“Those are gonna be pretty visible, you know.” She pointed out as she pulled her pants back up. “Sorry about that, love.”
“Oh, don’t apologize.” Anders said, maybe a touch too quickly. “If I wanted them gone, I’d just heal them. I like having your marks on me.”
Hawke nodded, smirking slightly at that admission as she attempted to make herself look presentable and like they hadn’t just snuck off and had sex in the wine cellar. Though she wasn’t sure if that was really necessary at this point. They’d been gone longer than it took to get a drink or whatever excuse Anders had given. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what had actually happened.
“Think we should even bother leaving separately?” She asked. “I think everyone will already be able to figure out what happened.”
Anders shrugged, redoing the buckles on his coat. “It doesn’t really matter. It’s not like any of them will be surprised.”
Hawke had to laugh slightly at that, giving Anders a small, affectionate peck on the lips. “Fair enough. But we should get going before we get caught.”
When they returned to the table, the previous round of cards was clearly over, and the group had started a new game. As soon as Isabela spotted the couple, however, she stood up suddenly and slammed her hands on the table before pointing at Hawke.
“I knew it!” She called. “I knew as soon as Anders got up and followed you that I wasn’t getting that drink!”
Hawke had actually forgotten that part of her lie, and smiled sheepishly. “Damn, I knew I’d forgotten something.”
Isabela gave her a mock frown. “Well, thanks to you two, I didn’t even have a drink to celebrate my victory with. Now you’re going to have to make it up to me. With details.”
The pirate waggled her eyebrows at them while Fenris gave a disgusted snort, Aveline sighed in exasperation and pressed her forehead into her palm, and Varric chuckled. All the while, Merrill looked between them, confused.
“What kind of details? Where do you think they went?” She then lowered her voice to an excited whisper, turning to the couple in question. “Did you two go do something dirty?”
Hawke sat down and dropped her head into her hands, slightly mortified, as Anders sat beside her with a sheepish smile. “It’s nothing, Merrill. Now, why don’t you guys finish the round so we can join in.”
“You know I’m just going to keep asking. Did you go find an empty room? Or a crowded room?” Isabela continued, her voice nearly a purr as she surely started painting her own image of what they’d been up to. “Oooh maybe it was in a broom closet. Or did you end up in the wine cellar?”
Anders groaned, and Hawke leaned forward on the table, knowing they’d be fending her off all night. Still, it was completely worth it in her mind. Sure, it had been a risky idea, but the results had definitely been fun. It seemed a wine cellar could be romantic enough after all.
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Part 2
Date: 2015-12-21 09:40 am (UTC)“Those are gonna be pretty visible, you know.” She pointed out as she pulled her pants back up. “Sorry about that, love.”
“Oh, don’t apologize.” Anders said, maybe a touch too quickly. “If I wanted them gone, I’d just heal them. I like having your marks on me.”
Hawke nodded, smirking slightly at that admission as she attempted to make herself look presentable and like they hadn’t just snuck off and had sex in the wine cellar. Though she wasn’t sure if that was really necessary at this point. They’d been gone longer than it took to get a drink or whatever excuse Anders had given. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what had actually happened.
“Think we should even bother leaving separately?” She asked. “I think everyone will already be able to figure out what happened.”
Anders shrugged, redoing the buckles on his coat. “It doesn’t really matter. It’s not like any of them will be surprised.”
Hawke had to laugh slightly at that, giving Anders a small, affectionate peck on the lips. “Fair enough. But we should get going before we get caught.”
When they returned to the table, the previous round of cards was clearly over, and the group had started a new game. As soon as Isabela spotted the couple, however, she stood up suddenly and slammed her hands on the table before pointing at Hawke.
“I knew it!” She called. “I knew as soon as Anders got up and followed you that I wasn’t getting that drink!”
Hawke had actually forgotten that part of her lie, and smiled sheepishly. “Damn, I knew I’d forgotten something.”
Isabela gave her a mock frown. “Well, thanks to you two, I didn’t even have a drink to celebrate my victory with. Now you’re going to have to make it up to me. With details.”
The pirate waggled her eyebrows at them while Fenris gave a disgusted snort, Aveline sighed in exasperation and pressed her forehead into her palm, and Varric chuckled. All the while, Merrill looked between them, confused.
“What kind of details? Where do you think they went?” She then lowered her voice to an excited whisper, turning to the couple in question. “Did you two go do something dirty?”
Hawke sat down and dropped her head into her hands, slightly mortified, as Anders sat beside her with a sheepish smile. “It’s nothing, Merrill. Now, why don’t you guys finish the round so we can join in.”
“You know I’m just going to keep asking. Did you go find an empty room? Or a crowded room?” Isabela continued, her voice nearly a purr as she surely started painting her own image of what they’d been up to. “Oooh maybe it was in a broom closet. Or did you end up in the wine cellar?”
Anders groaned, and Hawke leaned forward on the table, knowing they’d be fending her off all night. Still, it was completely worth it in her mind. Sure, it had been a risky idea, but the results had definitely been fun. It seemed a wine cellar could be romantic enough after all.
(end.)