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[justice_is_blond]

The Dalish had lost everything, between the Imperium and the Chantry. They're a reminder of how quickly everything can be stripped away, no matter how firm the promises had been made, or how strong the magic was. But even so, Anders has to try.

"I'll do all that I can to make sure it doesn't," he says before taking one more bite and starting to relax. He's stuffed. That doesn't happen often. He's also taking the day off, he's decided, which is happening more often than it should. This will make two days this month. At least he doesn't have to deal with the outrage from Justice for this. "But that can wait until tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow, and so on."

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One more kiss against his hair, and Nathaniel settles back with Anders. He can work a little from home, since it's been two days he's spent without Anders.

"Go to sleep. Rest, and," his voice goes low, "I'll wake you up the way you like to be awoken."

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"You certainly know how to make promises." Nate gets a blindingly warm smile before Anders is curling up close and getting comfortable and warm. Despite where they are, getting warm is easier now that they're out of the mountains. And due to who he's with, sleeping is easier too.

He gives Nate's shoulder a kiss before he's drifting off, secure in the knowledge of safety here.

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Nathaniel gives Anders a good long time to sleep. Anders has spent an impossibly long time bringing a new life into the world. He needs sleep.

A few hours later, Anders's breathing indicates he is on the gradual climb up from a deep sleep. Nathaniel's fingers swirl in a tin of salve before two of them slip between Anders' cheeks and circle his entrance. It never takes long to prepare him anymore, of course, and Nathaniel would like to wake him with intensity. And seeing those gold lashes against lightly freckled cheeks, feeling the clasping tightness and heat around his fingers, the preparation is more for his own sake than for Anders'. A self-tease, while Anders is still asleep.

With gentle manipulation, he moves Anders to his back and spreads his legs. Then he is pushing inside him and wrapping a hand around his cock, treating Anders as if he is conscious, so that he will wake to the maximum pleasure he can muster for him.

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His dreams are happy and light, even if he can't say exactly what they were about as he stirs. It's lost in the warm haze seeping in to his sleep, heating his blood and making his heart pound.

For a brief second he's disoriented as he wakes, and then he knows exactly whose cock is buried deep inside him and whose hand caresses him so intensely. Anders gasps as his hips move involuntarily, hands clenching in the bedsheets as pleasure sweeps him into an awakened state.

There are no words he can manage just yet, grogginess and sudden arousal stilling his tongue. But he can moan and so he does, a pleading noise for more as he shivers around his husband's cock.