3 Works by lyriumtits
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As the Harpers are rebuilt along with the Gate, a far-fetched infatuation turns into the sort of love affair that leaves an indelible mark.
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It's nothing like the first time, nothing like the bed in the estate. Her bed, she supposes, though it still doesn't feel like hers two, three years on. Three. One, two, three years since Fenris walked through her door to thank her, three years since she kissed him and felt him kiss her back and felt every soft part of him with her hands and her lips working away the hard spiked shell that's built up over him.
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Hawke counts, and counts again.
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Alistair wants nothing more than to see the line of her back, or maybe see how it'd arch up from a perfect line beneath him, and he wishes she'd just jab him with her elbow again to interrupt the tightening in his groin. "My mistake," he says. "I'll be oh so grateful for this dirt now. Just like a featherbed."
Marta's lip quirks in a tired smile. "Soft as every human."
He feels rather the opposite of soft right now, but he can't very well argue that particular point. "Right. Best set the tents."
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Alistair jerks off. That's it. That's the fic.