Wow…I guess I write when I don't sleep? I don't know…guess this is as good a point as any to mention that I don't look these over for mistakes, I just don't care, I'm way too tired to, let alone spot any…besides, my computer really really does like to skip words, so meh.

Hawke calling Fenris every pet name they can come up with is my new favorite thing, even if they don't do it much in this…their main pet name for him is "love", obviously.

Whatever…I actually didn't write the whole of this one down on my phone first, just a bit of it, the rest is all just my tired mind running away from me.

Disclaimer-Nahhhhh…

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He was trapped, of that the elf was well aware of before he had even opened his eyes. Fenris could feel the gentle press of the human's hands, laid flat across his chest so the champion could rest their chin upon him without digging sharply into him, their weight preventing him from being able to move properly, clearly enabling his ability to be able to remove himself from the bed both he and Hawke were currently occupying.

Dark forest green eyes opened slowly to observe the offending warrior that lay comfortably atop the elf. They were sleeping, quite clearly, their face was tucked firmly against Fenris' collarbone, their hands burrowed neatly under their chin and curled gently into balls, their body slowly bobbing up and down slightly as they breathed, their breath tickling the elf's neck every so often.

Fenris watched Hawke silently, making no move to remove their crushing weight from his person, a small smile even softly spreading upon his lips when they snuggled closer into him, their legs curling tighter in order to press closer, their face gently shoved closer against his neck until they were securely fitted against the elf.

Fenris quietly lifted a hand from where it had been perched upon the covers of the bed to run it carefully through the loose locks of Hawke's hair. The elf froze when is love gave a slight shudder in their sleep, burying themselves tighter against Fenris, before relaxing back, their head gently pushing into Fenris' hand, intent on following the soft caress of his fingers. The sight caused Fenris to release a soft chuckle.

"Hey beautiful,"

Fenris started at the sudden sound of the warrior's voice, a gentle, quiet purr, thick and groggy from sleep.

"You have enough time to appreciate how wonderful and grand I am yet? It's hard to keep so damn still with your hands so focused on crawling all over me." Hawke muffled jokingly into the elf's neck, their lips briefly pressing onto his throat after they had finished speaking.

"You…I barely touched you." Fenris stated softly, but firmly, since he had barely touched them, no matter what the human said. "Do stop twisting facts as you see fit simply to justify your absolute nonsense." He added humorously after giving his love a moment to think he was actually angry with them since he was tired and slightly irritated about still not being able to get up.

The elf smirked when his lover's only response was to remove their face from his neck with a huff, their tongue stuck out slightly at him as they glared halfheartedly at him before they leaned down to press their lips lightly to his forehead. "Good to see that you're still as prickly even when just getting up, love, was staring to think that you've shed all of your spins for nap time."

"Stop, you giant lump," Fenris grumbled, flicking his fingers out to swat at Hawke until they retreated with a good natured laugh, their face splitting into a wide grin. "are you always so unbareable this early in the morning?" The elf huffed.

"You mean always this lovely and enjoyable to be around? Why yes, darling of my heart, at every moment in fact, as you know quite well." Hawke replied cheekily, running a soothing hand up to gently tilt Fenris' face up towards them so they could push their forehead to his, their eyes shining with humor, but still slightly glazed from sleep.

"Then I request to be let up now, and, if you are so lovely and enjoyable to be around, you shall accommodate me, won't you?" Fenris teased, bringing one of his own hands up to gently cradle Hawke's jaw, holding his position against them, their firm and familiar weight and warmth the elf did enjoy quite a bit.

"Now, what fun would there be in that, love?" Hawke chuckled, but quickly moved off of Fenris to provide him with a means to escape their teasing if he truly so desired.

"Hmm, I wonder…" Fenris replied, not bothering with his escape for the time being, instead pressing himself back into Hawke's embrace with a soft sigh of contentment, his arms wrapping firmly around the champion in order to pull them back over to him.