Those Moments of Dawning

by Taokan

A series of self indulgent and mostly unconnected drabbles spanning long nights and longer days in the lives of the Hawke siblings. Some chapters will be Bethany/Garret, some Bethany/Carver, some Bethany/Carver/Garret. These are transcribed directly from my tumblr, and so quite often open as stream of consciousness, which I hope you'll excuse.

8. Chapter 8

There are times I wonder what they'd be like in a modern au, and then I kinda get sidetracked following all the plot threads back to this moment, when Garret asked a question and Bethany couldn't even talk at first, couldn't stand, couldn't breathe anything but the inside if his mouth, fingers scrabbling to brace in his hair at the back of his mouth, inhaling the dizzy rush of stifled moans and wordless pleas until she was dizzy, drunk on them, on him, rocking herself against him until his breath caught on a keening whine, panting against her when she nipped and suckled, cried her name like a prayer in the night when she ripped her mouth away to descend in his neck, gripping him everywhere she could reach with fingers that shook, that spat out dancing crackles of sparks that made him jump, made him laugh until her lips descended on the length of him.

I think about it a lot.