Characters: Vivian Hawke/Fenris
Summary: Fenris watches Hawke sleep. Hawke worries about snoring issues.
Note: De-anonning from the kmeme. Original poster wanted something extremely fluffy with F!Hawke and Fenris.
“You’re watching me sleep again.”
Fenris leaned his weight on his elbow. “How can I watch you sleep when you’re clearly awake?”
Vivian cracked an eyelid and hid a yawn behind the back of her hand. “How long have you been awake?” She winced as she stretched; in her opinion, hard stone floor was never meant for sleeping on. While the thick rug beneath them kept off most of the chill, it did very little in the way of cushioning. Rolling to her side, she nudged her nose against the curve of Fenris’ neck.
“Not long.” The cold had stirred him from a sound sleep. Making love in front of Hawke’s fireplace was a novelty; they’d only recently reconciled days before and it seemed as if the both of them had wanted to make up for the time they had lost. He drew her closer to him, his fingers making idle patterns on her shoulder. They’d been so desperate for the feel of skin against skin that they hadn’t even made it to the bed.
If Fenris had had his way, he would have taken her against the door as soon as she had closed it.
“Long enough to catch me snoring, I bet,” she muttered sleepily, draping her leg over his. Her toes touched the inside of his calf and he couldn’t help but flinch at just how cold they were.
“You’ll be happy to know that you do no such thing.” He had been stricken with just how peaceful she looked. Asleep, she had been able to let go of all the little cares and bigger burdens that she normally hefted onto her shoulders, the tense lines around her eyes and the ever deepening crease between her eyebrows vanishing. Bending his head, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, enjoying the satisfied sigh she gave. “The worst you did was drool on me.”
She sat straight up. “I did no such thing!” She was halfway between swiping at her mouth to check for drool stains when she saw the smirk on his lips and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. It was so rare to see him without a serious expression that she treasured the look, even if it was at her expense. “You!” She laughed as she playfully shoved at him. He caught her hands in his and rolled with her, laughing as he pinned her beneath him. Looking down at her, he knew just how fortunate he was that a woman like Hawke had waited for him.
“What is it?” she asked, carding her fingers through his hair.
“I was thinking about how waking up next to you from now on would be,” he said, dipping his head down to nip at her earlobe. When he spoke next, his voice was low and reverent. “There’s no place else I’d rather be than here.”
Vivian reached up to drag him down for another kiss, but winced when something underneath the rug dug into the middle of her back. “As much as I love being with you,” she started, giving a pointed stare towards the bed. “Why don’t we continue this somewhere warmer?” Whatever was underneath the rug jabbed at her back again. “And preferably more comfortable.”
Fenris pulled her to her feet and rested his hands on her hips. The grin against her mouth was her only warning before he tumbled her across the bed, his weight warm and solid over her. “Anywhere you wish,” he murmured against her skin, savoring the way she shivered that had nothing to do with the cold. “Anywhere you wish.”