fadewalk | RP: Anders (serhealsalot

Logan let himself be pulled into the room after a cursory glance seemed to confirm it was unoccupied. It seemed, to his eye, to be decorated in a Marcher style, not overly lavish but not really plain either. The bed, a sturdy looking construction of dark wood hung with crimson and gold trappings, was at least a queen if not a king, and jutted out kitty-corner into the center of the room. A window looked out over the Skyhold grounds, and there was a small seating area with a low couch and a chair just in and to the right of the door. A pair of wardrobes took up one wall. Everything was a little too done up in shades of red for Logan's tastes, but it wasn't horrendous.

"This is nice," he told Anders, eying the map of the Free Marches which hung over the couch. There was a vaguely citrus-y scent hiding under an unused, dusty smell.

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Anders wrapped his arms over Logan's shoulders and around his neck, hugging him almost strangling tight for a moment. "Okay. Impulse to die if I didn't hug you under control. Now." He loosedned his grip and slid his hands down Logan's chest to his waist and started peeling up his shirt. "You too, sweetheart."

It didn't seem sustainable, how intense everything was right now, but he couldn't imagine how it would ever feel less. Maybe different, sure, as they learned each others' quirks and stopped being constantly surprised the other was really there...

But right now, it was almost dizzying.

Logan let out a choked off noise as Anders throws his arms around him, but objecting was the farthest thing from his mind. He laughed lightly when Anders let him go and couldn't seem to stop smiling at him. "Oh, good, I'm not the only one with those kinds of impulses," he only half joked.

He lifted his arms so Anders could guide his t-shirt off over his head, and then stepped on the heel of one of his socks so he could work those off in the meantime. It was already kind of a relief to be out of the dirty, somewhat sweaty shirt he'd been wearing for what, like two days? And even more amazing to feel Anders fingers on his skin. He could not remember the last time being clean sounded so wonderful; maybe just being near Anders made everything that much heightened and if so, Logan wasn't quite sure how he'd lived without him up till this point.

When the shirt was off, Anders tossed it back into the pile of discarded clothes and dipped his head to kiss the top of Logan's shoulder, his collarbone, down into the divot at the bottom of his throat as his hands worked on unfastening the jeans pushing them down. He may have let his hands wander to Logan's ass as he drew his briefs down as well, palms smoothing and skating over warm skin, leaning and mapping the different ways Logan responded to these kinds of touches.

And he was responsive. Hungry. It made Anders feel powerful to be able to draw out little shivers and twitches with the lightest brushes of his fingers, the small sounds Logan made without realizing. He was on one knee, working the rest of Logan's clothes off one foot at a time, while his other hand traced his blunt nails lightly along the back of his knee, just light enough to tickle a little.

Logan was a loose-limbed mess of warmth and quiet sighs under Anders' hands, his cock half-hard against his thigh. He was relaxed enough not to be paying very much attention to where Anders' hand was going until he touched his nails lightly to the back of Logan's knee and then Logan shied away and kicked out simultaneously, a laugh bordering on a shriek spilling out of him. He ended up kicking Anders in the ribs, not terribly hard, and covering his mouth with one hand to squelch further laughter.

"Oh god," he wheezed, bending in half to touch a hand to Anders' hair. "Sorry, I'm sorry love, are you okay? Don't - not the backs of the knees." He shook his head, swallowing another laugh.

Well, he hadn't been expecting that. The air whooshed out of Anders in surprise, not from the kick itself, more of a smack than any deep impact. He rubbed his side, expression struggling to settle between laughter and reproachful. "Ow," he complained, mouth still quirking. "I'm never touching you anywhere underneath your bellybutton ever again, just to be safe."

Then he stuck his tongue out and stood up. "I guess you're a little ticklish, then? Anywhere else specific I should avoid lavishing my adoring attention?" He wrinkled his nose, hand catching Logan's and dragging him toward the bathing pool.

"Ever?" Logan sounded especially pitiful at the prospect, even if Anders was joking. He fixed sad blue eyes on Anders' face and stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.

He let himself he dragged towards the pool, and said, "No, really, just the one spot. I'm not actually that ticklish, it's just my knees. I promise? Carver is a merciless tickler. I really don't have any other weak spots, I swear." He gave Anders a beseeching sort of look.

Even in jest Logan's puppy eyes were heart-breaking. Anders wrapped his arms around him before stepping down into the water, bringing them flush from chest to knees. "Hmm. Well, I could just use parts other than my hands." He squeezed Logan and arched in a slow roll, accentuating how much bare skin they had pressed together now. "Or, I could just take my time to make sure there aren't any finishing-move-rib-kicking death spots." He let one of his hands trail down Logan's back to pause at his waist, eyebrows arching and smile turning teasing.

Logan gasped when Anders pulled them flush together. "Mm. I mean. Whichever you prefer, love." He wrapped his arms around Anders' back, increasing the contact between them, and then kissed him sweetly. He tilted his head when he pulled back. "There really aren't any other spots, though."

He brought one hand around to splay gently against Anders' side where he had kicked him. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be a healer now, darlin'?"

Anders chased the kiss for a second peck when Logan pulled back, then shook his head, lips pursing with mock-affront. "Now you sound like Fenris. 'Aren't you supposed to be a healer?'" He huffed and drew away. The place Logan's foot had contacted him wasn't likely to bruise even, though it looked just a little red from the smack.

He tugged Logan toward the steps down into the pool. "I guess maybe I could use my healing powers and my incredible knowledge of anatomy to find more ticklish spots, but that seems counterproductive. I don't really want you to kick me." He tossed Logan a tart look, though his eyes twinkled, and then he sucked in a breath at the heat of the water as he stepped down onto the first step.

Logan bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing at the comparison and Anders' mock-indignance. "Sorry, love," he apologized, not able to keep his amusement from his voice. "I will try not to kick you again," he added, and there was actual contrition in his tone then.

Both brows lifted when Anders inhaled sharply at the water. "It can't be that ba-- oh." He followed Anders down to the first step and stopped talking very suddenly, then let out a breathy laugh and leaned into Anders. "Oh."

"Well, just have all my meals delivered here, because I'm never leaving." Anders grinned as he stepped down further into the water, dragging Logan with him, eyes going half lidded with pleasure.

Standing on the bottom of the pool it came up to just to the line of his hipbones and he eagerly sank down to his knees, submersed up to his chin. He sighed a deep, pleasurable sound, as he relaxed all those stupid, stubborn muscles that had been in knots since he'd woken up in the garden. He pulled on Logan's hand, inching toward him on his knees.

"So, I want to kiss you now, but I'm not standing up, so either sit or I'm going to find someplace I can reach." He Logan's crotch a flick of a glance and then turned his smiling eyes up to meet his gaze.

Logan smirked at him, one brow raising just a touch. "Subtle. Very subtle." Instead of sinking down next to Anders, however, he looked around them. "I'm betting there's..." He took a few steps towards the side of the pool, water sluicing about his waist. "Ah." There was a bench carved into the stone of the pool's side and Logan sank down with a sigh, the water falling about mid-chest.

He held out a hand towards Anders. "C'mere." It came out more of an invitation than a demand, his blue eyes soft and hopeful on Anders' face. "We'll be more comfortable over here, I think."

"Subtle. What did subtle get us? Months and months of pining and not enough sleep because neither of us wanted to log off voice chat first." Anders shook his head, and then grinned at Logan's invitation. He pawed along the bottom to where Logan had found a seat and slid up into his lap, lanky legs straddling him and pressed close to his hips on either side.

He looped his arms around Logan's neck and leaned close for the promised kissing, a trail of tiny busses along Logan's brow and then his nose, to his cheekbones and down his jawline to his chin. He stopped with the light pecks, leaning just far enough back to meet Logan's gaze. "You're right. Much more comfortable."

Logan hummed, one side of his mouth tugging downwards. "Good point." He sighed faintly, looking actually a little distressed by the reminder, but only for a moment, and then he had a lapful of Anders and he forgot any kind of melancholy over lost opportunities in favor of folding his arms around his boyfriend. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back under Anders' gentle kisses, only opening them again when Anders leaned back.

He cupped the back of Anders' head and smiled, leaning forward to press their lips together in a gentle, unhurried kiss.

Anders stroked his lips against Logan's slowly, making a soft noise of pleasure as he tipped his head to slot his mouth and kiss deeper. He worked his fingers at the base of Logan's neck, rubbing gently. When he pulled back from the kiss he murmured, "I mean, if you want subtle, I can do subtle." He trailed his fingertips down the line of Logan's spine, up behind the shell of his ear.

Logan nuzzled his nose into Anders' cheek, felt the heat of the water, the lingering press of Anders' fingers, Anders' weight above and around him, all of it seeping into his bones, making him relax against the stone with a sigh of contentment.

"You..." he rubbed his fingers through the short hair on the nape of Anders' neck. "Are in my lap, in my arms." He kissed his cheek. "I don't think you understand how amazing that is? I don't need much else, love. What do you want?"

The gentle caresses, tender nuzzling, without heat or urgency made Anders melt a little further into Logan's chest, resting his head on his shoulder, face turned in toward his neck. "Having never been the kid that ever got everything on his Christmas list, I'm kind of unfamiliar with this sensation." He kissed Logan's neck, warm, open-mouthed, once, and again, and then settled again. "I don't know what else I'm even allowed to want. It seems... greedy?"

Logan makes an indignant noise in his throat and moves to brush his lips over Anders' brow, a little overwhelmed by the intense urge to shower Anders with affection and literally everything he could ever possibly want at the concession. "So be greedy," he murmured. "I don't mind."

Anders laughed softly and nuzzled closer to Logan, a hand sliding down his chest into the hot water, splaying against his ribs, sliding around to his back. "I want to eat waffles with you at this ridiculous stand in Lowtown. I want to kiss you goodnight a ten thousand times. I want to wake up next to you and not half-naked in the garden, running from shadows. I want to make love with you and get to know you forwards and backwards and inside out." He lifted his head to kiss Logan, fierce and brief. "I want to teach you how to say my real name. It's complicated. It could take years of your life."

Logan got this incredibly shy sort of delighted smile on his face as Anders spoke, his hand dropping to just grip gently at Anders' shoulder. And then he was very nearly crying, blue eyes bright with unshed tears as Anders went on, fingers tightening on his slim shoulder. He kissed him back, eager, earnest.

There was a quiet splash as he pulled his other hand out of the water and away from Anders' back to rub the back of it futilely under his nose. He laughed quietly. "Those are years I want to give you, love." His voice was raw, eyes still wet.

"Logan?" Anders looked worried at the tears he'd caused, his hands rising to cup Logan's face gently. He was flushed from the heat of the water and it hid the embarrassed blush that rose. "Too much?" he asked with a little quirk to his lips. "You probably wanted dirty talk, didn't you?" His eyes were shimmering with tears now too even as he tried to tease lightly. He hadn't expected to affect Logan so deeply, at least not in a good way.

Anders knew his intensity could make people run, and he should've temporized. Maybe said one of those things? And, Jesus, not the name thing. That was heavy shit.

He leaned in to kiss Logan, to mask his uncertainty with lingering mouth and stroking tongue.

"No, I-" Logan shook his head slightly and pressed the heel of his hand to his eye. He blew out a breath from between closed lips and then Anders was kissing him. Logan kissed back for a moment, and then when Anders' tongue stroked against his lips, Logan pulled back instead of opening to him, his hand a gentle grip in Anders' hair.

"It's not too much, love," he said, his hand drifting around to cup Anders' jaw when he could look him in the eye. "If - if anything, it's just enough. I - I want all of that. And more. I want - god. I want to hold you when your having nightmares and poke fun at your ridiculously adorable bedhead in the mornings. I want you to meet my dog. I want to hold your hand in front of people and not be afraid of it anymore. I want - I just, I want so much, Anders. So much."

Anders let Logan pull away and guide his face so that their eyes met. He smiled, foolish and soft, as Logan spoke and he huffed a shaky, tearful laugh. "We are impossible mushy. Saps of the worst order. Isabela would be so ashamed of us naked in a bath, me in your lap, and we're crying about holding hands in public." He tipped his head to press his jaw more firmly into Logan's hand.

"And your dog is some kind of giant behemoth, right? What if he hates me?" Anders looked genuinely concerned about that. If Logan's family were assholes about it, he'd fight them, but if his dog rejected him? How could he ask Logan to choose him over his dog?

Logan chuckled. "I think Isabela would probably poke fun no matter what kind of relationship we found ourselves in, love." He rubbed his fingers gently over Anders' jaw and cheek.

"Maelstrom?" He looked amused, head tilting, brows furrowing. "It's...not like he's a Saint Bernard, or anything. He's big for a mutt, I'll give you that. But hate you? Nah. I'm pretty sure the only person he's ever disliked was my ex, which, in retrospect...yeah." He cleared his throat. "Um, no he's basically a giant preternaturally intelligent teddy bear. You don't have anything to worry about, there."

Anders tipped his face into the caress along his jaw, sighing happily at Logan's attention - and also his seeming unconcern about Isabela's teasing.

He straightened a little when Logan stumbled over mention of his ex, and watched him for a moment. He still hadn't heard this story, though it was plainly important. He was waiting for Logan to want to tell it. When he moved back to the topic of his dog, Anders leaned in and kissed him sweetly, if briefly. "I think I'm going to worry less, generally, with you around, Logan."