A/N: prompt from tumblr: one borrowing the other's clothes
Hawke awoke with a sneeze.
This is why we usually stay at my estate, she thought sourly, trying to hold back another sneeze so she didn't wake Fenris. The combination of dust, cobwebs, and souvenirs from their adventures made his mansion a tad bit less welcoming than the Hawke Estate.
But they hadn't been able to make it all the way to the Hawke Estate the night before. The fact that Hawke had spent most of her time either out with Anders or helping out at the clinic the past week, combined with a bit too much alcohol meant that Hawke gladly spent the night at the mansion.
She pushed herself up, shivering in the cool morning air, and glanced around the bedroom. Her pants were nowhere to be found, and she was fairly certain her tunic was by the front door. Fenris was still sleeping, and Hawke didn't feel like disturbing him with how peaceful he seemed, so she slid out of bed and made her way over to the chest that held Fenris' clothes.
There wasn't much in the chest, but Hawke happened to know exactly where a certain black silk house robe was. She had just slid into the robe when she heard Fenris chuckle from behind her.
"You're awake?" she asked, crossing the room to sit beside him on the bed. She planted a kiss on his forehead and admitted, "I didn't want to wake you."
"You should have." With a grin, he pulled her into a kiss, one hand pressed tight on the small of her back and the other enveloping Hawke's own hands, slender fingers entwining.
When Hawke pulled back for a breath, she moved so she was straddling him, letting her forehead rest against Fenris'. "I have plans for today," she informed him breathlessly.
"Anders can wait," he shot back, his cold fingers running over Hawke's skin and eliciting another shiver.
Already tugging at the robe's tie, she agreed, "Anders can wait."