Merrill and Hawke Shorts

Chapter One

Home

Summary: The pure joy of returning home to a lover's embrace

After a long day of working, Hawke nearly let out a sigh of relief upon entering his apartment as he locked the door behind him. He knew taking the late night shifts was a bad call but the extra pay would not only cover the rent for the next two months but it also allowed some spending money for himself and his girlfriend for the weekend.

He threw off his black jacket and tossed it on the coat rack after taking off his boots. Merrill was very strict about footwear in the house after the last time he walked in the house after a rainy day. Not that he blamed her though, after all he spent hours cleaning the floors only to have somebody to muck it up for him then he'd be pretty upset too.

Speaking of his girlfriend, he noticed the place was worryingly dark today, the only light was from the street lights outside that shined through the open metal blinds in the living room. 'Could've sworn I paid the electricity bill this week', he said to himself. He flicked on a switch and suddenly the room was basked in light, which confirmed he did pay and Bartrand didn't try to rip him off like last time.

He noticed the kitchen was untouched strangely, not a single bowl nor bucket of ice cream to be seen. He chuckled softly as he headed for the back room which was their bedroom slash second living room. Hawke noticed the faint smells of vanilla scattered around the house, her favourite fragrance that she used when tidying up. A strange deal between them, one he doesn't even remember discussing with her.

Since they moved in here from Ferelden, looking for a stable job was near impossible at first until Varric, an old friend of his father, managed to put in a good word for him at the docks. Granted it wasn't a glamorous job, being stuck behind an office for eight hours, going on ten for the late shift, signing off documents and whatever but it paid enough to keep them afloat. For Merrill's part, there was no job.

Varric tried to get her a waitress position or even a receptionist position here and there but none were available for her, not to mention her scattered mind whenever she day dreams. So needless to say the girl was unemployed and it was through Hawke they managed to keep themselves above the waters of poverty, so she made it her task to make sure the house was absolutely spotless.

Entering their bedroom, he was once more impressed by how clean the place is.

One of the downsides of the job was the early hours and the occasional sleeping in mishaps forced him to shower quickly and leave a mess behind in a rush to make he didn't lose his job. Yet the whole room was almost like a freshly prepared hotel room, the sheets changed the smells were pleasant and the radio was emitting gentle soothing ocean sounds. He smiled in response to this soothing room as he searched for his lover, who remained hidden.

For about ten more minutes…

Suddenly he was tackled to the bed with a surprised yell from him. He landed on his stomach before rolling onto his back and then he smirked in response to Merrill, now sitting on his stomach with a toothy smile. 'Oh there you are', he said with a chuckle, laying his head down on the bed. 'Welcome home, Isaac', she greeted with coo. She then pecked him on the cheek and nuzzled into his neck, smiling and inhaling his cologne.

'Should I get used to being greeted like this if I work late?', he asked. 'Maybe…', she lightly teased, drawing a circle around his chest lazily. 'Or maybe if you came home earlier~'. He laughed in response, gently wrapping his strong arms around her smaller frame. Before they could play however, a loud growl echoed in their stomachs, making them both laugh harder.

'Dinner sounds good first', he said as the small woman got off him. 'I've already placed the order for delivery', she said as the two were about exit the room. 'What did you order?', he asked. 'Leliana's Diners', she said.

Before she could exit the room however, it was her turn to bed tossed.

She squealed when Hawke wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into the room, kicking the door closed. 'I love you!', he said as he started to kiss her neck. 'Isaac, t-t-that tickles!', she giggled.

*Outside*

'Delivery service?', Cole said. He blinked when no one responded, then checked if he had the address right and pulled out a piece of paper with said address. '…Must be busy'.

A/N

Short, I know but not the end! So I'll be starting a mini-series of these two but I promise to expand on them as time goes on! Thanks for reading and I'll see you nice people soon!