Issa (bossy_muses) wrote,

Sparks Fly, Anders/Theodora

Title: Sparks Fly
Rating: PG
Pairing: Theodora Amell/Anders
Summary: Two teenagers breaking curfew to fool around. What could possibly go wrong?
Note: De-anonning from the kmeme. Original poster wanted F!Amell/Anders making out in the Circle Tower.

“This is insane.”

“What, this?” Anders opened up the storage closet and peeked inside. “This is two hormonal teenagers looking for a bit of privacy. This is completely normal.”

Theodora rolled her eyes and stepped inside, neatly avoiding a mop and bucket. “Sneaking out past curfew is crazy. We’re going to get caught.” Nevertheless, she reached for Anders as he made sure that the door was securely closed.

“Amell, relax,” he drawled, backing her up towards the wall. “You’re with me; what can possibly go wrong?”

She let out a little huff of breath that quickly turned into a sigh when his lips found the sensitive spot underneath her ear she hadn’t been aware of possessing. “So says the apprentice who’s been captured twice while trying to break out of here. I’m surprised they don’t have you on permanent watch.”

“I haven’t made a run for it in months; I’m waiting until they let their guard down. Hey,” Anders softly tapped at the side of Thea’s head with his index finger. “Remember that little voice of reason you always listen to in there? Give it a night off. Be reckless for once.”

She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “I know, it’s just…” she sighed and leaned her head back against the storage wall. “I’m making a big mess of things, aren’t I?”

He conjured a small spell wisp that gave the area around their faces a soft white glow. “No you aren’t. Being such a stickler for the rules is what I like most about you. You keep me honest.” He leaned in and gave her a brief kiss.

“Well, someone has to, Maker knows you like to throw rules and caution to the Void every chance you get.” She draped her arms over his shoulders. “Now, can we please get back to being two hormonal teenagers looking for a bit of privacy?”

The spell wisp flickered before going out completely. “Direct and to the point. Just another thing I like about you, Thea.”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” He might not have been able to see her, but he definitely heard the smirk in her voice.

“As my lady commands.”


There was something about Anders that made her lose track of time whenever she was with him, even when they were doing mundane, everyday tasks around the tower. For all Thea knew, they could have been in that storage closet for five minutes or they could have been in there for five hours. She didn’t care either, so long as Anders never stopped touching her. He finally figured out the clasp that held her robes together at the neck and she hissed in pleasure at the way his teeth nipped at her throat and collarbone. She gave a brief thought to bruises, but figured that the least he could do after putting them there would be to heal them for her before anyone caught sight of them.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his hands skimming along her sides before palming her breasts. Thea had hooked one of her legs around his waist and she gasped, her hips rocking up to meet his. Anders bit out a groan and dropped his head onto her shoulder. Her hands were in his hair and he didn’t mind the slight stinging as she tugged to haul him up for another kiss because her mouth was on his and the way she kissed was downright addictive. He gave a slight chuckle; who would have thought that quiet, demure, let’s-play-by-the-rules-at-all-times Theodora Amell would have it in her to throw all inhibitions aside? He was never one to wax poetic on anything, but at that moment, he imagined that they were so perfectly aligned that they were like two pieces of a matched set finally coming together. And to think, we still have all our clothes on. He didn’t know just how far she’d allow him to take this tonight, but he could definitely see more stolen moments in their future. “You smell amazing.” Thea was all autumn, from the taste of crisp apples she must have snacked on before their meeting to the warm smell of spices that lingered on her skin from the time she had recently spent on kitchen duty helping the cooks. He closed his eyes and he could almost imagine the smell of freshly fallen leaves burning… Wait, that wasn’t his imagination. “Do you smell something burning?”

“Something…?” Thea opened her eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. “Shit!” Batting madly at his shoulder, she put out the beginnings of a small flame that had caught on Anders’s robe. “I am so, so sorry!” She conjured her own spell wisp and frantically looked him over for any signs of injury. Adrenaline seeping away, she finally noticed that Anders’s shoulders were shaking not because he was hurt, but because he was laughing at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, even if the grin he gave her said otherwise. “It isn’t every day that I get to see you lose control of your magic like that, especially when it comes to fire.” Out of all the Circle’s apprentices in their age group, Thea was the most accomplished in the primal school of magic and she was a natural at calling up fire. Pure male satisfaction rolled around in Anders’s chest at the thought that he had been the one to make her lose focus.

“It isn’t funny,” she whispered, ears straining to hear if their commotion had alerted any of the Templars on duty. Anders had reassured her that the hallway they were in was out of the guard rotation after a certain hour, but in her experience, even an accidental whisper of leaked magic tended to bring at least one Templar around to investigate.

“Sure it is,” he whispered back, his hands warm on her waist. “Later on, we’ll think back on this moment and laugh. Now, get back over here, Sparky.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but grabbed at the front of his robes to yank him closer. “So help me, if that nickname sticks…”

“Oooh, threats. I’m shaking.” He would have joked with her more, but there were more important things to do with his mouth, like trailing a line of kisses down her throat and enjoying the way she shivered against him. He was in the middle of working another hidden clasp on the front of her robes free when she hitched her other leg around his waist and rolled her hips just so. With a muffled moan, he pressed her further along the wall and grinded against her, his mouth messily meeting with hers in a tangle of lips and teeth and tongue that had them both breathing hard. Clasp forgotten, the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight on the wall slid up Thea’s thigh, rucking up her clothing in the process.

“Anders…” She sucked at his top lip in a way that made him dizzy. “Anders…” The air in the small space seemed to grow thick around them and Thea nuzzled the side of his neck, swearing that he smelled just like the breeze before a thunderstorm. “Anders!” The last was said on a yelp, the sharp sting of electricity shaking her out of her daze.

“Oh, damn, I’m sorry!” Anders knelt down to inspect the damage. His hands roved over the back of her thigh and he let out a small tendril of healing magic to soothe away the fingertip-shaped marks he had caused. “Are you okay?”

She arched an eyebrow. “Was that payback for me scorching your robes?”

“Well, they are my favorite pair, but I can safely say that I’ve never done that with a girl before.” Standing back up, he nudged her nose with his affectionately. “You aren’t mad, are you?”

She was trying to ignore the insinuation that he had been in this closet with someone else before her, but she shook her head. “No harm done,” she told him, reluctantly stepping away. “But I think that we should probably be getting…” She would have finished her sentence, but the door to the closet opened. The figure was backlit from the torches in the hallway outside, but there was no mistaking Templar armor.

“And what do we have here?”

Anders instinctively stood in front of Thea and held his hands out. “There’s a reasonable explanation to this, I swear.”


“We were struck with the sudden urge to do some late night cleaning?” Theodora asked sarcastically, setting down a bucket full of sudsy water.

On his knees a few feet away, Anders shrugged. “It was the best I could come up with under pressure.”

Thea grimaced, thinking that it was bad enough that they had been caught, but that they had been caught by the Knight Commander was even worse. He had escorted them back to their respective dormitories and then first thing later on that morning, he had taken them both directly to the First Enchanter where they had been treated to a dual reading of the riot act about decorum and responsibility as well as a lengthy review of curfew rules. Irving had looked at Thea with such disappointment that she had been reduced to staring glumly at her shoes and meekly nodding in acceptance at their punishment.

“On the bright side,” she said cheerfully, folding the sleeves of her robes up over her elbow so they wouldn’t get wet. She took up a brush and dunked it in the bucket, going down on her knees to begin scrubbing the hallway. “We’re missing classes right now. Magical Theory is always so boring. If I could get away with it, I’d figure out how to nap through the lectures.”

Anders snorted and began to scrub his way over to her. “Why Theodora Amell, I do believe this is the first time that I’ve heard you say something negative about classes.” He smirked and nudged her with his shoulder. “Some of my bad habits must be rubbing off on you.”

“What can I say? I keep you honest and you keep me from being a complete stick-in-the-mud.”

He grinned. “Sweetheart, after last night, I don’t think I could ever call you a stick-in-the-mud again.”

Thea blushed, her cheeks turning almost as red as her hair. “About that,” she said, the stone in front of her brush suddenly incredibly interesting. “You aren’t planning on taking anyone else to that closet, are you? Because I’m not planning on taking any other boy there.” The last was said in a rush and she cautiously looked up at him to catch his reaction.

“Well, I was thinking about making that closet exclusive to just me and you.” He leaned closer to her. “There are some other nooks and alcoves in this tower that I think deserve to be looked into as well. You know, exclusively.”

Checking to see if the Templar posted in the hallway to watch them was looking the other way, Thea quickly brushed her mouth over Anders’s. “I think I’d like that,” she said with a smile.

“So long as someone doesn’t set my clothes on fire.”

She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her chest. “I’ll resist the urge if you can keep the lighting zaps down to a minimum.” Dunking her brush in her bucket again, she playfully elbowed him in the side. “Now get to scrubbing, Sparklefingers.”
Tags: fandom: dragon age, pairing: anders/theodora
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