You, me and us

Dominance and misbehavior

A/N: Hellloooooo everybody! It's been a while since I uploaded a story, and since I got a bit of inspiration back after playing Dragon Age 2 for the ..what is it...10th time?..I decided 'Hell, why not give this a shot!'. Soooo here I am, writing another story. This is going to be a collection of one-shots. Please review!

Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters, only the name Cillie. The rest is all property of Bioware (soooo jealous of them XD ).

As he stood before her, he couldn't help but growl. He was just so…so…ANGRY with her. How could she just go out and about, explore whatever she wished without a single person around to guard her from anything? More importantly, why didn't she ask him to join her?

She was HIS to guard, HIS to protect and HIS to love. No one should be allowed to harm her in any way imaginable. Not even a hair on her beautiful head.

"You could've been hurt!"

"And YOU should be less overprotective! I'm a rogue and I'm good enough to take care of myself!" She screamed in his face. Her green eyes locked onto his green eyes and her long brown hair clear from her face while his white hair was covering bits of his eyes.

"I protect what is MINE." He growled lowly to her, almost as a threat. Yet she didn't flinch. She didn't seem at all intimidated. No matter what he did, she would never be afraid of him. She always had the guts to growl back at him, like she did now, matching his stance with her shoulders squared, even though he was taller than her.

She was always standing up to him, never once was she scared of him, she trusted him not to hurt her. And he would never think of hurting her in any way.

"I am no one's property." She hissed against him and that was what got him over the edge, and she knew it.

Before she could take another breath, he had her pushed up against the wall, his lips kissing hers with a bruising force, teeth clashing while hands were exploring.

His hands were roaming over her sides while hers were pulling his hair at the nape of his neck.

He pushed her harder against the wall, letting his tongue explore the insides of her mouth while he moved her hands above her head, pinning them both there with one of his hands over her wrists.

One of his legs was between hers, pushing her legs apart. His mouth found moved from her lips to her jaw then to her ear.

"Say it." He growled (or was that a moan?) into her ear. It was hard to concentrate on 'punishing' her, hard to focus with her scent attacking his nose. Her hair smelled of vanilla. It was alluring, it was hypnotizing, and it was her.

After seconds of her not answering and him still teasing her neck and earlobe, he grinded his hips against hers, making her feel how much he wanted her with a grunt.

"Say it." He repeated in a slightly louder and more urgent ring to his voice.

She whimpered and shook her head while she tried to push against the hand holding her wrist together. It was no use. He was stronger. And at this moment, she didn't mind at all.

"Say it!" He growled louder and grinded against her again while biting into the flesh of her neck, making her moan and whimper before she yielded.

"I am yours."