Dragon Age Oneshots and Imagines

|| dog days [2] ||

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Anders x Female Hawke
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It had been a terribly long day for Anders, and he was glad to finally appear at the doorstep of the dim-lighted Hawke Estate.

The sun had set a few hours ago, with surprisingly less guards around the area than usual. Anders thought it strange that Hightown didn't have many people on patrol, but he wasn't going to be the one to talk to Aveline about that. It was a relief, almost, making it a bit easier for the mage to get from his clinic to Hightown easier without detection.

Anders hated getting to the estate at such a late time, but there had been more patients than usual, as well as a visit from a beautiful calico cat, which had made him get distracted about what time it was. Before he knew it, Anders was several hours late.

He sighed softly, looking behind him before opening the door. "I'm sorry I'm late, Abigail, but I'm here!" Announcing his arrival into the large house in the middle of the night may not have been the brightest idea, but Anders was tired, and wasn't thinking very properly. Hearing steps coming down the staircase, he had gotten a little happier, thinking that his love was coming down to greet him.

What he did not anticipate, however, was instead of Abigail Hawke coming to the entrance, it was her faithful Mabari hound, Jingles. And he looked happy to see Anders, or angry at him, the blond didn't know because the next thing he knew, Jingles had ran towards him and jumped, knocking the man to the ground, licking his face as the large hound sat on top of Anders.

"Get off of me, I told you not to do that, I-- Ow, ow ow, who decides to put a table right there?" Anders groaned, hitting his elbow against the leg of a table. He tried to push the Mabari off, but only managed in hitting the table once again. Maker, it hurt like a bitch, was that table made of dragonbone?

"Jingles, quit barking please, you're going to wake up mother." The red haired Hawke yawned as she walked to the entrance, having just been woken up by the ruckus at the front door. When she saw who was the reason for Jingles' barking, Abigail felt less asleep then, running over to the dog and poor Anders.

"Hey, you know he doesn't like that, go lay down by the fireplace. Now, boy." The mabari whimpered, but got off of Anders, walking with his head down as he went into the foyer. Abigail looked at the mage, kneeling beside him as she helped him sit up. "Are you okay?"

Anders held Abigail's hand with his left hand, using the right hand to hold his bruised elbow. "I told you he should be in a kennel at night, look at what he did, he slobbered on my clothes and hurt my arm." Hawke laughed, pulling Anders up as she stood up.

"That's what happens when you come later than you were supposed to. And if you don't like 'wet clothes', we can always.... Take them off?" Anders blushed at her words, knowing what she was suggesting. The girl laughed again, taking Anders' coat off and rolling up his shirt sleeve. "Oh dear, that's quite a bruise you've got there. Let's go bring you up to the bedroom so I can take care of you."

The two of them walked into the foyer and then up the small set of stairs, Anders turning his head to glare at the hound laying in front of the lit fireplace. Turning to go into Abigail's bedroom, she made the mage sit down on the bed. As she made to unbutton Anders' shirt, he stopped her, holding her hand in his. "And what do you think you're doing?"

The rogue chuckled, moving her hand out of his grasp. "What I think I'm doing is taking off your clothes so I can see if there's anymore bruising. You were knocked to the ground by a gigantic dog, or did you forget that?" Anders' face seemed to turn red with embarrassment, but he smiled at the girl as he let her unbutton the shirt. It was a small thing, yet Anders still liked it, liked watching her put her slender little fingers to work. She focused on undoing every button in a certain way, which seemed odd to others but almost endearing to Anders. Watching the red haired girl, his mind flew elsewhere, thinking of the first time he had been invited to the Hawke estate. It had been a night he surely wouldn't forget, that was for sure.

"Anders, I'm..." Ah yes, Anders still remembered how vulnerable she sounded saying his name, smiling at Abigail as they laid in her plush bed, holding the woman he had dreamed of for three years in his arms. What a wonderful memory it had been.

"Anders, are you--" The blond abruptly turned his head to face her, face flushed with red after imagining the exact details of that first night. Abigail sighed, happily almost, pushing the now unbuttoned shirt off of Anders' shoulders. "I hope you're not thinking of anything crude, Anders, that's unbecoming of a gentleman like you." Said male smiled sheepishly. Damn you, Hawke.

The red haired woman examined Anders' arms and chest, taking care to do so gently, as there was a decent sized spot on his torso that was already bruising. She clicked her tongue, making a tsk sound. "I'm sorry, love, but we're going to have to amputate your arm." Anders' brown eyes went wide, staring up at the girl as he stammered, trying to find his words.

"Wh-Wha-What do you mean, 'amputate'?! I need this arm!" Abigail tried her hardest to keep a straight face, but alas, her face broke into a smile, and then a fit of giggles as she looked at Anders' wild expression. The mage glared at her as he figured out that she was indeed joking. "You nasty woman. I should leave after that, you know." Abigail shook her head, putting her hand on Anders' bare shoulder to keep her from falling to the floor.

"You and I.... Both k-know that isn't g-going to happen.... Am I wrong, my love?" Anders turned his head away from her, face red once again.

"......no."

Abigail smiled again, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Once doing so, she started to shrug her housecoat off, watching Anders now mesmerized face, his eyes following her hands. Once the ruby colored coat was discarded on the floor, the rogue walked over to Anders, pulling the hair tie from his hair and running her fingers through the silky blond locks.

"Stop staring at me, its not like I'm indecent. I still have clothes on." Anders chuckled, pulling her into his arms as he sniffed at her hair. It smelled like blue bells, making sense as they were her favorite flowers.

"I can't help but stare at you. You're so beautiful." Abigail smiled at his words, a faint blush coming to her face. She pushed Anders to lay down on the bed, cuddling further into his embrace. As Abigail fell asleep rather quickly, soft snores coming from her, Anders gazed at her, love filled in his eyes. Maker, how did he get so lucky?