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Anders swallowed. Hard. Hawke was going to kill him. Shit, Varric would probably kill him. He deserved it, too, but he couldn't. stop. staring. He'd figured it'd be a nice treat, some frozen fruit, he knew from experience Fereldans had trouble adjusting to the more humid climate here in Kirkwall, right off the ocean, but...
Maker, I shouldn't have brought bananas.
It had started out perfectly innocently. He'd gotten a crate of mostly-unbruised fruit someone had 'rescued' off the docks and passed along to their favorite Healer, and decided to share. He was trying to be sociable, trying to stop hiding in his own head with his almost-best-friend-worst-enemy-alter-ego and actually, oh, talk to people. But then Bethany had been the only one home, and he'd almost turned around at the potential awkwardness, but really, they were alone at the clinic all the time so why was this different?
Besides, she'd smiled so prettily, and looked so delighted when he'd mentioned fruit and magical ice, and a cure for the heat, and had practically dragged him back outside to sit on the steps and try it out once his ice spell was finished.
And now he could see the muscles in Bethany's throat move as she licked along the length of the fruit. The hum of pleasure she made as she, Andraste's Flaming Sword, as she swirled her tongue around the tip.
He'd always known Bethany was a gorgeous girl, but she didn't deserve an old man pawing at her, and GIRL. Yes. GIRL. Hawke's Younger Sister. Hawke's gorgeous, delectable, kind, younger sister, who helped out at the clinic and was a wonderfully powerful healer, her magic a singing hum against his skin when they worked together and...
Anders swallowed again, even harder than last time, finally managing to drop his gaze to the ground when she started nibbling gently on white flesh, shoving the shimmering blue disapproval he could feel in the back of his head as far down deep into his soul as he could. I am not taking advantage of a young girl. No. Not. Stop that.
And then his gaze flickered up and he knew he was doomed, because now she was sucking. The entire top half in her mouth, her eyes closed contentedly, her cheeks hollowed at the pressure, her lips, those gorgeous lips, wrapped all the way around...
"Excuse me," he barked out, his voice clawing its way unhappily out of his throat as he shoved himself to his feet, "just remembered."
He fled, pausing only briefly in his cowardly retreat at the sound of Bethany's "are you alright?" chasing him down the stairs and down the alley as he retreated back to Darktown.