So just to get it over with. I do not own anything having to do with the Dragon's Age series, this story is just for my and my readers personal enjoyment.

Now that being said, first chapter is a little short. Not my first DA: Inquisition fic, but it is my first with two certain pairs. Now, I know this fic won't jive with some people, and that's okay. I'm doing it because I personally find the mash up interesting. I want to see where it leads me.

/Interested in a Co-Author!/

Looking for a co-author for this, preferably someone who likes to take characters &outside of their box& and someone who would like to write Solas, I'm just not sure where I want to go with his character yet, I'm hoping maybe someone else will. I like writing as the male characters, you get your Inquisitor's perspective. But never her romantic interest's. I like to change that.

Anyway, if you're interested let me know, just a foreward, this is a mature/explicit fic. I like sex scenes. Sexual innuendo, dirty bits. Lots of sex stuff. I also like fluff, but if you don't want to write sexys then...this may not be for you lol.

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Now for those reading, I hope you enjoys where these characters are going to go. Also *********SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT!************

This all occurs AFTER the Tresspasser DLC. If you have not played it, MAJOR SPOILERS. concerning possible fate of Inquisitions/Characters and Romance options.

You have been warned.

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"Ser, we've located the Inquisitor."

"Good. It is time I rejoined ma vhenan."

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"Valca….you're doing it again." Cullen smiled as he watched the former Herald of Adraste and Inquisitor jump at his voice. She'd been absentmindedly rubbing at the spot on her cheek where some of her golden vallaslin had rested so many years ago. She'd been doing that more and more often of late. Ever since she'd officially disbanded the Inquisition, and taken up residence with him in Ferelden he'd seen more and more of her melancholy side. They'd been doing some undercover research on Solas's plans for the Elven resurrection, under the guise of setting up shop to help former Templar's recover from their addictions….or find a safe place to be comfortable in their last days. Days were long, sometimes nights were too, but they still had many friends who helped where they could. If Cullen was being truthful, he missed the Inquisition as it was, but he thought their new operation was working out slightly better than before.

Orlais and Ferelden had been mollified when she had disbanded the Inquisition. No one was watching over their backs to make sure they knew their place. For all intents and purposes the Inquisition really had disbanded. No one had to know that they kept up with everything that went on, just as they had before. No one had to know of their efforts, that beneath their comfortable and very ordinary looking lives, an institution still flourished.

"I'm sorry Cullen….I know I've been terrible company lately." Cullen was brought out of his thoughts by her quiet voice. She still wasn't looking at him, her gaze far off. She'd set her hands in her lap and was twiddling them idly. Valca Lavellan was still mostly a mystery to Cullen. Her knew she was Dalish, knew how she came to be at the Conclave, and then her story up until now. But her as a person? He'd gotten to know her a little as the years had gone by. She was usually a spit fire by nature. Quick to anger, but also quick to calm. She had an energy about her that was magnetic, and it drew people to her. Himself not excluded. They'd flirted some in the beginning. She'd become dear to him, not that he would admit that, he'd heard she and Solas had had some sort of relationship, and he was not one to impose. When she had tried to discuss her feelings towards him, he had stopped her as gently as he could. He knew it would have done neither of them good. Even when he noticed the shift between her and the mage, the not so subtle way the male elf had distanced himself in the months before Corypheus had been defeated.

He hadn't wanted to be the second best option. Even now, after Solas had left her for two years, only to come back as a betrayer? He knew the feelings were still there. Unrequited love could take a deep toll on someone though. He took a moment to study Valca. She'd always been beautiful. Even with the "slave markings" as she'd referred to them after they'd been removed by a bit of the mage's magic. She was a captivating sight even on her worst days. Darkly tanned with eyes a blazing green, a color that almost exactly matched the color of the anchor on her hand. He'd heard The Iron Bull refer to them as "big creepy elf eyes", Cullen had found that amusing, that someone could see them as anything but beautiful. Then again, he may be partial. Her hair, which had been shorter three years ago when they'd first met, was a dark brown and braided in a neat plait that went near to under her shoulder blades. She'd referred to the color as Dalish dir. To him it reminded him more of the color of an acorn. Dark brown, with a little bit of red and gold mixed in. Definitely not dirt colored. His gaze dipped down over the profile of her high cheek and the pert upturned tip of her nose to her mouth. He grimaced at the tug it cause in the pit of his stomach. Maker that mouth.

Cullen was by no means a saintly man. Granted, he hadn't had any romantic ties since before the Inquisition, but that was romantic ties. He was, by nature though, a very sexual man. He kept it to himself, making sure his liaisons were discreet, and brief. He'd had a few lovers, none in the recent year, but he was by no means celibate or uninterested. When he'd first met the Inquisitor at the war table in Haven, he'd been captivated by that mouth…..and very thankful for his heavy armor. He'd had many a wicked dream about it ever since. It was lush, full to the point of almost being indecent. Just the way he liked it. Sometimes he'd get sidetracked just looking at it, and oh the things he'd imagined it doing to him. Those rose colored lips begged for someone to take them, and he'd been tempted. Many times. It irked him a little, he would admit, to think that the elven mage had beaten him to it….and then left. Leaving the bearer with no desire to do anything but sigh with them.

A waste to be sure. He'd bet that Valca had a spark in her that when kindle the right way, would blaze into a fire. Now increasingly uncomfortable in the front of his too tight trousers, Cullen shifted under the desk he was sitting at, definitely glad for the cover.

"Inquisitor," At her previously formal title her head turned to him, her eyes narrowing, a little bit of that spark coming back. He had to hide his grin at the thrill that went up his spine.

"I'm not the Inquisitor anymore Cullen," She said, her irritation clear, but he was focused on her mouth. He really had to do something about his fascination. It was getting out of hand lately. "You know I want you to call me Valca." She gave a sigh. "No more fancy titles for me." She waved a hand in his direction, the hand that had been replaced with a magicked metal replica of the one she had come back missing, after her last mission to save Thedas from the Qunari invasion. They'd all been surprised when she'd stormed into the Exalted Council with the sleeve of her left arm pinned high and empty. It was then she'd disbanded the Inquisition, and it was a while before she'd told anyone what had happened. The anchor had almost killed her. Fen'harel, as she would now only refer to Solas as, had "saved" her, but not the appendage. She'd had a master blacksmith and mage work together to create something wholly unique. A bit of moving metal magic. The new hand worked and acted like the old, something Cullen found hard to fathom, but for a while she seemed to resent it.

Her being a warrior, it made sense. It took her some time to acclimate her sword work to the change, but if anything, she'd only become stronger and more determined afterwards. He also couldn't say that a little part of him didn't find the new hand interesting, and wonder at how it would feel against his skin. It was just another part of her he'd come to have an unhealthy obsession with in the last year.

"How are things coming with our new ward?" She changed the subject so quickly Cullen had to think fast to supply an answer that would cover up the fact that he'd been mindlessly staring at her. He ignored the prickling heat at the back of his neck. If he rubbed it she'd know for sure he was uncomfortable about something. She'd pointed out the little tell when they'd been having a game of chess a few months ago. He'd been aghast to know he'd been so easy to read, by such a small gesture.

"As well as can be expected….or hoped." He cleared his throat. She was talking about a new Templar who had come to them but a week back. He'd been trying to kick his Lyrium habit himself, disentangle from the Templar Order. With little success. He'd heard about Cullen and Valca's operation through a friend who had weaned himself off of the blue drug. Cullen now referred to it as such, because it had come to be that to him. The song of Lyrium was beautiful at the beginning, empowering and captivating. But too soon it turned to a hunger that had made many feel more beast than man. That's when Cullen himself had decided to disentangle from that life. It had been hard; he knew his temper had been beastly for a time. But one of the chief reasons why Valca had become so dear to him was because she had never doubted his resolve. Never let him get lost.

"Roderik is having some mood swings, but he's well on his way to recovery. He'd already been coming off of it when he came to us." He scrubbed a hand over his chin, not surprised to find he'd added more stubble. He'd not shaved in a few days. A perk from not being someone of consequence any longer, he supposed. He noticed Valca giving him a look he couldn't quite place. "Something wrong?" Her bright green eyes flickered up from his chin to his own.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so…rugged before." The way she said the word "rugged" piqued his interest immediately. A dip in her voice that was almost imperceptible. At the risk of assuming the change as a tone of interest Cullen shrugged lightly.

"I've got no one to keep up appearances for. Plus," His gaze caught her's. "I think I've always looked better with facial hair." He could slap himself. He really could. It sounded as if he were fishing for a compliment. Valca smiled, a flash of straight white teeth, and a mouth watering curl of lips.

"I didn't say I did not like it...Commander." She gave him a saucy wink before she got up from her seat across from him. She stretched, arms above her head, eyes closed. The motion pulled up her white shirt, baring a strip of taut tanned skin at her belly, and pushing her breasts up. She was a slender woman, but she had the breasts of an orlaisian courtesan. Full and heavy on her slight frame. His mouth really did water then. He didn't know what had brought her about face in attitude, but he definitely did not mind it. He was about to speak again when she finished her stretch. She grinned at him.

"I should go check in on our charges." She didn't give him a chance to protest. She was out the door in a moment. Leaving Cullen alone...except for the throbbing ache of his cock beneath his trouser front. He shifted uncomfortably, then finally reached down and rubbed himself beneath the fabric. He cursed almost immediately after. The one stroke only furthered his arousal. He sighed and brought his hands up, resting his elbows on the desk in front of him, and placed his face in his hands. He'd been a sexually frustrated mess since Valca had arrived. He'd let her be because she was still vunerable, Solas's return still fresh on her mind. He'd been respecting her feelings for the other man. Even respected her wish to find a way to stop him with his Elven Resurrection Scheme. She wanted him to return to her. Cullen had to remember that. She was waiting for another man. No matter how flirty she may be, her attentions were elsewhere.

The anger was sudden and unexpected. A hot burn of jealousy spreading up his neck. He scrubbed furiously at the sensation. This is exactly why he didn't like to get involved. Sex was easy. You were usually satisfied with the outcome. This, whatever it was between Valca and himself, was another beast all together. Every time she left he was more and more frustrated. And less patient. A thought came to him then and he lifted his head, a smile curling his lip. Maybe he would finally let his true intentions be known. At the very least, the ex-Inquisitor was about to find out that &Commander& Cullen, was not as sweet and unassuming as she believed.