Anders would have liked to sleep longer, but the bronto stomping around in his head wouldn't let him. So he blearily opened his eyes, relieved to see that he was in his own bed, although he had no idea how he got there. His tongue felt like sandpaper, and he wearily rolled over and got to his feet so that he could go get a drink from the cistern in the clinic.
When he pulled open the door he was surprised to be greeted by the watchful green eyes belonging to the elf seated just outside his door. His mind was obviously still swimming in drink, because as the Tevinter looked him over assessingly he thought he might be having another one of those dreams. He shook his head, which did nothing to clear it and cleverly blurted,
"Fenris?"
As if there might be another white-haired, lyrium coated elf sitting on his doorstep.
Fenris rose to his feet while continuing to look him over. The close scrutiny was starting to make him feel a little flustered so he walked over to pour himself a mug of water to give himself something to do. He turned back to say something and was a little unnerved to see the elf had silently followed behind him to stand just a couple of feet away. The Tevinter spoke before he could gather his thoughts.
"If you are feeling unwell, can you not just heal yourself?"
He came a step closer…no, the stealthy, deliberate way he was moving could only be described as stalking. The cat comparison seemed more appropriate than ever, and Anders started to doubt whether or not he was dreaming again. He laughed a little nervously and said,
"Suggesting that I use my magic? Who are you and what have you done with the real Fenris?"
Fenris gave the wry little half smile that had rarely been directed at Anders until recently. Although, it did prompt a sudden burst of memory and he spluttered out,
"Hey, you…you enjoyed yourself last night!"
The elf had been about to take another step but at those words he froze, looking at Anders with a sharpened gaze and a raised eyebrow.
"You remember last night?"
What had happened last night? Now he was dying to know what it was Fenris thought he had remembered, except…maybe it was better he didn't know.
"I remember Bela and Varric telling stories and that everyone was laughing, including you, broodypants. I have some unfortunate memory of singing…but after about the third cup of mead it's pretty much a blank."
Another measured step and the Tevinter was almost within touching distance. In fact, it might actually be touching distance, since Anders did have long arms. Stop thinking about touching! With the elf standing so close he could see the faint blue shadows under his eyes.
"Were you sitting out here all night?"
A half step, and he was definitely within touching distance, intense gaze never leaving the healers face. His pulse speeding up, Anders cursed the headache that was making it impossible to think, because one clearly needed to have their wits about them one was being stalked by a Fenris.
"I walked you home, and since you were in no shape to defend yourself I stayed on guard while you slept."
Now…now he was within kissing distance, if he just…tilted his face up a little and Anders just bent down a tiny bit. The thought was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. He was standing here, not in a dream, thinking about kissing Fenris. A concerned, protective Fenris who was inches away from his face and…waiting for him to say something.
"I don't need to be guarded; I have been taking care of myself for a long time, you know. I can protect myself."
For some reason that brought a definite glint of amusement to those beautiful green eyes.
"Hm. We will discuss that later, but first I will allow you to recover."
Anders had always thought Fenris had a fantastic voice, even when it was snarling at him. But when he spoke this last statement there was a particular…burr to it that he had never heard before. Managing to be both ominous and sexy, it sent the blood from his pounding head straight down to his cock. Before he could actually faint or something equally embarrassing, Fenris gave him that little half smile and stepped back, asking,
"Varric has said you are guarded against templars during the day?"
This new subject caught him off guard, and he took a moment before he replied,
"Well, I know he has contacts down here and people that owe him favors who would bring me warning. And there are those living here in Darktown who have looked out for me before."
Fenris looked as if he were measuring this information before he nodded seriously and turned to walk towards the door.
"All right. I have…an errand I need to take care of. I will see you later, Anders."
After he left Anders stood in the same spot for quite some time, just trying to sort through exactly what had happened.
Huh. Bedroom eyes, bedroom voice, getting into his personal space, calling him Anders; it had certainly felt like Fenris was coming on to him, except for that certain dangerous edge. Although, that too was positively Fenris-like…not so much flirting as…issuing sex threats.
That line of thinking was doing nothing to stop all his blood from heading southward. He gathered his magic and let the healing energy wash over him. Get rid of the headache, maybe a nap, definitely a bath. He was looking forward to his next meeting with the elf with a combination of anxiousness and anticipation, but first he needed to recover.