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18 May 2011 @ 10:18 pm
Untitled Fluff #2  
Title: Untitled Fluff #2
Rating: G
Pairing: F!Hawke/Anders
Word Count: 367

When he looked at her, such pain and such... Love collided within the depths of his stomach he could sometimes scarce bear it. Justice had given up on lecturing him, had instead played the threats of what could happen to her, what could go wrong to her, if this kept on.

But when it was just the both of them, he could believe he was free. Her silliness and her maturity delighted and entranced him, when she attempted to bake sweets, desserts, when she did his laundry for him, Maker, when he watched her sit on their bed, folding his socks, such feelings blossomed within him that he could not contain.

"Hawke- Rynnie."

She looked up, her long hair falling in her face. He loved looking at her like that, when they were outside, fumbling with the dark politics of Kirkwall, battling the hordes that opposed them, it was always slicked back. Authoritative.

Here, Hawke was Rynnie. "Don't call me Maryn," she had said, "It's a man's name. I am not a man." Anders had been tempted to tell her that, woman or not, he would have fallen for her in any circumstance.

Scowling in annoyance at the strands in her face, she fumbled around the dresser for one of his hairties- failing to find that, she marched up to him, and attempted to steal his-

"Easy, tiger. Don't touch my hair."

She smirked at him, and reached again, but he merely grabbed her arms and pinned them by her side in a tight embrace. "I said, no." He smiled in her ear, "You're not in charge, all the time."

She softened against him. He hated it when she did that, it stirred up all sorts of confusing feelings, some rather physically distracting. If the Wardens had thought his kitten had softened him, then this girl would have been the death of him.

Maybe she would be, anyway.

"Anders, you brat."

"Sh." When he released his hold, her arms went around him, quite willingly, and he was okay with that. She didn't move when his went to cup her face, she shivered when he stroked her cheek, and sighed when he went to kiss her. She tasted sweet, gentle, as she always did, and her hands came up to play with his ponytail, as she always did.
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