Icy for queen-schadenfreude Happy Handers Satinalia! Request: Harvesting medicinal/edible herbs/plants together in the garden Rating: T, fluff & flirting
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Frost sparkled in the air, turning leaves crisp and windows icy. The garden at Hawke's estate was just starting to shut down, the remaining leaves just beginning to wilt, and both he and his lover had gone out, bundled up against the cold, in an attempt to save what use they could of the herbs.
"I still don't understand what half of this is ," Hawke said, shaking his head as he carefully plucked another handful of something green, mimicking the way Anders had shown him repeatedly.
The healer glanced over from his own basket, and wrinkled his nose. "That's a weed, love. The elfroot is right next to it." Reaching over, his fingertips caressed the proper leaf fondly, and then patted Hawke's wrist. "I'm amazed you still can't tell the difference."
Hawke sighed, sitting back to rub at his dusky forehead. "They all look the same!"
With a laugh, Anders scooted closer to show him yet again. "See, this leaf is round," he plucked it and tapped it teasingly against Hawke's nose, "which we want. If it's got lobes, it's the wrong one."
Hawke's teeth closed on air when he snapped at the leaf, and he gave his lover a wry grin. "Good thing it's the end of the season and I can just pick everything here and let you sort it out."
Admitting the point, Anders returned to his own, much neater basket. "True. And it's a good thing we're only in the garden, and not hunting herbs on Sundermount. Maker, but you're useless at that, I don't know why I ask you to help any more."
Hawke huffed, and tossed a weed at Anders' head. "Yes, insult the man who supplied you with an herb garden in the first place, and is helping you save it from the ravages of winter. Very helpful."
"You know I'm teasing." Anders brushed the weed aside. "You also know I'm right."
"You still don't have to it outright," Hawke grumbled, but he was grinning too.
The simplicity of working in the crisp air with his lover eclipsed all the troubles they'd been dealing with lately, letting Hawke's mind focus on something easy and pleasant for a while. The two men toiled side by side in comfortable silence, rescuing what herbs were still usable, until Anders let out a full-body shiver.
"Maker, but it's cold out here." Anders rubbed at his arms, despite his cloak and gloves.
"Let me warm you up then, love," Hawke suggested. He pushed his basket to the side, reached out and wrapped his arms around his healer, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his ear. Anders relaxed into his grip, near purring in the embrace.
A light tug on the Fade, and Hawke wasn't just figuratively radiating heat. Warmth spread across his skin, through his clothing and everywhere they touched, drawing a startled gasp from Anders' throat. He laughed, and summoned his own heat, a bit harder to control than Hawke's as elemental magic wasn't his strong suit, but pleasant all the same. Together they warmed the chilly air of the garden, Anders straddling his lover's lap and raining kisses down on his face.
Eventually, Anders pulled back, eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked over his lover's kiss-bruised mouth and flushed cheeks. "Think we've warmed the dead herb garden enough?" he murmured, planting one last peck to Hawke's nose.
"I don't know." Hawke tilted his head consideringly. "Is there something you'd rather I warmed?"
"Yeah." Anders lifted Hawke's gloved hand to his mouth and kissed his fingertips, watching Hawke's face with lowered lashes as he flicked his tongue out in suggestion. He gently pressed his lover's hand to the base of his throat, raising an eyebrow. "Inside?"
Hawke swallowed, tracing the curve of Anders' throat, leather dragging across his skin. "Why inside? We're warm enough out here."
"We're warm enough out here because we're ," Anders chided lightly. "Eventually someone will get distracted and things will go wrong."
In response, Hawke shot a spark of lighting through his fingertips, briefly taking Anders' breath away, even diffused through the gloves. After a moment, Anders shook his head, rising to his feet. "Inside," he insisted. Hawke whined, and the healer laughed. "I'm not giving our neighbours a show; you know how loud you get. Anyway," he glanced around, noting gratefully that their baskets of herbs were still full and upright, and not scattered across the ground, "I think we're done out here."
Hawke sighed, looking amazingly put out for a man who was being invited to have sex. "Fine," he conceded, "we'll go inside."
Grinning, Anders scooped up his basket. He could sort through it later, and they really had gotten most of the useful parts gathered before they'd gotten distracted - no matter how lovely the distraction. He held out a hand, pulling Hawke to his feet, though he knew the other man didn't need the assistance.
Slipping closer, Anders purred into his lover's ear, "Come show me just how hot we can get."
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Date: 2015-12-17 04:44 am (UTC)for queen-schadenfreude
Happy Handers Satinalia!
Request: Harvesting medicinal/edible herbs/plants together in the garden
Rating: T, fluff & flirting
*
Frost sparkled in the air, turning leaves crisp and windows icy. The garden at Hawke's estate was just starting to shut down, the remaining leaves just beginning to wilt, and both he and his lover had gone out, bundled up against the cold, in an attempt to save what use they could of the herbs.
"I still don't understand what half of this is ," Hawke said, shaking his head as he carefully plucked another handful of something green, mimicking the way Anders had shown him repeatedly.
The healer glanced over from his own basket, and wrinkled his nose. "That's a weed, love. The elfroot is right next to it." Reaching over, his fingertips caressed the proper leaf fondly, and then patted Hawke's wrist. "I'm amazed you still can't tell the difference."
Hawke sighed, sitting back to rub at his dusky forehead. "They all look the same!"
With a laugh, Anders scooted closer to show him yet again. "See, this leaf is round," he plucked it and tapped it teasingly against Hawke's nose, "which we want. If it's got lobes, it's the wrong one."
Hawke's teeth closed on air when he snapped at the leaf, and he gave his lover a wry grin. "Good thing it's the end of the season and I can just pick everything here and let you sort it out."
Admitting the point, Anders returned to his own, much neater basket. "True. And it's a good thing we're only in the garden, and not hunting herbs on Sundermount. Maker, but you're useless at that, I don't know why I ask you to help any more."
Hawke huffed, and tossed a weed at Anders' head. "Yes, insult the man who supplied you with an herb garden in the first place, and is helping you save it from the ravages of winter. Very helpful."
"You know I'm teasing." Anders brushed the weed aside. "You also know I'm right."
"You still don't have to it outright," Hawke grumbled, but he was grinning too.
The simplicity of working in the crisp air with his lover eclipsed all the troubles they'd been dealing with lately, letting Hawke's mind focus on something easy and pleasant for a while. The two men toiled side by side in comfortable silence, rescuing what herbs were still usable, until Anders let out a full-body shiver.
"Maker, but it's cold out here." Anders rubbed at his arms, despite his cloak and gloves.
"Let me warm you up then, love," Hawke suggested. He pushed his basket to the side, reached out and wrapped his arms around his healer, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his ear. Anders relaxed into his grip, near purring in the embrace.
A light tug on the Fade, and Hawke wasn't just figuratively radiating heat. Warmth spread across his skin, through his clothing and everywhere they touched, drawing a startled gasp from Anders' throat. He laughed, and summoned his own heat, a bit harder to control than Hawke's as elemental magic wasn't his strong suit, but pleasant all the same. Together they warmed the chilly air of the garden, Anders straddling his lover's lap and raining kisses down on his face.
Eventually, Anders pulled back, eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked over his lover's kiss-bruised mouth and flushed cheeks. "Think we've warmed the dead herb garden enough?" he murmured, planting one last peck to Hawke's nose.
"I don't know." Hawke tilted his head consideringly. "Is there something you'd rather I warmed?"
"Yeah." Anders lifted Hawke's gloved hand to his mouth and kissed his fingertips, watching Hawke's face with lowered lashes as he flicked his tongue out in suggestion. He gently pressed his lover's hand to the base of his throat, raising an eyebrow. "Inside?"
Hawke swallowed, tracing the curve of Anders' throat, leather dragging across his skin. "Why inside? We're warm enough out here."
"We're warm enough out here because we're ," Anders chided lightly. "Eventually someone will get distracted and things will go wrong."
In response, Hawke shot a spark of lighting through his fingertips, briefly taking Anders' breath away, even diffused through the gloves. After a moment, Anders shook his head, rising to his feet. "Inside," he insisted. Hawke whined, and the healer laughed. "I'm not giving our neighbours a show; you know how loud you get. Anyway," he glanced around, noting gratefully that their baskets of herbs were still full and upright, and not scattered across the ground, "I think we're done out here."
Hawke sighed, looking amazingly put out for a man who was being invited to have sex. "Fine," he conceded, "we'll go inside."
Grinning, Anders scooped up his basket. He could sort through it later, and they really had gotten most of the useful parts gathered before they'd gotten distracted - no matter how lovely the distraction. He held out a hand, pulling Hawke to his feet, though he knew the other man didn't need the assistance.
Slipping closer, Anders purred into his lover's ear, "Come show me just how hot we can get."