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Fenris knew Hawke wouldn’t leave him alone for long. Years of flirting, one night of sex. Hawke wasn’t the sort of man to leave it at that. Still, he’d thought Hawke might give him more than a day to think about what might come next. Instead, Hawke was here, now, perched on the edge of his bed watching him and waiting.
“Come here,” he’d said, gesturing to the space between his knees. “Sit. We need to talk.”
Fenris wasn’t sure which one of them was more startled by his, “No!”, he or Hawke. Though Hawke hid his surprise well, his face shifting from stern neutrality into an angry glower, his eyes open a fraction wider for only a split second in between, before he locked his jaw and ground out, “What?”
“No.” Fenris repeated, quieter this time. “I will not come sit at your feet. I told you last night, this was a mistake. It should never have happened, and it won’t be happening again. I am not your slave, Hawke.”
“You tell me I’m the best lay you’ve ever had, and you’re going to turn down another go?” The glower deepened, and then smoothed out. “You’re delightful when you’re not fighting your submissive tendencies, love. Tell you what, we’ll find you someone who can help you deal with your little problem, and then when you can be good for me I’ll give you another chance. How does that sound?” Hawke’s tone had smoothed as well, and now he grinned. “I know just the person too,” he said, his eyes hard and pleased.
Fenris was quite sure he didn’t want another go. Didn’t want to deal with whatever problem Hawke was so sure he had. And, certainly didn’t want to have sex with someone else, especially if the idea made Hawke grin like that. Still, best to finish the conversation and be done with it now. For all he knew Hawke would bring it up again in front of the others over cards, or out on a mission, if he didn’t get to finish it today. He dipped his head indicating that Hawke should continue, and waited to see what Hawke’s oh so brilliant plan might be.
Hawke stood and walked over to look out the window, hands behind his back. “I kissed Anders the other day,” he said, rocking forward onto his toes and then back. “He tried to slam me into a wall too. Much better at it than you were. More practice being on top I’d guess. He bites.” Hawke shot him a grin, before turning back to the window. “Not that it would ever work out. He kept trying to get his hands into my hair. Nearly turned into a wrestling match, toppy fuck.”
“And you hate him,” Hawke said, turning back around. “Which is perfect. He’s nicer than I am, knows how to deal with freak outs, and he thinks you’re pretty. Said so himself the other day. I’m sure he’ll have you sorted out in no time. I get my pretty elf back, you get to break his heart, everybody wins.”
The grin was gone now. Hawke dropped his hands from behind his back and stalked out the door, turning just across the lintel. “Next time you refuse me there will be consequences. I’ll give you and Anders a year or so to work it out. Don’t waste my leniency, elf.” And then he was gone.