Ah, a quick learner, one of her favorite types of lovers. Hawke went all in when she kisses someone, as if there was nothing else in the room or the village or the rooms. Sex had always been the best distraction she could find, a wonderful way to not think about anything else but what the body begged for. The idea of being his first was so appealing. She was teaching him with every kiss, and he was reacting too feelings he'd never had before. She knew the best way to get past his nerves was to show him how to let his body take over.

She barely had time to breathe before he was drawing her in again and gods if that wasn't fucking fantastic. Hawke moaned into the kiss and if he wanted to make them breathless and gasping, who was she to disagree? He was a sweet thing, honestly. She slowed down her own ardor, because man was he built and no doubt big, but this was his first time. She had to remember that. He deserved as many kisses as he wanted. He deserved slow care and kindness. She doesn't regret jumping on him like that though. He was bloody tall, and she wasn't even short for a woman.

Hawke pulled out of the kiss because frankly she needed to breathe, and so she could look at him. His handsome face, his dark eyes, and her smile then was softer than usual. "Hey," she murmured to him, making that connection again. They weren't just some bodies, they were Hawke and Ratonhnhaké:ton, and she was glad she won him over. She kept an arm hooked around his neck and started kissing everywhere but his mouth. His cheeks, his forehead, ducking her head down to press warm lips against his neck, from one side to the other and back up again. None of it was hurried now, it was simply her enjoying the chance to taste him.