Hawke dropped his hand from his chin and straightened from
the mirror, a grin already tugging at his usually-stern mouth as he turned away
from the wash basin.
“Good morning to you, too,” he greeted.
The elf in the bed grunted, stretched his arms up above his
head. Hawke’s heart always gave the most undignified leap at the sight of him.
Hawke was a grown man, not a teenaged girl in pigtails, and yet he could feel
an immediate grin stretching his face.
Fenris was always particularly endearing first thing in the
morning – soft and sleepy, hair a soft rumpled halo. He didn’t like sleeping in
the nude, instead opting to steal Hawke’s shirts, which positively swallowed him,
and Maker but Hawke didn’t think he’d
ever be able to prepare for the sight of him in the soft early morning glow,
collar slipping tantalizingly over a shoulder, eyes warm and fond when they
touched his own.
Warm and fond didn’t
stop Fenris from meeting his idiotic grin with a scowl.
“Why do you always get up so damned early?” the elf
demanded. Petulant, that was what he was first thing in the morning. Hawke
would never understand why it delighted him so. Sometimes Hawke suspected that,
now that he was safe and free, Fenris was trying to make up for years’ worth of
sleep that had been lost while on the run. There were mornings where dragging
him out of bed proved a true challenge – mostly because it was so very tempting
just to crawl back in with him.
“It’s habit,” Hawke answered, crossing back to the bed. “Farm
“You can’t keep using that excuse for everything,” Fenris
grumbled, but he reached for Hawke as the mage planted a knee on the mattress,
and his mouth beneath Hawke’s was gentle and yielding.
“I like it when you stay all night,” Hawke said when they
parted, pressing his forehead to the elf’s, the lyrium dots humming warm
against his skin. Fenris grunted, eyes drifting closed, and it seemed he was
almost asleep again, sitting up in bed, before he gave himself a shake and drew
“I suppose you have no end of death-defying idiocy planned
for us today,” Fenris mused, idly accusing as he looked away and scrubbed a
hand back through the tousled mess of his hair.
“I could probably come up with a few ideas, if pressed,”
Hawke murmured, and they kissed again, soft and slow and lingering. Fenris was
often most affectionate first thing in the morning. On anyone else Hawke would
have even used the word snuggly. His
arms twined with heartwarming leisure around the mage’s big shoulders as he lay
back, pulling Hawke with him into a welcoming nest of pillows.
He could feel his smile against his lips, how one corner of
his mouth curled higher than the other, and Maker but how had he survived so
many years without this, without him?
“Your beard,” Fenris said sternly, the low gravel of his
voice vibrating against his lips as Hawke turned his attention to the column of
his throat. He groaned when Hawke rolled his hips into him – there were other benefits to spending the night
together – but he would not be deterred. “I meant…what I said.”
“I’m not going to shave it,” Hawke muttered, distracted by
the taste of his quickening pulse against his tongue.
Fenris grunted and gripped at him, moving suddenly. Hawke
barely had time to register surprise before he found himself on his back,
Fenris seated firmly on his hips.
“Good,” Fenris said, twining his fingers with Hawke’s,
pinning his arms as he leaned over him. The lips he pressed to the mage’s were
insistent now, hungry.
“Wait,” Hawke grunted between kisses, brow furrowing. “You
would really leave me for shaving my beard?”
“Don’t test me,” Fenris warned, nipping at his lips, pulling
his arms up above his head.
“I should have known you were only in this for the facial
Hawke liked the sound of Fenris’s laugh, the sight of his
smile in the early morning brightness, light in his eyes and in his manner, the
very vision of a man who was well and truly free.
My hourly comic thing this year~ (Technically my only one, hah) I sort of figured it’d be nice to have them all in one photoset~
12:00 AM - I stayed up dealin’ with thoseabasks. 1:00 AM - Tired to go to bed, but chatted for a while. 2:30 AM - Dozed off at 2:00 AM, woke up, and finally fell asleep thirty minutes after. 5:00 AM - Woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep (Happens every night, I swear). Drew the entry and did a few things on the computer before tryin’ to sleep again. 7:00 AM - Awake at my normal time, a-ahahaha, I was so tired. 8:00 AM - Breakfast~ I like hard boiled eggs, but mine was chirpin’ like a quiet car alarm for some reason. 9:00 AM - Took a shower. No, not for a whole hour, it’s just that nothin’ else eventful happened. 10:00 AM - Digimon was on tv, hehehe. 11:00 AM - Couldn’t get multiplayer to work on this game, aaaaaaaah………. 12:00 PM - Lunch and Ditto tradin’~ 1:00 PM - Senpai…….. Puns, though. “I really want to make feet puns, but someone might sock me for them.” “I could make a vegetable pun, but someone would probably beet me up for those…” 2:00 PM - I got a smoothie at Starbucks instead of a coffee drink thing, heh. 3:00 PM - I got my car registration today and I had to put the year sticker on the license plate. When I took off the license plate, there was a spider. That was gross. I got rid of it though~ 4:00 PM - Drawin’ time…! 5:00 PM - More drawin’ time…! 6:00 PM - Dinner~ AND MORE DRAWING 7:00 PM - Too much drawing. Too little sleep. Chaaaaaaaar………. 8:00 PM - Just doin’ research at this point. 11: 00 PM - Sleep time for me, nighttt
Just a normal day in the life of Bk~ (Not really, but whatever~)