Y: Yearning
It wasn't hard to get away with staring. Alistair was oblivious to most things, Brosca had discovered, and she was okay with that. For now. So she watched him and waited and wondered if he would ever dare to look at her the same way she looked at him.
Z: Zero
Hawke swallowed hard, watching the muscles in Fenris' throat bunch as he locked his jaw. His eyes remained glued to the page before him, however his hand shot out to grab at her wrist. Hawke didn't flinch. Instead, she reached with her free hand to smooth the furrows along his brow, smiling in reassurance when he finally glanced up and their eyes met. He grunted, a noise she had grown oddly accustomed to throughout these reading sessions. He grunted and she chuckled and her eyes fell to the page, to the word his finger rested above. "Zero," she read quietly. His sigh was heavy and when he made to pull away she leaned forward swiftly and captured his lips. Soft, slow, delicate. She felt how he melted at her touch. When she pulled back, Hawke winked somewhat playfully and motioned back to the book. There would be no more arguing from this point onward.