"It wasn't how I wanted our first kiss to go," Anders admitted.
Hawke smirked. He wouldn't be able to see it, spooned behind her in the bed she now thought of as theirs, but he probably knew she was smirking all the same. "So you admit you'd thought about it."
Anders' arm squeezed around her waist, and voice was almost indignant. "You know blighted well I thought about it. I barely thought about anything else. Three years--" His arm squeezed harder, and one leg moved so it rested between hers, skin sliding on skin. "--three years of imagining kissing you--"
"Among other things."
His chuckle was a low rasp that tickled her ear, and one hand slid northwards, seeking and finding curves; not with intent, just warm, wonderfully familiar contact. "Many other things. But I thought our first kiss would at least involve some finesse. I wanted to leave you breathless, and instead I just sort of lunged at you. I should be ashamed of myself, really."
He didn't sound in the least ashamed of himself, or of where his hand was wandering, and Hawke laughed. "Believe me, love, you left me breathless."
"Mm." His mouth nuzzled at the skin below her ear. "Not good enough. I want another attempt."
"Another first kiss?" Hawke rolled over in his arms. "Well, I've always been a believer in second chances..."
A few minutes passed before they came up for air, and when they did, Hawke was grinning. "Also third and fourth chances. Ninth chances, even. How many first kisses would you like?"
Anders laughed. "How high can you count?"
author's note: Yep, the TMBG song is thoroughly in my head now.
Another First Kiss, Anders/f!Hawke, T
Hawke smirked. He wouldn't be able to see it, spooned behind her in the bed she now thought of as theirs, but he probably knew she was smirking all the same. "So you admit you'd thought about it."
Anders' arm squeezed around her waist, and voice was almost indignant. "You know blighted well I thought about it. I barely thought about anything else. Three years--" His arm squeezed harder, and one leg moved so it rested between hers, skin sliding on skin. "--three years of imagining kissing you--"
"Among other things."
His chuckle was a low rasp that tickled her ear, and one hand slid northwards, seeking and finding curves; not with intent, just warm, wonderfully familiar contact. "Many other things. But I thought our first kiss would at least involve some finesse. I wanted to leave you breathless, and instead I just sort of lunged at you. I should be ashamed of myself, really."
He didn't sound in the least ashamed of himself, or of where his hand was wandering, and Hawke laughed. "Believe me, love, you left me breathless."
"Mm." His mouth nuzzled at the skin below her ear. "Not good enough. I want another attempt."
"Another first kiss?" Hawke rolled over in his arms. "Well, I've always been a believer in second chances..."
A few minutes passed before they came up for air, and when they did, Hawke was grinning. "Also third and fourth chances. Ninth chances, even. How many first kisses would you like?"
Anders laughed. "How high can you count?"
author's note: Yep, the TMBG song is thoroughly in my head now.