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Can't Let You Go	By : Ellynndaria Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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                Once outside, they walked toward the red and black motorcycle waiting out front at the curb. Douglas asked for the direction he was heading, frowning when he heard the address. It wasn't far from where he and Aveline grew up; one of the worst areas in the city and definitely not a place one would expect a doctor to be living. Everyone had their problems though and it probably wasn't something people would speak about when first meeting each other, so he dropped it. "Alright, well, do me a favor and hold on tight, okay?"
                "Hold tight, got it."
                Anders smiled at him and once again Douglas was struck stupid for just a moment before he smiled back, pulling out the ponytail in the blond hair so it wouldn't dig into the back of Anders' head from the helmet the whole ride. The hair fell free and Douglas couldn't help but think how sexy the other man looked like this. Using both hands, he pushed the hair back behind the ears and for a moment when Anders looked up at him, Douglas thought about kissing him. He released him quickly, quirking a quick, lopsided grin and slipped the helmet on.
                He threw his on and climbed on the sports motorcycle, glad he was just wearing a t-shirt and Anders a jacket, because Douglas was burning up even though there was a slight chill to the air. When Anders climbed on behind him and wrapped his arms around, Hawke's breath caught; part of him wanted to sit there and never move, while the rational side of him was screaming just get this over with. He started the engine and eased out into the street, sure the bouncers at the door were wondering about the cautiousness of which he was suddenly operating the motorcycle.
                Douglas desperately tried not to focus on the man pressing against his back or the hands splayed across his stomach as they headed across town. It was a slow torture that was over all too quickly when they pulled up in front of small house in need of some repairs but stood out from the rest by being extremely clean. They took the helmets off, placing them on the motorcycle before Douglas walked Anders to the door trying hard not to think about what happens at night in a neighborhood such as this.
                To forget about the topic, Douglas asked, "So, can I take a guess at you accent?"
                Anders looked up quickly, "Accent?"
                Douglas nodded with a large smirk. "You have an accent; didn't you notice?"
                Anders smiled back, pausing at the door. "I did, most people don't, however, and definitely not right off."
                Douglas nodded again. "I also noticed it tends to show itself more when you get a little… peeved."
                Anders chuckled at that. "Alright, well, go ahead."
                Douglas studied the blonde closely for several long seconds, and Anders grew only more amused by what seemed like puzzlement. Finally Hawke said, "Tennessee, the northeastern mountains to be more specific."
                Anders draw dropped at the statement, which what it what it clearly was, not a hint of question or uncertainty. "How did you…? That's amazing. I haven't lived there in 15 years and like I said most people don't even notice it."
                Douglas shrugged indifferently with a small smile, "Just a talent."
                Anders raised an eyebrow at that, looking like he may question further but he shook his head and dropped it. The blonde unlocked the door before turning back around and saying, "I had a really good time tonight. Thank you."
                "I'm glad you did. Maybe now you will come back sometime."
                "I'd like that."
                Douglas fished around in his pocket for his wallet and pulled a business card from the soft leather billfold. "Well if you need anything from me, just let me know." He went to hand over the card but thought better of it. "Actually, do you have a pen?"
                Anders nodded and ducked inside, coming back quickly with one. Douglas looked away from the open door, trying not to notice the sparse furnishings, and accepted the pen the blonde brought back with a smile and wrote his cellphone number on the back. "That's my cell. There are actually times I am not at the club, rare though. Feel free to call anytime."
                "Alright, thanks." Anders placed the card back inside along with the pen and slipped out of Hawke's coat, handing it back over.
                Douglas put the coat on; it was warm and smelled faintly of the other man's cologne. He nodded his head, swallowing nervously, "Alright, well, goodnight."
                "Goodnight." Douglas turned to go, but Anders stopped him by asking softly, "One more birthday request?"
                Douglas looked at him, saying apprehensively, "Okay."
                "A goodnight kiss?"
                Hawke's heart skipped a beat and then started racing. His head was saying 'bad idea, bad idea, BAD IDEA!' while the rest of him yelled out 'YES!' Douglas smiled faintly and took a step closer.
                Anders suddenly looked embarrassed and looked down, chuckling, "You don't have to."
                Douglas tilted his chin back up with a thumb, looking into the searching amber eyes with a smile before lowering his mouth to velvety soft lips. Douglas gave a gentle, slow, perfectly chaste, first kiss before breaking contact and smiling at Anders again.
                Anders smiled back, "I think that may have been the quickest return I have ever gotten on a birthday wish…" He thought about that a second, "Well, except for the one time I wished I was eating the cake," and he laughed.
                Douglas chuckled also while pushing Anders' hair back, his palm brushing across the stubbled jaw. His fingers twisted lightly in the loose blond hair, his other arm snaking around Anders' waist and crushed the unsuspecting man to him, devouring his sweet lips, nipping them a couple times lightly and tracing them with his tongue. Hawke's head was screaming 'Worse Idea, WORSE IDEA!' but all thought ceased when arms wrapped around his neck and lips parted with a heavenly sigh. Douglas' tongue pressed forward, caressing the other man's, drinking in the sweetness of the blonde in his arms and the feel of him pressed against his body. Hawke moaned slightly when fingers ran across his scalp and another hand ran across the muscles of his back. He tilted their heads further, delving deeper into the accepting mouth, agreeing with his head this was a very bad idea, because now that he had tasted this man he doubted he would want to stop. They kissed until they were both heavily panting in each other's arms and once Anders could talk again, he chuckled, "Was that my present?"
                Douglas shook his head no, "I had suddenly realized what I wanted my next birthday wish to be."
                "Oh, is it soon too?"
                Douglas laughed. "Two months ago."
                Anders chuckled back. "Well isn't this cheating, then?"
                "Absolutely." He grinned wickedly, before giving Anders another peck on the lips. "Happy Birthday." Douglas reluctantly let the man go, took a step back and tried not to sound sad when he said, "Well, goodnight."
                It must have worked, because Anders didn't seem to notice, saying cheerily, "Goodnight."
                Douglas walked to his motorcycle, zipping up his coat and pulling on his gloves. He secured the extra helmet before pulling his on and throwing his leg over. Anders waved at him from the doorway and Douglas revved his engine at him, watching it close before peeling away and speeding back in the direction of the club.
                Upon arriving, he left it out front and headed back in, extra helmet in tow. The balcony was mostly cleared out, Varric and Bianca must have gone home. Hawke went back to his office, placing the helmet on his desk. He knocked on the closet door, "Ready to go yet?"
                "One minute," Isabela called back.
                He walked back to his desk, pressing the speaker button on the phone and calling Fenris. He looked down at his watch; the bodyguard should be back at the estate soon.
                "Back already?" Fenris asked.
                "Yup, I'm back. Did he give you anymore problems?"
                "No."
                "Well, shit, I was hoping you would get to toss him out on his ass."
                "Who said I didn't?"
                Douglas laughed, "Alright, I'll be back later."
                "Later."
                Douglas hung up and he riffled though some stuff on his desk, turning when he saw the closet door open. A disheveled looking man walked out, which was completely not what Douglas was expecting and the other man hurriedly exited. "Really, Isabela?" rifling
                "You had my extra helmet, what was I suppose to do?" She emerged in her own leather motorcycle attire, hers blue and white.
                "Really?"
                "What?"
                "In my closet?"
                "Well, I thought about your desk too, so ya, small favors."
                He shook his head, looking over a letter he had picked up and sighed, "What am I going to do with you?"
                "Aw, you love me, don't pretend you don't." Then she shrugged indifferently, "And I got what I needed."
                Douglas nodded in answer, placing the letter in the center drawer of his desk.
                Isabela asked, "So, how did it go?" He riffled through some more papers, not looking at her. Her eyes opened wide at his non-answer. "Shit, Hawke, wasn't this just a get back at Howe gag?"
                "Yes."
                "Then what the hell happened?"
                "They aren't together."
                "They are together enough! Damn it, I knew earlier you liked him. Howe will tell him."
                "I know."
                "Of all the blasted people… I mean, really?"
                "What?"
                "Half the bloody town throws themselves at you and you want the one person you can't have!"
                "Figures, doesn't it?"
                She sighed, "What am I going to do with you?"
                He smiled at her, "You love me, don't pretend you don't."
                Her expression softened slightly, and she shook her head, stifling a chuckle. "Whatever, let's go."
                The two left the club and set off for a nighttime race through the city and surrounding area with no fear of any cops to give them problems; Isabela for the pure enjoyment of the powerful motor under her and Hawke to release his ever piling frustrations.
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