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[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.]

[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.]

[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?

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.

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.]

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

Yes. I'm not sure what they are.

[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.

I wonder why they keep them here.

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

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.]

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.

[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.]

Are you speaking from experience?

[Shrug]

It's just something I've noticed.

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

And it has nothing to do with the little furball?

[nope, just teasing.]

...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.]