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Morning Song, Sebastian/Elsa

Title: Morning Song
Rating: PG for morning after pillow talk
Summary: “Better hope that my husband doesn’t catch you here.”
Note: This takes place directly after Put the Lime in the Coconut


Sebastian slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the bright rays of light that shone down from the high windows. He frowned; surely he hadn’t overslept? Stretching, he luxuriated in the feel of silken sheets against his bare skin and the press of a warm body against his back.

A hand snaked under his left arm and rested itself over his chest. “Good morning.” Sebastian couldn’t stop the wide smile at the sound of the sleep-hoarse voice if his life had depended on it, especially when the person behind him shifted in bed and pressed her lips against his shoulder.

“Nay, lass. It’s a fantastic morning.” Rolling over so he could face Hawke, he took in her sleep-tousled hair and relaxed expression. “Because I just realized something.”

Elsa propped herself up on an elbow, completely unabashed that the sheets had slid down to pool at her waist. “Oh? And what would that be?”

His smile turned into an impish grin as he walked his fingers along the line of her arm. “I woke up this morning as a married man.” He leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss. “And I’m in bed with a beautiful, married woman.”

She chuckled against his mouth. “Better watch it. I have no idea what my husband will do if he catches you here,” she joked.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be understanding. It’s my wife that’s the unpredictable one.”

“Well, I’ve heard that she’s quite the territorial type.” Elsa slid her fingers through his hair and tugged him closer. Sebastian swallowed her surprised squeak when he rolled them across the mattress until he had her beneath him.

A ghra mo chroi, you have no worries there.” He bent his head and nuzzled below her earlobe. “My heart belongs to you and no other.”

Elsa cupped the side of his face with her hand. “And my heart belongs to you.” She frowned, looking as if she was trying to remember something. “Táim i ngrá leat.

He leaned up so he could look her in the eye. “Where did you learn that?” His heart flipped in his chest. Elsa had said similar endearments before, but never in his own native dialect.

“From Varric.” She blushed. “He was doing some, er, research for his latest novel and I asked him for some of his notes.”

He couldn’t help his grin. “Research, you say? What type of book does he have in mind?”

“I can’t spill all of the details, but act surprised when you see a manuscript about a handsome soldier named Seb from Starkaven meeting Elsie, a Fereldan damsel in distress.”

Sebastian snorted. “A damsel in distress? Clearly we should charge Varric with libel.”

“That’s all? No outrage at being used as a character in one of his books?”

He nuzzled her jaw. “Well, he did say that my character was handsome, after all.” He slid further down and nipped at her collarbone. “And he does get the girl.”

Elsa laughed. “That he does. So tell me, Husband,” she felt positively joyful about being able to call him that, “what are your plans for the day?”

He gave her a thoughtful look, his chin propped up on her sternum. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess one of my first orders of business would be to tell the Grand Cleric that she’s minus one brother.” He had a feeling that Elthina had known his heart better than he had, especially since she had been after him to decide his own path for years. It would be strange to not act in the same capacity as a brother of the faith any longer, but Sebastian was determined to continue helping the Chantry any way he could. Sebastian also thought that she’d be disappointed in the way that he and Elsa had been married, only because she had hinted at one point that she was looking forward to performing their marriage ceremony herself. A handfasting lasts for only a year and a day, he reasoned. We’ll ask her to officially marry us when the time comes.

Elsa combed her fingers through his hair. “You’re miles away. A sovereign for your thoughts?”

“That’s quite a lot of money for one thought.”

“Can’t help it. Your thoughts mean a lot to me.” Her smile faltered. “Any regrets?”

He moved back up her body and gathered her in his arms. “None whatsoever. Do you?”

“No, none.” Actually, the only regret she had was that her parents weren’t alive. Her father would have been initially gruff, but she was certain that he would have warmed to Sebastian. Elsa already knew that her mother had favored him, especially since she had hinted heavily about inviting him over for tea or for dinner on several occasions. Not wanting to turn a lighthearted moment morose, she pressed her lips to Sebastian’s throat and sighed when his hands began to wander.

“What I was thinking about, Wife,” he slid his hand underneath her knee and lazily hitched her leg over his hip, “was that it shouldn’t take me very long to move my things over here. The dormitory is small in size and vows of poverty don’t leave much room for many worldly possessions. I’d say two or three trips ought to cover it.”

“I hadn’t thought about that.”

“It is customary for couples to live together,” he said, humor lacing his voice. “Unless you wish to move into the dormitories with me…”

“Maker forbid. Liam would run amok and give the sisters fits until someone gave him a ham bone to chew on.” Besides, the walls of the Chantry tended to echo. If the night before was anything to go by, Elsa would surely never be able to look anyone in the eye ever again. Almost if to prove her point, she gasped and involuntarily let out a low moan when Sebastian’s fingers began to travel further down her body. “I think moving is an excellent idea.” She leaned up and kissed Sebastian, distracting him so she could roll them over, an amused chuckle escaping him when his back hit the mattress.

“Yet such an excellent idea is going to have to wait,” she murmured against his mouth. Her hair hung around them as she straddled his hips, his hands making patterns on her back. “I have plans for you this morning.”

“Ah Love,” he said, one of his hands going up to tangle in her hair. “I think I’m going to like your plan.”

Translation Note:
A ghra mo chroi – Love of my heart

Táim i ngrá leat – I’m in love with you

Even though I’ve decided that the main local dialect in Starkhaven is Scots Gaelic, I really liked these Irish Gaelic endearments.

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