His manhood poked firmly against his trousers, Hawke pulling them down in haste while still kissing her, his hot mouth and scratchy whiskers against her breasts.
“Not naive at all - I’ve wanted to try that position too - and the - war table when we - get back….”
She half grinned at his enthusiastic vote of confidence , stroking over his pants more before taking off her own, carefully throwing them to join her sword. “Why do I bother with a belt on- hm? The story? Well, two knights were fighting in a long ago war and the 
He chuckled as he nuzzled her nipples, kissing her breasts. “We can’t have that, now can we. You need to be able to walk to the next spot so we can do this all over again…”
He smirked wide, giving her another deep kiss. “Wait until our wedding night…” he promised —
— together. I’m relieved you just wanted me in your bed…and your heart, not in some sort of prison or holding cell…”
He chuckled, making light of how differently their relationship could have turned out.
“I’m glad to have made a good impression on you, and that —
“Does this - feel like - a dream?” he asked with huffed breathes, his arms and chest wet from sweat and the spray from the waterfall.
“Is this everything you wanted?”
He often liked to check in with her to ensure her fantasies of love and sex were being fulfilled. ⚜️
“Would you have given me conjugal visits?” He chuckled again then grunted with another thrust to emphasize their potential sexual fantasy.
“Slipped me a key while I slipped you something else?” He hit her center core again with another groan, timely with his suggestion.
Hawke groaned with pleasure as he released inside her, the feeling of her nails on his back a pleasureful pain. His legs quivered as he finished within, panting then relaxing on top of her, the muscles relaxing in his broad shoulders as he loosened his arms around her.
Equally he felt her tightened thighs around him loosen as well.
“I love you too…that was…”
He couldn’t finish his thought, their sex increasingly better than the last. He leaned up to kiss her deeply in between breaths before resting his head against her breasts. ⚜️
“I bet I could’ve talked my way out of the hold, promised you the world, books and autographs, my love and devotion, the wedding of your dreams, living together someplace far away from here…”
More deep kisses, giving her tongue more attention, his hands gently —
— friction of his length inside. His sweaty defined pectoral muscles brushed back and forth against her breasts as they continued rocking together. His kissed deepened with passion as their love rhythm continued.
“My sweet Cassandra. Thank the Maker for bringing us —
“Why think you do not deserve it, darling? You’re such a kind, thoughtful, loving person who’s just often misunderstood.”
Hawke appreciated her readjustment, grunting as he worked his way deeper inside during his thrusting. He nuzzled her cheek, kissing her deeply —
— again, tasting her tongue.
“Hmmmm. I suppose it is like that. You emulate so much love as such a spirit, sweetheart.”
He held onto her hips as they continued their familiar, intimate dance, improving upon it each subsequent time they make love. ⚜️
“Perhaps it’s become some sort of addiction? No harm done and we feel quite wonderful during and afterwards…”
He braced his arms against the soft grassy ground beneath her, his biceps flexing with each push and grind in unison with their rhythm.