rennybu:“In this moment, lip barely brushes against lip. Fingers at his nape, brushing again
rennybu: “In this moment, lip barely brushes against lip. Fingers at his nape, brushing against the soft wisps of hair which curl there. Lips parted, patiently waiting, and there’s such heat in the breath of him. The slightest hesitation. A questioning in his right to stand where he stands, to touch what he touches, to kiss what he wants to kiss. At the slightest knot between Fenris’s brows, Hawke smiles. Resting his forehead against his, content in the waiting. Slowly moving, giving time to deny, to push away, but Fenris does not.” - @jawsandbones 26.03.2019 -- source link
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