[Anders takes a small step closer, which is all they need before there's no more space between them. He cups the back of Hawke's head with one hand, letting his other slide around Hawke's back, holding on tight. There's no going back for him, now; there's no way for him to resist this at all.
The rain is still running down their faces, making the kiss more than a little wet, but he cocks his head slightly and suddenly it's a lot less awkward. A small sound escapes from the back of his throat, and he presses himself even tighter. There's no misjudgments here, because he wants this more than he can say.]
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The rain is still running down their faces, making the kiss more than a little wet, but he cocks his head slightly and suddenly it's a lot less awkward. A small sound escapes from the back of his throat, and he presses himself even tighter. There's no misjudgments here, because he wants this more than he can say.]