He'd dead forgotten the state he's in, so when Anders says that, Hawke looks at him blankly for a moment before realization dawns and he has the strangest urge to cover himself entirely. It's gone in less than a moment, banished by the sudden and overpowering desire to cover his love in all manner of adoration. Not just to have sex or be intimate, but to make love.
The blanket across his lap is moved aside, the big red bow a little less full than it once was, but still intact. It can wait, though. He'd much rather take Anders' lips against his and pour every ounce of affection and love he has for this darling, passionate mage he'd fallen for on sight and had gleefully never been able to get up. He is going to prove to Anders tonight, without a shadow of a doubt, that there is no one whose love has changed him as profoundly as the healer's.
When oxygen becomes an imperative is when Hawke finally pulls back, leaving one hand against the back of Anders' neck and pressing his forehead to Anders' in the way that he does sometimes when he needs grounding. "You do, and I am very much looking forward to it."
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The blanket across his lap is moved aside, the big red bow a little less full than it once was, but still intact. It can wait, though. He'd much rather take Anders' lips against his and pour every ounce of affection and love he has for this darling, passionate mage he'd fallen for on sight and had gleefully never been able to get up. He is going to prove to Anders tonight, without a shadow of a doubt, that there is no one whose love has changed him as profoundly as the healer's.
When oxygen becomes an imperative is when Hawke finally pulls back, leaving one hand against the back of Anders' neck and pressing his forehead to Anders' in the way that he does sometimes when he needs grounding. "You do, and I am very much looking forward to it."