Prompt piece! Set in my 'Snow' stories, after 'Rain' for DD.
Prompt: Ears.
His ears. Those damned pointy, soft and oh-so-sensitive ears were calling to her. They wanted her to nip and lick at them as she had done last night, to pinch them between her fingers and massage them in the way that made him moan every time.
Hawke was pretty sure she had lost her sanity somewhere along the way...
She had had lovers before. Granted, they had all been completely normal human men and not Lyrium-branded elven ex-slaves. But none of them caused the feelings, emotions and let’s face it urges that Fenris did.
She remembered with crystal clarity their first time together. How he had come to her door, nervous and unsure and she had worried that something had gone horribly wrong. Until he had sworn in Tervinter and kissed her. She remembered how he had responded to her ministrations, and his expression when she had stripped off her tunic and breatsband; torn between arousal and tenderness.
His worry over hurting her, unwarranted thought it was, was still so very sweet. And given that most of the time he was a confident, dangerous, snarky warrior being able to see his more tender side was a gift she cherished.
Her lover tuned his head to answer a question Merrill asked him across the breakfast table – Giving Hawke an even better view of those damned ears! He had to be doing it on purpose, just to torment her. There was no way he could have possibly not noticed the effect he was having, could he?
She caught his eye and he smiled. Not the ‘I want to ravish you right now’ smile, but the ‘Good morning, I love you’ smile. She smiled back; she could do nothing else when he looked at her that way. But it confirmed her suspicions, Fenris had no idea how he was tempting her to push him against the table and kiss him senseless.
Damn oblivious sexy elf.
She continued to watch her lover, marvelling at the change in the man. When they had met four years ago Fenris had been ready to kill her and her companions, believing them to be allied with those hunting him.
He had joined them instead, but had always been aloof, keeping to himself, snarky – bordering on downright insulting and refusing all companionship. She had wondered why he even stayed. But after that night on Sundermount everything had changed. She wasn’t sure what it was about that night stuck in a tiny cave during a snowstorm, but it had obviously meant something to Fenris.
He had joined in conversations with them, began to ask about the others lives and in turn had revealed more about himself. She was proud of him for that, and also proud of her companions for letting him in, especially since he had been quite an ass before.
He no longer had the urge to beat anyone who touched him either. Obviously, otherwise their sex life would have been...rather...difficult, though the thought of tying him down...NO Hawke, not at breakfast!
“Dear me Hawke, what are you planning for our poor elven friend with that grin?”
Holy Maker! How long had Isabela been standing there? She tried for an innocent look.
“What do you mean Isabela?”
The former captain laughed.
“Love, you’re gonna have to try harder than that if you want to lie to me. And anyway I already know about you and shiny there – Who do you think gave him pointers on romancing you?”
Hawke laughed; there was nothing else she could think to do. She could only imagine how Isabela giving Fenris lessons on love had gone.
“Then your teaching ability could use some work Izzy.”
“Hey, it worked didn’t it? And that was the culmination of four years of hard work. And five years unrequited love could leave a man a bit impatient.”
Five years unrequited love...what?
Isabela must have seen her confusion.
“I think he’s loved you since you met. Getting stuck on the mountain just brought it home to him. I could see it in his eyes when you came back. He’s needed a lot of help to get to where he is, but being with you was a goal he was set on achieving. That sort of thing helps a lot.” She explained.
For a moment Hawke was unable to even think. She finally found her voice.
“Me? He’s done all this...Five years...For me?”
“Yep love, you. And I’ll tell you this – after what he’s done for you if you break his heart I’ll make you wish you were dead my dear.” Isabela’s voice was light, but there was no mistaking the steel in her tone.
“Never, never ever.” Hawke promised.
He had pulled down his defences, left himself bare, had faced demons that would have crippled lesser men; he had healed himself inside and out – for her. Because he loved her.
She stood and walked to the table and slid her body between Fenris and Merrill. He smiled at her, a smile of completion and happiness. She would make sure that smile never left. She grabbed him by those ears, pulled him to her and kissed him for all she was worth.