[For all that he is a warrior, hardened by his years as a slave and his training, Fenris is impossibly gentle in how he moves and touches her. She's seen those hands tear into enemies without a second thought, rip out hearts and throats. But his fingers flit across her skin, soft and warm, and she rests against him comfortably, forehead to forehead.
Her arms tighten around his shoulders once he lifts her and Hawke ducks her head against his throat once more, lips dragging across the side of his neck, beside his markings. She stops only once he's set her down on the bed and pulled away. She starts for his shoulders, to pull him down with her, when he takes her wrists.
There's confusion written in her eyes as he bends down and her fingers spread themselves out, wanting to touch him, to hold his hands if that's what he would want. But he's on his knees, holding her hands still, and she doesn't know what he's trying to show her. Not at first.]
Fenris.
[Her eyes stay on his through it all, searching for an explanation in his gaze as he leans in to her body. As if on cue, she inhales, torso tensing as his lips find her skin. And then she relaxes once more, a sigh escaping her. She reciprocates by rubbing her fingers against the insides of his wrists even as she bows her head to watch as he continues, the sight of him spinning coils in her stomach.]
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Her arms tighten around his shoulders once he lifts her and Hawke ducks her head against his throat once more, lips dragging across the side of his neck, beside his markings. She stops only once he's set her down on the bed and pulled away. She starts for his shoulders, to pull him down with her, when he takes her wrists.
There's confusion written in her eyes as he bends down and her fingers spread themselves out, wanting to touch him, to hold his hands if that's what he would want. But he's on his knees, holding her hands still, and she doesn't know what he's trying to show her. Not at first.]
Fenris.
[Her eyes stay on his through it all, searching for an explanation in his gaze as he leans in to her body. As if on cue, she inhales, torso tensing as his lips find her skin. And then she relaxes once more, a sigh escaping her. She reciprocates by rubbing her fingers against the insides of his wrists even as she bows her head to watch as he continues, the sight of him spinning coils in her stomach.]