AN: Doubling up, here, since both of these are pretty short.
keptonice asked you: 8: Eyelid Kiss, for Fenris and fem-mage hawke
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Characters/Pairing: F!Hawke/Fenris
Rating: K
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #8 - eyelid kiss
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"Leave it, Hawke."
"I will not. Even from here I can see that's swelling, so stop struggling and just let me—oh, Fenris. Ouch."
He glares up at her with one green eye, the other swelled shut beneath a massive purpling bruise. Hawke bends over him where he sits, holding his chin carefully between two fingers, turning his face from side to side in the cool dust-choked light of his mansion's great hall. The swelling is fresh—she guesses no more than a day old—and tender, too, if his hissing breath as she touches the swollen eyelid is any indication. "Flames, Fenris. How in the world did this happen?"
"An unfortunate accident."
"With someone's fist?" she retorts, though she is careful to keep her grip gentle as she brushes her thumb across the rise of his cheek, his black eyebrow, the faint glow of healing magic trailing after it like water. She does not rush—any magic involving eyes is tricky, and she has little desire to risk ones so dear to her—but after a few moments the tight, hot skin begins to lose something of its angry appearance. "What a shiner. You could win awards for this."
Fenris's mouth twists. "I," he begins, then falls silent, then tries again with a mutter, "Aveline is easily startled when she is inebriated."
She does not laugh. She doesn't. She does pause her healing to stare very intently through his open ceiling at the bright blue square of sky beyond it, swallowing hard twice, three times. Even so, her voice is strangled. "So that's why she—told me to stop by today."
"Perhaps," Fenris says sourly, and Hawke closes her eyes.
"Well," she says at last, as businesslike as she can be with the memory of Aveline's vaguely embarrassed note dancing behind her eyes. "At least you can rest assured knowing she can defend herself."
"I don't recall that the issue was in question."
"You did say she was drunk."
He snorts, but there is little bite to it. The swelling has almost entirely receded under her hand; a breath more of magic and even the discolored bruise is nearly gone, blood seeping back where it belongs, leaving this eye as whole and healthy as the other. Hawke lets out a breath, dropping her hand to cup his cheek; then, with a grin, she bends and presses her lips gently to his eyelid. "There," she tells him. "All better."
Fenris blinks up at her as he straightens, hand coming up to touch his now-healed skin. "That was—quicker than I expected."
She taps her own eye. "I had a lot of practice growing up. Carver was never one to pull his punches."
"Ah. I am…unsurprised."
"And healed," she adds, "which is more to the point."
And if she gets a bit lost in green as he stands, smiling, to kiss her, it's only a healer's duty, after all.
emmahasaface asked you: F!Hawks and Fenris #14 : ) - kiss along the hips
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Characters/Pairing: F!Hawke/Fenris
Rating: K
Word Count: 550
Prompt: #14 - kiss along the hips
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The first time Hawke sees for herself the full extent of Fenris's markings, she barely notices them. They are both desperate and hurried and entirely focused on other things, and by the time she manages both the concentration and slowing heart for something more thorough, he is up and dressed and going, going, half-gone already.
Then somehow a year is gone with him, and two, and three, and lines she'd barely mapped to begin with vanish from her mind with them. Oh, there are some she remembers—the curves on his upper arms and the bars striping down his throat she thinks she will know until she dies—but the rest…the rest blurs, and fades, dimming vein by vein until she thinks it might have been a dream after all.
But abruptly—three years ends, and exile ends with it, and though the first hours of their reunion are nearly as frantic as the ones that sent them spinning apart in the first place, afterwards, after—
After, Hawke stretches out beside him on his bed, studying without the slightest compunction the sated, sweating elf sprawled on his back beside her. A bit of white hair has stuck to his brow above his closed eyes; Hawke brushes it free, gratified when he neither flinches nor pulls away, laying bare the three dots of lyrium marking the center of his forehead.
She pauses without meaning to, stroking her thumb across the markings there in as open an affection as she dares. When Fenris does not object she grows bolder, tracing down the lines of his straight nose, his full mouth, winding down the lyrium that trails over his chin, his throat, the long curling bars across his chest.
"You are staring," he murmurs without moving.
"With good reason."
One green eye cracks at that, the faintest mark of confusion furrowing between his brows. "You have seen this before."
"Not," Hawke says, splaying her hand across the flat muscles of his stomach, across the lyrium stretching there, "nearly enough."
He lifts an eyebrow—but cedes her the exploration, leaning back against his pillow, eyes half-lidded as he watches her slide her fingers over his ribs. His stomach jumps and twitches under her fingertips, making her laugh, but her amusement dims as she follows the lyrium down past his navel to the sharper curling fishhook just inside the bone of his hip. She does not say this must have hurt so badly, and he does not tell her it did.
Still, she cannot keep the gentleness from the motion as she bends to brush her mouth along the skin there, tasting sweat, feeling the whisper of fine, soft hair against her lips. Fenris draws in a silent breath that lifts against her mouth; when he breathes her name in a husky murmur she only grins, bringing her fingers up to join her lips, feathering her way down the lines and dots and whorls of lyrium that lead her somewhere rather more interesting.
"Unless you'd rather I not," she offers, startled at her own boldness, but the quick tangling of his fingers in her hair tell her otherwise, and without another moment of hesitation between them, Hawke sets about the pleasurable business of turning the lyrium's old memories into something better for them both.