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He walked to her mansion, muttering all the way. Had the blasted woman no sense at all? She had been out helping that abomination all night after the many times he had warned her Anders was dangerous. To make matters worse, he had to learn it from Varric.
He walked in, not bothering to knock. Hellfire, he practically lived here now, although he still refused to move his things to her house. His need for his own private space was too great to overcome, even for her. But he should probably just move here if it meant keeping her safe. The blasted mage needed a keeper, not a lover.
Walking into the ante-room he met Orana who smiled warmly, if a little shyly to him, and pointed to the kitchen. He nodded his head in silent thanks and all but kicked the kitchen door open, burst into the room…and stopped dead in his tracks.
Hawke was cooking. In an apron. Barefoot.
She jumped as he entered and turned and smiled at him. Her cheeks were flashed from the oven and there was dough on the tip of her adorable nose.
“Fenris,” she gasped, his name crooned in that special note that always told him how happy she was to see him. “Come try this.”
She held a spoonful of cake batter out to him and he sighed as his anger left him. He could fight about Anders another time. When Hawke cooked or baked he was too much a happy camper to grouse about anything. And the minx knew it. She knew he would be angry and took out the big guns- her casseroles and cakes and pies. Maker…His stomach was growling already.
He approached her with a self deprecating little smirk and licked the batter from the spoon and her fingers, making her gasp.
“Any more?” he asked eyeing the bowl hungrily.
She dipped he fingers in the bowl and brought them up to his mouth. Holding her gaze steadily just to enjoy her pupils dilating, he licked every one of her fingers clean, before leaning in to kiss her, mixing the incredible sweetness of her mouth with the taste of the batter still on his tongue.
“I was furious with you on the way here, Hawke,” he whispered as he trailed feather light kisses along her jawline. “ You had better sweeten me up some more before I remember why.”
“I made a big cake,” she murmured as he was lifting her up onto the counter and pressing himself between her thighs to grind his hardness against her.
He actually purred with pleasure as he was nipping at her neck.
“It’s chocolate.”
His head snapped up and she nearly fell from the counter- he pulled away from her and whirled around the room trying to locate the cake so fast, that she felt as if she had been hit by a tornado.
“One of these days I will be offended by your liking my cake more than me,” she laughed.
Fenris raised his head from the huge piece of cake he had been groaning over, chocolate all over his face. He smiled, a precious, wide, happy smile that always broke her heart in its loveliness.
“I’ll just have to …demonstrate how much I like you, then” he drawled, trying for seductive, but failing miserably as his voice was muffled by the piece of cake he was wolfing down.
“Eat your cake, love.” She laughed, joyously, deliriously happy. “Later. You’ll show me later. I made cheery pie, too.”
He just groaned.