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[hawkethat]

[When Anders kisses him again, Hawke responds immediately, returning the kiss with equal intensity.]

You're the most important person in my life, Anders.

[For as much as Hawke likes to have his ego stroked, now is one of the very rare times he's more focused on returning the sentiment, rather than encouraging more.]

I can deal with whatever happens, as long as I have you by my side.

[The horrific death of his mother, exploding Chantries, adventures in space...He'll deal with it as long as he has Anders.]

[onetrackminds]

I couldn't bear to lose you, Hawke. I'm not going anywhere.

[He leans their foreheads together, staying like that. He still doesn't know what he did to get this lucky.]

It... felt good to say it.

[hawkethat]

Good. That makes two of us.

[Hawke brings up a hand to slide lightly over Anders' jaw. The hair there prickles against his palm as he caresses the other man's cheek.]

It felt good to hear it.

[onetrackminds]

[he leans into the touch, closing his eyes.]

I made you wait too long. I'm sorry.

[hawkethat]

[Hawke shakes his head just slightly, unwilling to break their physical contact for the moment.]

You had to make sure. I can't blame you for that.

[He blames the stupid ship for that!]

[onetrackminds]

You'd deserve no less than that.

[no less than everything.]

[hawkethat]

[Hawke lets out a breath that's half sigh, half laugh; how often had Anders told him that, in one way or another? He wishes the other man would worry about himself for a change, but, since it seems as though he's never going to do that, at least Hawke is here to do it for him.

He leans in to kiss Anders again, as gently as he can given all the emotions they've both just stirred up. For the moment it feels as though they have all the time in the world, so he has the time to make the gesture as thorough and loving as he knows how.]

[onetrackminds]

[Anders keeps his eyes closed as he kisses back. He's finding it hard to keep it gentle, too, but he just wants to be close. It's so easy to forget that, technically, they're still in public, even if there's no one else around.

So he'll stay like that, arms tight around Hawke's back, pressed as close to him as their positions will allow.]

[hawkethat]

[Hawke eventually, reluctantly, pulls back from the kiss, because if he doesn't, he's very likely to take it all the way and bugger the consequences. Blowjobs in public fitting rooms are slightly different than sex on public beaches, because there is a modicum of privacy available with the former that is completely lacking in the latter. And while he will happily admit to being something of an exhibitionist, the idea of being caught in a compromising position with his ass in the air really doesn't actually hold that much appeal.

Also, sand.]

What do you say to continuing this between the sheets later, after we've got the sand rinsed off?

[onetrackminds]

It does get everywhere, doesn't it?

[The sand, that is. Reluctant as he is to interrupt this as well. He's had sex in worse places, but a more comfortable one is actually available this time.]

That sounds like a good idea.

[hawkethat]

Then let's do that.

[Sex with Anders is nice, but snuggling with Anders on a sandy beach is nice, too. So Hawke's going to settle back in to doing that.]

[Also, a distraction!]

Are those the fish you mentioned?

[Because there are some large, fish-shaped animals leaping out of the water over on the other side of the lake.]

[onetrackminds]

[he turns to look in the direction Hawke is, seeing the fish there.]

Yes. I'm not sure what they are.

[hawkethat]

[Hawke watches them quietly for a few moments, thinking.]

They look like the fish we'd see every once in a while on the ship to Kirkwall. The sailors had a name for them, but damned if I can remember what it is.

[onetrackminds]

I wonder why they keep them here.

[because this giant lake is probably for them, isn't it?]

[hawkethat]

Maybe they're somebody's pets?

[Fish as pets still seems like a weird concept to Hawke, but it's apparently a pretty common thing here, so.]

[onetrackminds]

Maybe.

[excuse him while he shifts more comfortably against Hawke, now they're just snuggling again.]

That sounds like a lot of work for a few pets.

[hawkethat]

[Oh no worries, Hawke will shift around a bit more too, so that they're both comfortable.]

Some people here are really weird about their pets.

[Like. Weirder than Hawke, okay.]

[onetrackminds]

Are you speaking from experience?

[hawkethat]

[Shrug]

It's just something I've noticed.

[If you're trying to bait him, Anders, you'll have to do better than that!]

[onetrackminds]

And it has nothing to do with the little furball?

[nope, just teasing.]

[hawkethat]

...I really don't think how I treat her is that unusual.

[He doesn't even insist she be allowed to sleep with them on their bed! As far as Hawke's concerned, he's a pretty rational dog owner.]

[onetrackminds]

You let her chew on your chin.

[nope, never letting that go.]

[hawkethat]

That's harmless.

[And it makes her happy. :<]

[onetrackminds]

She has you wrapped around her little paws.

[hawkethat]

You've got me wrapped around your little finger. Your point?