Some Lovers

A 100 prompts challenge on Fenris/LadyHawke by Marianne Bennet

015: Belong

"Varric is very jealous."

"Of what, I might ask?" Fenris inquired idly in response, trying to ignore the impatient manner in which Hawke moved about her study, rearranging things and glancing at random passages in the book he was reading.

"Apparently, you completely thrashed him and Donnic the other night at the Hanged Man." She was standing behind him again, resting her hands on the back of chair and leaning her blonde head over his shoulder. "By the way, that word is 'irretrievable'."

"I knew that," he replied crossly, resisting the urge to close his book and close her out. "And before you start putting any bets on me, Hawke, you should know that I'm usually very bad at cards."

She shrugged and a few loose blonde locks fell onto his shoulder. "Well, you know what they say…"

Fenris looked up from the book, focused his gaze on the far wall. "What do they say?" he asked, keeping his tone disinterested.

"Unlucky at cards," she planted a light kiss against his collarbone, "lucky in love."

"Can't... the two ever go together?" he asked, closing his eyes at her touch.

Hawke chuckled. "Have you ever seen Varric attached to a woman other than Bianca?"

"No, I can't say that I have," Fenris answered as she ran a hand through his hair. "But it seems that both Donnic and I have luck where it counts."

"I thought you didn't believe in luck."

"Well, something must have brought me to you," he murmured in return, the book sliding from his lap as he turned in his seat to kiss her. "It was either luck or the Maker suddenly deciding he feels bad about my being a slave."

"Blasphemous," she mumbled into his mouth.

"It was one or the other."

"Take your pick," she whispered, her eyes inches from his. "I couldn't care less, so long as luck or the Maker keeps you here."

Smiling, he leaned in to kiss her again but she pulled back to be just out of reach with a grin. "Do you toy with me just because you find it amusing?" he growled.

"Why else?" she quipped back at him with a challenging smile. With another growl, he got up and shoved the chair out of the way, advancing on her. She stepped just out of reach again, gray eyes dancing. "You're angry now?"

"If I am, it's your own fault," Fenris informed Hawke as his tattoos lit up just before he launched himself at her.

They ended up in the floor, grappling at each other and trying to peel off their pesky clothing. Hawke had rolled over on top of Fenris, breathing heavily, and had almost managed to pull her tunic over her head when they heard Bodhan's voice from behind the closed door to the main hall:

"A letter just arrived for you, Mistress Hawke. I'll leave it on the desk for you to read at your own discretion."

Was it just Hawke's imagination that her manservant had emphasized that last word in a meaningful way? Either way, the mood was ruined and Fenris seemed to agree.

She rolled back off of the elf and onto the floor beside him, turning her head to watch his markings flicker back to normal. "Why is it that all of the men in my life glow?" she muttered before she could stop herself.

Fenris's head turned sharply to face her. "The mage is not 'in your life'."

"He was at one point," she admitted.

"But not anymore. You are mine." She flinched at the possessive note in his voice and Fenris's expression softened in response. "And I am yours."

Satisfied, Hawke curled into the crook of his arm. "Do you toy with me like this because you find it amusing?" she asked, suddenly sleepy.

Looking over at her, he grinned. "Why else?"

"Because you love me," she whispered against his mouth before kissing him again.

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A/N: It's a little short but this was fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed it as well. XD