She wakes up first.
Her eyes open slowly, gradually adjusting to the light pouring into her bedroom window. Hawke turns her head and sees Anders, breathing far too steadily to be awake, and her heart clenches.
When they first started sharing a bed, Hawke had dreams of falling asleep in his arms every night. But the realities of sleeping next to a Grey Warden kicked in. Anders rarely sleeps through the night, with dreams of dark spawn and archdemons haunting him. The few hours of sleep he does manage prove risky, as he tossed and turned and occasionally flailed.
He still apologizes for breaking her nose, two years later.
So she sleeps on one end of the bed and he on the other. It's safer that way. But this morning it's not his dreams she worries about. It's hers.
Justice kissed her.
Hawke remembers the heat of his mouth, an almost desperation from Justice she never sensed before. They met in the Fade for quite some time. Sometimes he speaks to her, sometimes he doesn't. But there's always the sense that he's there, watching.
And she kissed him back.
She knows in the Fade Justice takes the form of Kristoff, the Warden whose body he possessed before joining with Anders. It was… different, kissing him. No stubble on his cheeks to tickle her chin, his arms stronger as they wrapped around her. And now she wonders what other differences they might have.
The thought lingers in her mind for a bit too long and Hawke turns on her stomach, burying her face in her arms. Not even the greatest scholar… Anders told her that once. Is it a surprise, then? For her to find Justice just as attractive as Anders? To want to be with Anders completely, mark every part known to her, let him know she accepts him just as he is?
"Hawke?"
If he's awake, he knows what happened in the Fade. But he deserves to hear it from her, just the same. She turns on her side, and across the bed, Anders mirrors her position.
"I kissed Justice." She makes sure there's no sense of apology in her voice. Because the more she thinks of it, the more she isn't sorry. Anders is Justice is Anders. She is allowed to love them both.
"He kissed you first," Anders says, giving Hawke no clue of his feelings in his voice.
She reaches out her hand and he takes it, rubbing his thumb against his palm. "I hope I haven't upset you."
Shaking his head, he says, "I knew it would happen eventually. Though I almost feel like I should throw his words back at him for this. He was so angry when I first came to you."
"Well, I suppose we should be glad we're all friends now," Hawke says, inching towards Anders.
Hawke smiles as Anders takes the hint and pulls her in his arms. "Let me show you just how friendly we can be."