A/N: My take on what happens after we get that lovely cut to black in-game. Cullen and Aeryn Trevelyan finally stop dancing around each other. Same world as 'The Marriage Contract' earlier in the timeline of course. Looking like it will be a 3-shot. Planning to go back to and finish up The Marriage Contract at some point, but I need to get this out of my system. Please Read and Review. All everything to Bioware (except the smut, that's me)
Aeryn slipped into the commander's office. It was full of soldiers asking questions, passing papers. Behind his desk, the commander was giving orders to the surrounding flurry, apparently caring for some refugees that had been overrun by the blasted Red Templars. She never knew how he gave orders so confidently, never a hesitation or a second guess. Something I could learn I suppose.
His armor reflected the candlelight as he noticed The Lady Inquisitor in the shadow of his door. Casual and perfect, her hair was unbound cascading like a honey waterfall over her shoulder. Maker, why are these people in my office?'That will be all.' The commander followed them to the door and shut it firmly, turning the lock for good measure.
'There's always something more, isn't there?' He shouldn't be placing his troubles on her shoulders; she has too many of her own. She's responsible for the fate of the world; all he does is run her army.
'Wishing we were somewhere else?'
A low laugh escaped his throat.' I barely found the time to get away before.' He paced away, if this as indeed what he was going to say best have some distance lest his courage fail. 'This war won't last forever. When it started, I hadn't considered much beyond our survival. But things are different now.'
'What do you mean?'Where are you going with this Cullen?
'I find myself wondering what will happen after. When this is over, I won't want to move on… not from you.' Cullen reaches for her, letting his eyes say what his voice cannot. I love you; you are my everything, always. Now the doubt returns. She can't want a broken man, not forever. 'But I don't know what you..' Words are failing. 'That is, if you…' Shit
What a stupid man. 'Cullen, do you need to ask?' Aeryn slid herself between the Commander and his desk to assert she's not going anywhere.
'I suppose not' I love you. 'I would…'
*Shatter* Aeryn gasped, looking down at the tiny winking pieces of glass. Eyes back on Cullen, instead of frustration she saw a small smile. With a grand sweep of his arm, she is the only thing left on his desk. The remaining carafes break and the shards mingle with the reports, briefings and assignments on the flagstones.
So he can lose control? Aeryn smiles as he stalks up to her body. She isn't letting this go, advantages on the Commander are slim, and if she can keep him here? Well, maybe she can push her luck. Aeryn started to edge back onto the desk, Cullen crawling over her body with a predatory stare. She reached for him, grasping his hair and pulling his lips down to meet her own. There was nothing save for need in the kiss; the need to be together, the need to be connected. Cullen dropped a knee between Aeryn's thighs to support himself. Aeryn broke the kiss and breathed deeply, her head falling back to the desk, making a thud against the solid wood.Ow.
Cullen tugged at his cloak, pulling it loose from his armor. He hastily wadded the material and stuffed the ball of fabric and fur under Aeryn's head. She smiled at the gesture and looked over his face. There was an intensity in his eyes and she was not expecting. Aeryn looked at his lips, biting her lip involuntarily as she stared at the thin scar across his upper lip. She had always meant to ask how he got one in that location. It complimented the strong lines of his face and it had always held a fascination for her, proof he was a warrior.
Cullen couldn't stand watching her worry her bottom lip, if there was biting to be done, it was his place. He again claimed her mouth thrusting in his tongue, not willing to wait for her permission. His movements were hungry, trying to taste as much of her mouth as possible. He pressed his hip into her center, causing a whimper to escape Aeryn.
She began to nip at his tongue and lips while her hands slid under the edge of his pauldrons, trying to find purchase on the protected skin underneath. She needed more but had no words. Her reward was his gloved hand ghosting along the edge of her breast. She whined her protest and began to pull at the edges of his armor, willing the leather strapping to break so she could touch him. It did not yield, adding more frustration.
Cullen turned his attention to the soft skin of her neck, cradling one side, using this thumb to force her face to turn and expose her neck. He ran his tongue down the side of her neck, settling with a kiss where it gracefully met the curve of her shoulder. His opposite hand gripped her waist holding her still. Pants and whimpers escaped her lips. He began to suck at the delicate skin, holding it between his teeth. It would leave a mark, but his discretion had been tamped down under the need to claim this woman.
She moaned and rolled her hips against him, trying to find some relief for the ache building between her legs. She could feel his member pressing though his pants, hard and desirous against her thigh. She gripped his arms, meeting plate. He ground back into her in response, causing her to feel the fabric of her smalls slide over her aching mound, completely soaked with her need. Her body shuddered at the welcome friction, a breathy moan escaping her lips. She grasped at his shoulder, again only finding the smooth metal plate. He bit the red mark developing on her neck, grinding back into her. 'Cullen' Aeryn whined, trying to communicate her wishes when she couldn't think of words. She clawed at his breastplate as he continued pressing into her. She needed to feel him, needed something to hold and all his damn armor was in the way.
'OFF' Aeryn screamed in frustration, hitting his breastplate as hard as she could with the heel of her hand. Cullen backed up automatically, registering the definition of the word, but not her intent. He lifted the hand from her neck. Aeryn grabbed the cuff of his glove and yanked hard, flinging it into some place in the office; she did not give a damn where. Her head filled with rage at the damn protection he had on his body. Aeryn pulled herself into a sitting position, grabbing for his hand before he could pull back further. 'I want it all… OFF' while she forcefully flung off the second glove.
Cullen's eyes dilated. A growling 'As you wish' left his mouth as he began working the buckles as furiously as he could. His sword and belt were thrown at his desk chair, causing it to topple backwards onto the floor. He kissed Aeryn as she folded a leg onto the edge of the desk to fiddle with the multitude laces on those boots which showed her calves to excellent advantage. Cullen's armor was thrown clear in whatever direction was convenient as the fastenings gave way. Some skittered toward the window, some toward the fire. At least one torch-stand clattered to the ground, the flames extinguishing before it could reach the flagstone. Aeryn' s boot was tossed viciously at the door across from her.
She began to work on the second boot and Cullen pressed a firm kiss to the top of her head as he was finishing the buckles on his breastplate. Aeryn's eyes peered at him from behind her knee, watching as he heaved the heavy metal off and cast it forcefully aside. It thudded into one of the bookcases, knocking many of the contents onto the floor.
Cullen caught her mouth in a heated kiss. "Almost done' he reassured reaching to remove his poleyns, the last metal plating on his body. Aeryn's second boot flew quickly over his head, thudding into the wall. He was still fiddling with the buckle on the last bit, which was refusing to give. He growled in frustration and leveraged the cupped plate against his thigh with great force, causing the leather binding to give way. There was going to be bruising, but he really didn't care. Triumphantly he stood with it in his hand, pitching it over Aeryn's shoulder for good measure.
He moved back to her at the edge of the desk, standing between her knees. He thrust his hand into the soft blonde hair at the nape of her neck, using it to tilt her head back so he could plant demanding kisses on her lips. His free hand worked the buttons on her shirt; he wanted her bare before him. Aeryn's hands snaked under his tunic, lightly scratching the small of his back. He responded to the touch by jerking the last few buttons, exposing her torso to the air. He grabbed the fabric and shoved it down her shoulders, pulling it off and tossing it aside.
Seeing so much of her delicate skin bared to him, made his cock pulse painfully against his trousers. He started back to taste her again, but he was prevented by his shirt lifting over his head, exposing his chest. Aeryn cast it aside, using her hands to roam his chest, feeling the hardness and heat radiating off him. She was distracted enough to miss him untying her breastband, only noticing when her breasts fell heavy against her chest. 'Perfect' Cullen growled, grabbing one of the mounds in his hand, roughly feeling it, smug in the feeling of her nipple pressing insistently against his palm. Aeryn was moaning under his touch, bracing back on her hands and her head dropped back. Cullen pinched her nipple, eliciting a throaty cry.
His free hand was working on the lacing of his trousers. His cock was begging for her, pulsing with the desire to know this woman carnally. He wrenched them down his legs, allowing his manhood to stand at attention, waiting for its sheath. 'See what you do to me Aeryn?' His voice was the embodiment of lust, causing Aeryn to look down his form. What she saw there caused the muscles of her center to clench. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it wasn't something so long and hard. She wanted nothing more than to have that in her completely, with a small worry as to whether it would all fit.
'Like what you see?' Aeryn gave a small shudder. Cullen grabbed her hips and slid her to the edge of the desk, grinding himself against her sex. Aeryn gave whimpers, wanting more of the delicious friction. 'I see you like what you feel' he gave a throaty chuckle. She pulled at his back, raking her nails trying to pull him closer, her hips pressing into his cock trying to find more friction. He laughed again hooking his fingers in her waistband and roughly pulling them free of her legs. As he stood he noticed the glistening proof of her want at the apex of her thighs.
Again he crawled up her body with a predatory stare. Again she slid back on the desk, yielding to his advance. Once her head was resting on her pillow of cloak, he took himself in hand. His tip teased along her slit, hitting her throbbing clit with every stroke. She was mewling beneath him, grasping the edges of the desk in a white knuckle grip. He kept stroking her sex, not touching her body in any other way, determined to have her beg. She whined and arched her neck to him, using her body to communicate her need.
'Maker, you're so wet for me' he growled, enjoying the feel of her, slick beneath his cock. He hit the bundle of nerves again. 'Cullen' she whined, clearly begging for him to end the torture and claim her. He continued to work on her clit as she thrashed. Her back arched and used her voice to beg. 'Cullen, please!' she cried, pulling out the last word. He had heard what he needed. He aligned himself with her entrance, hilting himself in her in one forceful push.
The invasion caused her to scream. It was painful, but she wanted it, she needed this so badly. He pulled back and slammed forward again. This time the pain was drowned out by the feeling of having something so deliciously big and hard filling her cunt. The third thrust came, grinding her into the wood of the desk, the pleasure causing her body to electrify and forget the pain. She began to moan as he slammed her into the hard wood, pressing into her hard enough to hit her clit at the end of each downstroke. She began to moan and pant, words beyond her current capability. There was only his hard cock claiming her fully and the pleasure humming in her veins. Then he returned his mouth to her body.
He was sucking against the bite at the base of her neck, causing the pitch of her moans to rise. He sped up his thrusts, biting against the skin at her neck. Her moans were fueling his lust, just as the feel of her tight heat was. He moved his mouth to her chest, sucking the nipple into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. Another scream was his reward. He sped up to a punishing pace, his physical conditioning and training giving him the ability to go when a lesser man would've stopped.
Aeryn was on fire, energy was thrumming through her body. She raked her nails down Cullen's back, not caring if the pressure was too much. In actuality the bite of pain helped him focus. He was biting and sucking her breasts, which were bouncing with the force of his thrusting. Each bite, each suck, garnered him a different sound. Moans, pants, and screams were what Aeryn could give and he wanted them all. He wanted to hear her crying out the sounds that he was forcing from her body, the louder the better. He did not care if all of Skyhold could hear her, she was his.
She started sliding uncomfortably against the wood from the intense force he was driving into her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his, using her feet as hooks. The movement angled her pelvis upward, causing him to hit her just there inside. He realized she was slipping and put his hand under her shoulder, wrapping his fingers around the top, clamping her in place with his strength, gritting out 'Stay' as if she had any control. Her noises became shrieking bursts, escaping as his cock hit the deepest point of her aching cunt. She dug her nails into his shoulders, hanging on to his body any way she could.
He could feel his release building, his balls constricting, preparing to spill. Hearing her whine and feeling her writhe beneath him was amazing, but he wanted to feel her body beg for his seed. He slipped his free hand between them and started working his calloused fingers against her swollen nub. He covered her mouth with a searing kiss, catching her first scream. Aeryn threw her head back continuing to scream, not knowing any other way to cope with the intense feeling in her sex. She became lightheaded as her cunt exploded, signaling the waves of her orgasm to pulse through her body. Cullen could finally feel her tight walls convulsing, begging his cock to fill her. He hung on with a few more thrusts, working her until he last possible moment of her orgasm, biting into the side of her breast to attempt to hang on a little bit longer. Giving in, he hilted himself in her and moaned into her neck as his seed burst forth, his cock pulsing against the undulating walls. He gave a couple of thrusts, allowing her body to wring every drop from him.
Aeryn's breath came in ragged gasps, wondering how she had survived something that intense. Cullen's forehead was resting on her collarbone, his body slick with sweat. Aeryn was pleased that she wasn't the only one heaving in breaths in an attempt to regain some oxygen. Between the boneless feeling spreading throughout her limbs and his manhood still resting inside her, she was certainly glad that her Commander could lose control.
