A/N: I know this has been done a dozen times, possibly more. But, I have fallen so hard for both the characters in Inquisition and the Inquisitor themselves. These will be a series of one-shots showcasing various Inquisitors and their chosen romance. Some of these are based off of my own DA play-throughs, others are made specifically for fanfiction. Not all romances are found in the game as well, such as Leliana or a female Inquisitor romancing Cassandra. I hope you all enjoy these little snippets! Ratings will vary from T to M.

Disclaimer: I, Miranda of the Texans, do not formerly own Dragon Age or its various characters. I do however reserve the right to fawn over Cassandra and Sera. Sadly, my boos are the property of Bioware.

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Aspen slammed the rogue into the wall hard, eliciting a gasp from the red-haired beauty's lips. The Inquisitor swooped forward, claiming pink lips with her own fiercely. It had been far too long since she had Leliana; a mistake she would soon rectify. The dark-haired warrior deftly reached forward, hoisting the spymaster in her arms. Leliana, in tune with her lover's body and motions by now, slightly jumped forward and wrapped toned legs around a firm waist.

She made little sounds and moans in the back of her throat as the strong warrior continued to pepper her face in kisses. The caresses moved northward, claiming Leliana's lips once more. The former bard was going absolutely crazy; she had not been kissed, nor touched, in many years. Not since Marjolaine, and everyone knew how badly that turned out. Leliana had harbored a crush on Thorn, but he had already fallen for Morrigan, though the Maker knew what attracted such a vibrant man to…her. She had fallen out of love with the Hero of Ferelden long ago, but her heart still ached from what could have been. She was tired of being lonely, and Aspen Rose Trevelyan was exactly what she needed.

Leliana wrapped her hands in tousled black hair, delighting in the soft silk beneath her calloused hands. Aspen held the lithe body in her arms, pressing her harder against the unforgiving wall. Her lips were ravenous, unwavering and unwilling to part from the one person with who understood her, and vice versa. The resident Inquisition spymaster had been an enigma from the start. Aspen had been intrigued by the woman who had traveled and fought alongside the Dalish elf who had risen as the savior of Ferelden.

Leliana…was the epitome of beauty and grace. Nobody had ever set the Inquisitor's heart racing like her rogue. She was brilliant and excelled in the art of secrecy, manipulation and subtlety. Yet there was a fragile vulnerability that hung just below the surface, causing the protective warrior to migrate towards Leliana. Neither knew that in a few short months of knowing each other, they would enter into a whirlwind romance consisting of hurried kisses, passionate conversation and a yearning that knew no bounds. Both women were ensnared by the other and there was no escape.

"Have I ever told you that you are the sexiest woman in all of Thedas?" Aspen literally moaned, helpless against the physical urges of her body begging her to just take the fiery-haired rogue right fucking now.

Leliana turned her head to the side, allowing Aspen to lick and suckle the sensitive skin of her neck. She bit her lip, stifling a whimper. "Y-yes, I believe you have. You certainly are not…biased in any way."

Aspen chuckled, the sound low and rumbling deep in the back of her throat. She grinned wolfishly. "Aye, but my opinion is the one that matters here. Everyone is jealous that I have the mysterious and beautiful Sister Nightingale by my side. How Thedas whispers…."

"No more than they whisper longings of you, my love. I am not the one everybody wants. Being the herald of a deity sure raises the attractiveness factor."

The warrior shook her head fondly, laughing at the rogue's attempt to downplay her own gifts in the guise of lavish compliments of her own. Leliana was really too cute sometimes, certainly too cute for the youngest Trevelyan heir to resist. Aspen placed a gentle kiss at the base of a pale throat, smirking as Leliana swallowed hard.

"Now dear, let's not be modest." Leliana's head thumped against the wall as Aspen sucked the hollow of her throat, softly nipping the skin. The kind warrior nuzzled against the warm skin, inhaling the scent of clean linen and Andraste's Grace, her lover's favorite flower that Aspen had happened upon in a small clearing in the Emerald Graves during a mission. Leliana had been very…appreciative.

"Dear Maker…." Leliana whimpered as her skin grew more and more sensitive to her warrior's ministrations. She clung to the muscled frame for dear life, panting as fiery lips moved down. Unfortunately for the two, they were both fully clothed and could, regretfully, not take off their clothes for fear of being interrupted. Both were due for another mission in less than twenty minutes, and so they had to make the most of the precious time allotted to their cause.

Without preamble, knowing that Leliana needed it as much as she, Aspen slid a hand down curves lost in fabric. The Inquisitor grasped Leliana through her pants, listening as a choked gasp was emitted from the pale woman in her hold.

"Aspen! Please!" Leliana cried out desperately, wanting nothing more than to feel the fullness Aspen's fingers granted her, to feel the comfort of another against and around her as she came undone. Leliana did not wear vulnerability well, at least not until Aspen literally fell into her life. Even her love for Thorn was never this encompassing.

For her part, Aspen decided to not tease the poor woman further. Swift fingers delved beneath tight pants, grazing the drenched underclothes hiding her prize. Leliana squirmed in her grasp, arching her back from the wall and squeezing broad shoulders beneath her fingertips. Finally, blessedly, Aspen fully felt slick flesh against her wandering digits, soaking them in a love more apparent than the threat of Corypheus.

Leliana cried out in ecstasy, body bowed in supplication. She met Aspen's thrusts, falling into the rhythm they had already memorized by heart, body and soul. Aspen watched the woman in rapture, noting the expression of utter pleasure etched across beautiful features. Sky blue eyes were closed in bliss, clenched as tight as the fists wrapped in Aspen's linen shirt. Sweat beaded a feminine brow and a crease marred the soft skin between light red eyebrows. Corded muscles stood stark on the straining neck, Leliana's entire body as taut as a bowstring.

"Oh…oh please….ahhh…Aspen!" The litany of sounds were like the sweetest music to the warrior's ears. She sped up her motions, looking down to see where her hand stood out in Leliana's pants. It was the hottest thing Aspen had ever seen. The woman had been pleasantly surprised that she, a virgin before being with Leliana, had managed to so quickly impress the older woman and apparently meet any preconceived notions concerning bedroom activities. True, Leli had been self-conscious of her old scars when they first coupled, but after Aspen lathered the raised flesh with tender kisses and gentle caresses, judgment devoid from her caring face, Leliana had been able to let go and accept the fact that she was finally loved.

The cries grew louder in volume as hips grew furious in tempo. Aspen sloppily kissed the red-head's neck, finally placing her sweaty forehead against that of her paramour.

"Aspen…I-I can't…" Leliana tried to form a coherent sentence, but her mind was a blank canvas. All she could do was feel the shocks coursing through her overheated body and try to swallow in enough oxygen to not pass out. Scratch that, she was so going to faint.

Pale violet orbs locked onto fluttering blue, holding the passionate gaze. "It's okay my love. Just let go; I will always catch you."

The whispered words of reverence, layered with promise and all the hope Leliana thought lost, was enough to push the woman over the precipice. With a cry that seemed to shake the very heavens, even with Aspen's mouth slanting over hers, Leliana finally allowed her body to relax and an explosion greater than at the Conclave rocked through her body.

Aspen watched in amazement as the lithe body twitched and shook in her arms, a flood of wetness coating her fingers. Aspen was swept away in the deluge, smiling softly as she beheld the sight that kept her fighting, the reason she fought so hard and so long every day. Aspen cared about Thedas, sure, but it was a simple spymaster who kept her going when the darkness threatened to overwhelm her. Aspen was not the herald of Andraste; Leli was. The warrior, not overly religious, found herself thanking the Maker fervently for sending this beautiful angel to her.