[His hand tangles in her hair in response, tugging lightly wile his mouth slanted against hers; his lips, teeth and tongue saying what words failed to evoke. His eyes fell shut against the overflow of sensations and all seemed to still and feel right between them.
He could tune out all the rest: the uncertainty of their place in Thedas; the worries that the Inquisition, or the Chantry, or whoever, only planned to keep them all here; whether he would even have this when and if they went back. Let all of Thedas fight themselves for all he cared.
His hands drop to her waist before he wraps his arms around her, dragging her upwards against him while he reached out for somewhere - her desk seemed to work well enough. The objects laid on it seemed to jump away from the surface of it when he brought her closer to set her down again. He leaned in, bracing himself with a hand laid on either side of her.]
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He could tune out all the rest: the uncertainty of their place in Thedas; the worries that the Inquisition, or the Chantry, or whoever, only planned to keep them all here; whether he would even have this when and if they went back. Let all of Thedas fight themselves for all he cared.
His hands drop to her waist before he wraps his arms around her, dragging her upwards against him while he reached out for somewhere - her desk seemed to work well enough. The objects laid on it seemed to jump away from the surface of it when he brought her closer to set her down again. He leaned in, bracing himself with a hand laid on either side of her.]