Here, have some Dragon Age Cullen romance because the cut scenes weren't nearly enough to sate my desire for fluff
Ser Cullen Stanton Rutherford of Honnleath, it's an impressive name for an impressive man Dria thinks, tracing her fingers over his bare chest. His breathing is deep an even, for once he's not having nightmares and for that she's thankful. She can't stand to watch his face contort and his muscles jump when he should be peacefully resting.
The Inquisitor continues to run her small hands across him, getting used to the feel of his muscles and the contours of his ribs as her thoughts turn to much more pressing matters, namely why the hell the huge hole in the ceiling hasn't been fixed. She can see the morning dew clinging to her clothes from across the room and she just knows that all of his paper work is going to be wet. He conveniently 'forgets' that the hole is there each time she sends the construction workers his way. She sighs, shaking her head.
"Everything alright?"
She starts, surprisingly wakeful brown eyes staring up at her. "Yeah, I was just thinking about the ceiling. What will you do next time it rains?"
He shrugs half-heartedly.
"You know," she pauses, the words waiting behind hesitant lips, "We could stay in my room. There's a beautiful view, you wouldn't have to worry about your armor getting wet and rusting, it's a nice room."
Suddenly he's not the confident man she's gotten used to but the fumbling one that smashed his face into hers on the battlements months ago. "Your room! Maker, that's connected to the main hall. Everyone would know, they'd-"
"Oh," Her heart drops into her toes and she sits up abruptly, the blanket falling away as she stands. "I think I need to go."
"No, that's not what I meant!" He swears under his breath, grabbing her hand before she walks too far away. "That's not what I meant. It's just," He glances around for the right words, "You're the Inquisitor, you don't need to deal with rumors and people talk some now but if I were seen going into your rooms then, well all the nobles are there and they never shut up."
Her mouths forms a small oh. "Cullen?"
"Yeah?"
She reaches up on her tip toes to wrap her arms around his neck, her soft body pressing against his firm one, and plants a kiss solidly on his lips. "Let them talk."
He sighs into her mouth. "Okay."
"Good. Now, let's go have a proper good morning."