Author's notes: This work is done for MockingJaye's 25 day lemon challenge. Each chapter will highlight a specific kink (and some chapters will host several in one). Every chapter will contain adult scenarios, so if that's not your thing, turn back now.

Chapter one's kink: First time.

Adalia lay breathless under the weight of her Commander, as the two of them kissed passionately a top of his desk. Her lips were puffy and swollen, and her cheeks raw from the stubble on Cullen's face. A heat blossomed deep inside of her, one that had been slowly but surely growing ever since that first kiss they shared a month ago. Never had she wanted anyone as desperately as she wanted him now.

Once, she thought he would have rejected her - she a mage, and he an ex templar. But Cullen, Maker bless him, had been nothing but understanding and respectful towards her. He shared his past with her, told her how he once viewed mages. He'd been ashamed, his face down turned as he refused to look her in the eyes as he retold every horrid detail, many in which his actions lead to a mage being killed, or worse, forced into the rite of tranquility. It was rather hard for her to hear that the man she had grown to care deeply for once did so much harm to her kind. But even so, she could see the pain in his face, hear the immense regret laced throughout his trembling voice. Adalia smiled then, placing a hand gently on his cheek until his eyes met her own. "Your past doesn't matter to me, Cullen," she'd said to assure him that her opinion of him hadn't withered. The smile that grew upon his face made her feel as light as air. All he ever had to do was smile, and she became utterly hopeless.

Even though it had been just a few weeks since their talk, it felt as if an entire lifetime had passed. She waited patiently for the night when he would be ready to progress their budding relationship. Being a circle mage the majority of her adult life had Adalia inexperienced in pursuing matters of the heart. It wasn't that she was clueless when it came to men; she had more than her fair share of trysts in the circle. But intimacy … romance, that was an entirely different subject altogether.

Her hands began to grasp at his armour, feeling his lips caress and suckle at her neck. The clasps were entirely unfamiliar, and she struggled to pry them open. Adalia groaned in frustration.

"Need a hand?" he chuckled warmly against her neck.

"Why do you wear such a frustrating thing?" she huffed.

"Well, for one it does offer protection against enemies that wish harm on the Inquisition's Commander."

"Point taken." Adalia smiled, her fingers lacing through his blonde curls.

"Perhaps we should move to my quarters, lest someone come in and disturb us."

"Your quarters?" she perked a brow, and Cullen nodded in the direction to the ladder in the corner. Her body quivered at the thought of Cullen taking her to bed, the very bed he lay in each and every night. "As you wish, Commander," was all she managed to utter, her breath coming out in a whisper.

Cullen took her hand in his, and lead her away from the desk. "After you," his voice came out deep, the suggestive tone enough to make her blush. Adalia climbed up the rickety ladder as fast as her legs would take her. When she got to the top, her eyes took in the sight before her, particularly the roof which desperately needed repairs.

"You know, Cullen, there are other rooms available. Ones that, I don't know … have roofs that don't leak when it rains."

"It's convenient for me. I often work until I am too tired to move."

"All work and no play. Whatever am I going to do with you?" Adalia wrapped her arms around her neck. "At least allow me to have someone fix it tomorrow."

"Inquisitor, your men have much more important things to tend to than a roof."

"Then stay in my quarters, with me."

"Y… your quarters?" his breath caught in his throat.

"Yes. After tonight, I mean. I need you far too badly to make the trek over there now," she leaned in, taking the lobe of his ear into her mouth and sucking. His voice sounded nervous, prompting Adalia to wonder if he hadn't wished to spend an entire night together. Perhaps she were moving too fast for him. All she knew was the seduction game, and nothing of real intimacy. Not wanting to ruin the moment, Adalia pushed her insecurity aside, as she nibbled upon his lobe, wanting nothing more than to see the hardened Commander lose all sense of control.

"Oh sweet Maker, Addie," he groaned in response.

"Take me to bed, Cullen."

In an instant, the Commander's strong arms were around her, hoisting her up. Adalia wrapped her slender legs around the small of his back, laughing as he lay her on his bed. Cullen stood before her, unclasping his armour.

"Slowly now. So I can see how it's done for next time."

"Already planning a next time, are you?" Cullen's eyes set on hers, as he began to remove peice by peice.

"Oh yes. If I have anything to say about it."

The rest of his armour fell to the floor with a loud clank, leaving Cullen in a loose cream coloured shirt and trousers. Adalia's eyes roamed over his toned body, devouring the sight before her. Cullen's face pinked, and she reached out for him.

"Come here. I can't touch you when you're standing so far away."

The Commander let out a chuckle. "Very well, Inquisitor."

His hand found hers, as he climbed upon the bed. "It's Addie when we are alone together. I don't want to be the Inquisitor when I'm with you. I just want to be the woman you desire." Adalia's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Let's see just how much you desire me." Her hand ran up his leg until she found the hard bulge in his pants. Her fingers wrapped around his length, gripping him through the material. Cullen let out a needy moan, his eyes shutting at the contact.

"That's what I thought," she smirked with pride. At her words, it seemed something snapped inside of the Commander. With a deep growl, he toppled forward onto her, kissing her in a wild frenzy unlike anything she'd experienced before. In the circle, couplings were quick and hushed, no time for kissing or much foreplay. Just a ruck of the robes and undergarments pushed to the side, while they raced to reach climax before the Templars found them.

Cullen's hands were everywhere at once. Running up her thigh, over her breast, fumbling with the buttons on her tunic. Adalia bit his bottom lip, causing the Commander to groan. She chuckled, taking the moment to pull her own shirt over her head and toss it to the side. His soft eyes roamed across her curves, as if taking every line of her body to memory. His gaze stopped at a deep red scar by her ribs. Her hand quickly moved to cover it.

"There was a Templar who found a group of us not long after the circle fell. I … "

"You're beautiful." His voice came out soft, as he removed her hand from the scar. "Every inch of you is perfect." Cullen's head ducked forward, placing his lips tenderly above the marking, which once had been a near fatal blow. Adalia's breath hitched, at the feeling of his soft lips upon her skin. Fingers curled into his blonde curls, causing him to look up into her eyes.

"Cullen," she whispered. "I'm aching for you."

At the sound of her words, he climbed atop her once more, kissing her slowly, as if to cherish the moment. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him close to her, never wanting this feeling of intimacy to end. A strong hand grazed across her erect nipple, covered by a thin layer of material. Adalia groaned into the kiss, lifting her hips in response.

"This needs to go," Cullen remarked of her breast band. Strong calloused fingers, from years of wielding a sword plucked at the strings, until the garment came undone. He pulled it delicately away from her body, until her chest laid bare to him. Cullen smiled then, that same smile that made her stomach flutter and heart race. She stroked her thumb above his lip, where his own scar lay.

"Kiss me again," she sighed. "Kiss me, and don't you ever stop."

Their lips met yet again, as their hunger for one another burned bright. Adalia flicked her tongue against Cullen's, ever so lightly, until he returned the favor. Her hands sought out purchase in the collar of his shirt. There were too many layers between them, causing her to groan in frustration. Nails bit into his skin, as she aggressively pulled his shirt over his head. Hardened muscle from years of wielding a sword met her when she eyed him up and down. He was chiseled perfection in the flesh. Adalia let out a bated breath, and Cullen's cheeks pinkened further under her stare.

"I … is everything alright?" he asked.

"You, Maker damn you. You are everything a woman could possibly dream of. And you're here with me." Adalia's heart fluttered deep within her chest. Her hands moved on their own accord, stroking his abs, loving the contrast of their bodies. His entire body felt hard and defined, where she felt supple and curved. None of the mages she had bedded looked anything like him. They were soft, from a life kept indoors. She'd even been a tad on the pudgy side before the circle fell. She became much stronger in recent months. Running about all of Fereldan had caused to to develop strength she'd never thought she possessed. But even then, she paled in comparison to Cullen's definition.

"I am but a man. A man who wants you, Adalia."

A smile burst upon her face, unable to hide her content. For so long, she thought of nothing except for survival. There hadn't been time for simple pleasures. It became all about where the next meal would come and how to keep hidden from the rogue Templars that sought to end her kind. Surviving the conclave felt like a blessing in itself, but being a part of the Inquisition had given her refuge. Even so, her role as Herald and Inquisitor left little time for anything other than planning their next attack and executing such details. The last month however, whenever she had the time, her mind wandered to stolen kisses, hungered looks, and sinful desires in the dead of night. Cullen gave her reason to fight each time she stepped onto a battlefield. He became her motivation and guidance, all she needed in the world to find happiness.

Their lips connected, as each of them began to unlace their own trousers. Adalia chucked the remainder of her clothing blindly across the room, not bothering to notice that they landed where his ladder rest, falling to the floor below. When she pulled away from the kiss to gaze upon the man before her, he was stark naked, just as she lay bared to him. One of her hands grabbed onto his erection, palming him up and down. Cullen let out a pained moan, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"Maker," he trembled. "That feels entirely too good already." An airy laugh left her lips, only to die a second later when she felt his fingertips spreading her open. A ragged moan came forth, as Cullen gently massaged her aroused nub. Her desire for him left her soaked, slick coating his fingers, her feminine musk perfuming the air. A single digit eased into her, both of them moaning at the motion.

"Addie," Cullen gasped into her ear, pumping his finger in and out of her welcoming depths.

"No more teasing Cullen. Please, take me."

"It's … it's been a long time since I've lain with a woman. I fear I will not last long. Allow me to make you come first."

"No, no time for that," she keened, bucking her hips against him. "I need you to fill me now." Waiting for him to make love to her any longer felt far too great a burden. Adalia removed Cullen's finger, before taking his hard length into her hand. She guided him to her entrance, thrusting against him so that the tip of him slid in. A deep groan escaped Cullen's lips while Adalia whimpered beneath him. Slowly but surely, he slid all the way forward until she could take him no further.

The feeling of fullness startled her at first. Granted, it had been quite some time since the last time she slept with someone, but even with her full arousal, the delicious stretch of her body around his caused her eyes to shut tight.

"Adalia? Is everything … are you alright?"

She opened her eyes to see Cullen peering down, concern etched across his face. "Yes. I just need a moment to adjust."

"I should have prepared you more ... " he began to withdraw, but Adalia would have none of that. She tightened her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper into her.

"Don't you dare stop," she drawled out, her eyes intense on his.

"Is that an order?" Cullen chuckled.

"It is. Now, start moving before I set you on fire." The mage tugged her fingers through his blonde curls, bringing his lips down to hers. Soft lips upon her own, Adalia gently moaned into him. Cullen pulled out of her slightly, only to push back in. Any discomfort that might have been there a moment before vanquished, and in its wake, pleasure.

Adalia soon became pleased to discover that Cullen was not a quiet lover. Each time he surged through her, a loud moan of approval came forth. Being with him felt entirely different than the hushed broom closets she became accustomed to in the circle. She always had to bite down on her lip to still the sounds that would pour out of her own mouth. But now, she wasn't in the circle. She lay in Cullen's bed, both of them free to be however loud they wanted. She began to drop her guard, and allow herself to join in, crying out her own bliss. In hearing her pleasured moans, Cullen began to pick up the pace, rutting her with a renewed vigour.

Barely a few minutes in, Adalia could tell Cullen was struggling to last. His brow crinkled, desperate sounds coming from the mouth she adored so much. She wanted to feel him lose control, to fall apart around her, to feel his seed coat her. More than anything, Adalia wanted to join him in that moment. Her right hand snaked between their bodies, finding that spot that always gave her ecstasy. First, she drew small circles around her nub, teasing herself with her own touch. And then, with a small jolt of mana, she felt the ever familiar buzzing that she always used at night to find her end. A shock went through her system, causing her to clamp down on Cullen. In an instant, the Commander stopped in his tracks. She opened her eyes to see confusion written across his face.

"Did you… was that… magic you just used?"

Shit. She hadn't bothered to think twice. The use of magic during sex happened often between two consenting mages. But Cullen … he wasn't a mage. He was an ex Templar.

"Cullen … I'm so sorry," she stumbled to find the words. "I shouldn't have presumed that you'd be okay with my using magic …" Before she could finish her apology, Cullen interrupted her with a searing kiss.

"Do it again." He hissed against her mouth. "I could feel your magic convulse around me. Maker forgive me, but I've never felt anything like that before."

A sly smile played upon her lips, as Adalia pressed a finger to their joining once more, allowing a spark to emit through them. Cullen groaned, burying his face in her hair. His hips rose and fell again, the sounds of their bodies connecting echoing in the room. Wave after wave of electric shocks coursed through her, bringing her that much closer to her end. It felt as if she'd been waiting for Cullen for years, not just months. Her arousal began to peak, when her Commander let out a stiff moan, and began to spill inside of her. The feeling of his warmth trickling inside of her pushed her to that last strand she needed. Adalia gasped his name, feeling herself come undone around him. Her inner muscles rippled around him, as her nails raked over his back leaving angry welts in their wake. Beads of sweat ran down his temples, trickling onto her glistening breasts.

Together, they let out a sated sigh, Cullen rolling to his side to catch his breath. Slowly, he turned to her, pushing a damp strand of hair behind her ear.

"Is it always like that?" He chuckled.

"Better," she rolled to her side to face him, placing a chaste kiss upon his scar.

"Better you say? You very well may be the end of me, my dear lady."

"We can't have that, can we?" She leaned forward, to kiss his forehead. Adalia stood languidly, looking around the room for her clothing.

"Cullen … where did my trousers disappear to?" she asked, scanning the room.

"Leaving me so soon?" Cullen tugged on her arm, pulling her back down to the bed.

"You're not concerned with the others finding out about us?"

"Are you?" Looking at him, Cullen suddenly looked much younger, as if he were an insecure adolescent just coming into himself.

"Of course not," she smiled, cupping his cheek. "I didn't want to presume you wished me to stay the night." Even though she had previously offered for him to stay in her quarters with her, she hadn't thought he'd actually accept.

"Why wouldn't I? Tonight … this meant more to me than just a quick tumble. Addie, I'm not the kind of man who sleeps around. Maker, it's been years since I was last with a woman. I'm not sure if you feel the same, but I'd very much like you to stay."

Adalia couldn't help the blush that crept into her cheeks. "This is all very new to me. In the circle, mages didn't have relationships. It was forbidden. I've never … given my heart to another before. But being with you, loving you … Maker, how can I resist?"

A small lump formed in her throat, as she kissed him again. Never had she thought that falling in love with someone like Cullen would ever be possible. And not only that, he returned her love just as easily as she seemed to. Cullen's arms wrapped tightly around her, bringing her head to lay upon his chest. His heart pounded loudly within, and Adalia felt content to simply lay there, and count the beats that pattered against her ear.

She slowly began to drift off, when the opening of the door below startled her. Quickly she sprang forward, when Cullen pushed a finger to her lips.

"Commander?" a soldier's voice rang from below.

"I don't think he's here," another said. A few footsteps were heard shuffling about the room.

"Whose trousers do you reckon these belong to?"

Adalia's face burned with embarrassment, at the realisation that the trousers in question no doubt were hers.

"Those definitely belong to a woman."

"Well, well. Guess you won that bet, Karl. I could have sworn he enjoyed the company of men."

Adalia covered her mouth, trying in earnest not to laugh, while Cullen let out an annoyed huff. Not long after, the invading soldiers left, closing the door behind them. It was then that the Inquisitor lost her composure, a loud laugh erupting from her.

"Ha ha. Yes, very funny." Cullen nudged her in the ribs.

"Well," she chuckled, wiping her eyes from a few tears that had gathered in the corners. "I'm sure word will get around about the mysterious trousers in their dear Commander's office. Nothing stays quiet around here for long."

"So long as my men follow orders, I care not what they think of me. Or whom I bed for that matter."

"I am glad to hear it." Adalia rest her head once again on his chest. Never had she fallen asleep in the arms of a man. As the Inquisitor closed her eyes, she found herself wondering about what else her beloved Cullen could introduce her to, and her to him.

For the mage and the ex Templar, it was just the beginning.