The Inquisitor sighed as she put aside another set of documents. She'd been holed up in her rooms all day, trying to make a dent in her paperwork, rather than running around adventuring with her friends. She wasn't meant to be sitting on her butt all day. She was meant to be running around, fighting, and furthering the goals of the Inquisition. Just then there was a knock on her door, pulling her out of her self-pity.
"Come in," she called irritably as she pulled another document in front of her so she could at least make it look like she was working.
"My, someone's in a foul mood," his voice said teasingly. The Inquisitor couldn't stop a smile from spreading across her face and she looked up as he came up the stairs.
"Dorian," she said. He smiled at her.
"Who else?"
"I honestly half-expected Cassandra or Cullen coming to ask me if I'd finished all this," she said with a scowl at the mountain of paperwork.
"You've been working on that all day," he said as he came to stand across from her.
"I know! And I've barely gotten anything done," she groaned. He shook his head as he set a bottle and some glasses down on her desk.
"Set it aside for the night, Lavellan," he said. She sighed as she sat back in her chair.
"I can't. Putting it off is what got me in this mess. Josephine said I couldn't come out until I got at least half of it done," she pouted. Dorian chuckled.
"I never said to leave. Let's share this wine and see how much we can have till we've drunk ourselves silly," he said. The Inquisitor smiled.
"Tempting, but are you sure that's the real reason you're here?" she asked. Dorian's grin broadened and he shrugged.
"I suppose we could skip the wine and go straight to the fun bit," he teased. She sighed as she glanced to the pile of paperwork.
"I don't know," she began. Dorian started pouring the wine.
"At least have a glass with me, if nothing else. You've earned a break," he said and came around the desk to hand a glass to her. She sighed and took it.
"I don't know that anyone else would agree but I'm too tired to argue," she said and raised it to her lips.
"Why is that? I thought the whole point of having Josephine and Cullen was so you didn't have to do paperwork like this," Dorian said. The elven rogue shot him a look though he pretended not to notice.
"To a point, I suppose. But I shouldn't shirk everything off to them, as much as I'd rather be running around fighting the Venatori," she replied.
"I prefer watching you run around too," Dorian said into his cup.
"Is that so, oh mighty mage?" the Inquisitor teased with a smile. Dorian smirked.
"Well, of course. You're so much more petulant and crabby when you have paperwork," he said.
"You would be too if you had this much!" she protested. He chuckled.
"You're right about that, my dear," he said and kissed the top of her head. She sighed.
"Maker, I'm tired," she said.
"More so than after fighting all day?" the mage teased.
"Amazingly so," she replied. Dorian set his cup on her desk and took her hand.
"Then let's go to bed," he said softly. She looked up at him.
"But all of this paperwork-"
"Can wait until tomorrow," he interrupted quietly. He took her glass and set it on her desk before pulling her up into a long kiss. Finally they broke apart and she gave him a small smile.
"Alright, Dorian. You win," she said. He smiled at her.
"All thanks to my wit and charm," he said.
"Mmm. Or maybe the wine," she teased. He seemed to consider this.
"Nope. All me," he said with a smirk. She smiled and shook her head.
"Whatever you say, Dorian. Now come to bed with me," she said and pulled on his arm. He laughed as he let her drag him towards the bed.
"Aren't you concerned what they'll say if they find us in the morning?" he teased. She turned to face him, planting a kiss on his lips and pressing herself tightly to him.
"I don't think that's any concern of theirs, do you?" she said quietly as she drew back. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her body back to his.
"Not in the slightest," he replied.