Taunted and Tormented
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+A through F › Dragon Age (all)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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2,158
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Taunted and Tormented - 4
Anders woke to a warmth beside him, blinking Nate's profile into focus. Memories of yesterday flit though his mind, accompanying the pleasant ache that had settled through his body.
He reached up to brush a few strands of dark hair away from his bed-partner's face, letting out a soft noise as a hand snatched his wrist. Unable to tug loose, he let out a soft "Oh" as lips pressed first to his palm and then the inside of his wrist.
"You never learn, do you?" Nate's voice was rough but there was also the pull of a smile at his lips.
"Maybe you need to relax more," he countered.
Nate let out a sigh, bringing their hands to his chest. "Anders--"
The mage shook his head, interrupting. "Thank you. I...couldn't say it last night. For finding me. For stopping...them. For..." He was at a loss on how to describe what else had happened.
Nate shook his head. "I told you that mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble."
Anders quirked a bit of a grin. "You didn't seem to mind."
He felt Nate grow still, suddenly worried that maybe he regretted what had happened. Chuckling softly, he slid his fingers free of the other man's grip, rolling away so he could climb out of bed.
"Anders..."
He sat there for a moment. "It's all right. I--Thank you. Again. For watching out for me." He pushed himself to his feet but his legs protested, causing him to stumble, plopping back down to the mattress.
Nate twisted up so that he could kneel behind him, hands lightly on his shoulders. "Idiot. Come back to bed. I'm not trying to chase you away."
The mage turned, looking at him over his shoulder. "No?" Somehow he didn't quite believe that.
Fingers combed through his hair, a faint smile returning. "No."
Turning completely, he crawled back into bed, the two of them stretching out once more. Nate's arm curled around his back.
"Let's just make sure it doesn't take something so drastic to lead to this again, shall we?"
Anders laughed softly. "Agreed."
((And for those wondering about the bad, bad templar, our illustrious Wardens told on them to their Commander, which was probably more evil than if Nate had just slaughtered the two of them outright.))
He reached up to brush a few strands of dark hair away from his bed-partner's face, letting out a soft noise as a hand snatched his wrist. Unable to tug loose, he let out a soft "Oh" as lips pressed first to his palm and then the inside of his wrist.
"You never learn, do you?" Nate's voice was rough but there was also the pull of a smile at his lips.
"Maybe you need to relax more," he countered.
Nate let out a sigh, bringing their hands to his chest. "Anders--"
The mage shook his head, interrupting. "Thank you. I...couldn't say it last night. For finding me. For stopping...them. For..." He was at a loss on how to describe what else had happened.
Nate shook his head. "I told you that mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble."
Anders quirked a bit of a grin. "You didn't seem to mind."
He felt Nate grow still, suddenly worried that maybe he regretted what had happened. Chuckling softly, he slid his fingers free of the other man's grip, rolling away so he could climb out of bed.
"Anders..."
He sat there for a moment. "It's all right. I--Thank you. Again. For watching out for me." He pushed himself to his feet but his legs protested, causing him to stumble, plopping back down to the mattress.
Nate twisted up so that he could kneel behind him, hands lightly on his shoulders. "Idiot. Come back to bed. I'm not trying to chase you away."
The mage turned, looking at him over his shoulder. "No?" Somehow he didn't quite believe that.
Fingers combed through his hair, a faint smile returning. "No."
Turning completely, he crawled back into bed, the two of them stretching out once more. Nate's arm curled around his back.
"Let's just make sure it doesn't take something so drastic to lead to this again, shall we?"
Anders laughed softly. "Agreed."
((And for those wondering about the bad, bad templar, our illustrious Wardens told on them to their Commander, which was probably more evil than if Nate had just slaughtered the two of them outright.))