![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
We all have our inner demons (Some of us just more literally than others) drabble part II
What: Dragon Age 2
Who: Alexis Hawke and Fenris
Warnings: None? Makeouts?
Word Count: 148
Notes: Also unbetad and unspellchecked. Pure stream of consciousness fluff. Will probably be in a longer piece later, but it was in my head now so it got written down.
He expects her to taste sweet, maybe a little sour. Something playful and toying to match an equally infuriating woman. Instead the heat of her mouths sears him as surely as any brand and there's a tang to her lips that he can't quite place. The current of it travels through his body at an alarming rate that leaves him tingling all over. Yet he leans in again, seeking her mouth with his own over and over as if he can't quite get enough.
And he can't. He could do this forever, just crushing his mouth against hers while lighting all but explodes behind his eyelids. Perhaps this was the true danger a mage posed. Not blood magic, not abominations. Just this heady, drugged feeling and the way it snaked through his limbs. The way it wouldn't let go, the way he didn't want it to let go.
Who: Alexis Hawke and Fenris
Warnings: None? Makeouts?
Word Count: 148
Notes: Also unbetad and unspellchecked. Pure stream of consciousness fluff. Will probably be in a longer piece later, but it was in my head now so it got written down.
He expects her to taste sweet, maybe a little sour. Something playful and toying to match an equally infuriating woman. Instead the heat of her mouths sears him as surely as any brand and there's a tang to her lips that he can't quite place. The current of it travels through his body at an alarming rate that leaves him tingling all over. Yet he leans in again, seeking her mouth with his own over and over as if he can't quite get enough.
And he can't. He could do this forever, just crushing his mouth against hers while lighting all but explodes behind his eyelids. Perhaps this was the true danger a mage posed. Not blood magic, not abominations. Just this heady, drugged feeling and the way it snaked through his limbs. The way it wouldn't let go, the way he didn't want it to let go.