Just a little fic-let that I have had running through my mind for the past day. Unedited and unproofed so please be kind.
He found himself fascinated with the Inquisitor. The little human mage who moved from one crisis to another with surprising ease. She had lived in the circle all her life but nothing seemed to frighten her. She had stared down demons, men, and one certain qunari. But after that one time she couldn't meet his eyes anymore. Iron Bull couldn't discover why. She could talk to him (which he liked), order him around (which he liked quite a bit), and fight very well with him (which just make him crazy over her). But now for some reason she would not meet his eyes. Guinevere was currently talking with Cullen and Blackwall about where to head next. She had not noticed him watching from the hallway. Cullen and Blackwall had but they said nothing to her. When the meeting was over they both walked past him and Blackwall met his eyes with a smile. The old warden saw more than most as Bull had learned. Guinevere was still studying the map when he walked in.
"Blackwall I think that maybe I was wrong and we should head from the south."
She looked up and right into Bull's eyes. He was standing just across the table from her. She looked so beautiful with her mouth gently parted and her red hair in her eyes. He could not help himself. Bull leaned forward and kissed her. The kiss broke and they stood looking into each other's eyes. Then she pulled away fast blushing from her neck to her hairline.
"Bull I'm sorry I thought you were someone else."
She cleared her throat and stared at everywhere but him.
"I have to… do something… yes I have to go."
Before Bull could say anything she was gone.
"One day Inquisitor, you're not going to run from me." He promised the empty room.