Title: Untitled Fluff #1
Word Count: 306
He always held her like she would break, he always kissed her as if he could never taste enough of her. One hand to brace her head, the sadness and the desperation in his kisses as if he regretted each one one, as if he made every one memorable in case it was the last.
"You're so beautiful," he said, in between kisses, "Why are you with me? You're wasted on me."
Warm, solid, a promise, a curse. She could never say how she saw him, only knew the feeling of him surrounding her, the feelings she had for him. She didn't want to explain to him the tug at her heart when she saw him when she could hardly explain it to herself.
Sometimes it was enough for her to smile at him, to trace the outline of his stubble, the hollows on his cheeks, to brush her fingertips along the points of his cheekbones. Not beautiful like Fenris, nor handsome like Sebastian. Not even as rugged, or manly as Varric- he was her Anders, and he and his long nose, his amber eyes like honey looking at her with such adoration, with such dependance.
She lowered her eyes then, chose instead to entwine his fingers with her own, and he took the opportunity to press his lips against her browbone, her cheek, her lips again. They melded together, her and him and tongues and sweetness, and she felt the tears on his cheek, as he pulled away from her grasp and again took control of the battle. His unshaven cheek felt real against her, his breath and pants the soundtrack in a dark romance, an unspoken, unpredictable tumble of hearts and minds and love.
He pulls away again, he presses his forehead against hers, and he whispers, "I love you. I'll always love you."