One shot about the Mage Origin, human, just a piece of something new...I think. Tell me what you think because I'm about to write another fic.

His name was Cullen and he was a Templar. He was in the Tower to watch over the Circle but it always felt like he was watching her. When she had heard his rambling about his infatuation with her before she face Uldred she felt her face flush. She wasn't supposed to hear what he thought and she said as much. But the thought that there was some one outside of her group that thought about her as something other than Mage or Warden made her want something. She couldn't have it with Alistair, he was the Royal Bastard and she couldn't budge into that.

This man was something to cherish.

She stood over him when he fell in Denerim, her staff flinging out bursts of ice to the Darkspawn that attacked. At the half moment pause in attacks she cried out triumphantly and he felt wonderful, healthy, eager. Her robes showed her creamy thighs and cleavage yet she glowed with spells.

"Get up Cullen!" she cried as she started waving her arms around in a Area of Effect spell that froze the monsters in their tracks. "I need you."

She needed him.

Cullen got to his feet and shattered the nearest darkspawn that he could get to. He charged forward with a yell that shook his lungs and felt energies wrapping around him, armoring him. She stayed close enough to protect him and heal her comrades. The General they were facing was dead and he was still standing. The district was quiet and they were still alive.

"Wardens to Fort Drakon!" Riodan shouted and Cullen spun around hoping to catch a glimpse of his mage.

She was so close to him and she looked up at him. "Maker help me for doing this." she hissed and pulled him by his armor closer to her. The kissed was like kissing a lightening bolt. It sizzled and sparked and energized him. "Don't die on me, Templar." she breathed and rushed off to fight the Archdemon.

He was led into the Arl of Recliffe Denerim home, without his armor and weapons on an invitation by the Arl himself. He waited in the study to be called. The books in the library were flat next to the texts the Mages delved into. He looked up when the door to the study opened and a familiar mage came through. She was not dressed in robes but in a dress worn by nobles. This was not the Grey Warden come to see him but the woman. She was a hero, slayer of demons and dragons and evildoers. She was supposed to looked self confident and powerful yet now... she looked unsure or embarrassed. There was a throaty chuckle from behind her and she quickly closed the study door.

"Eamon said you were in here." she replied politely. her fingers played with a gold chain held in her hands. "I'm sorry if you've been here long."

"Do you know why I was called here?" he asked.

"Yes my companions can be horrible gossips and one of them, I don't know who, told him about what you said in the Tower."

Cullen cleared his throat. "I was under a lot of pressure then."

"And now that you are not under pressure?" she replied taking a step away from the door.

"I still feel under pressure." he replied and saw her shoulders narrow. He came towards her. "I know I am not supposed to feel that way about you. I have fought the feelings for many years. "

"And you could never say anything because of your vows." she supplied. "I understand, I came to apologize for forcing you to confront those feelings and for the kiss on the battlefield. It was inappropriate."

"It was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life." he replied coming closer her. "I will treasure it always. "

She looked up at him and felt his hands cupping her hips and her breath shuddered. "I...uh."

"I was given a special assignment yesterday by Knight-Commander Greagoir before I came here. The King to be and another mage asked it of him: That I am to watch over one Mage and one mage only: You."

"Was the othe mage Wynne?" she asked.

"Yes and the Commander holds her and First Enchanter Irving in high regard." he pulled her closer and studied her.

She looked so delicate now like a bloom of Andraste's Grace in the morning light and her dressed covered more than what her battle robes showed. He found it appealing to imagine what she held under the smooth cloth. Her eyes were light pools of grey that glistened in morning. "I am to watch over you until our lives are over."

"Which will be thirty years." she sighed. "That is as long as Alistair and I have left before the Taint kills us."

The news grimed the atmosphere but Cullen would have to accept that news now. "Thirty years is wonderful."

He bent down and kissed her. Unlike the lightening like before her lips were warm and tasted of...brandy." Have you been drinking?" he asked with a smirk.

She blushed and shrugged. "Oghren felt like I needed a glass of liquid courage before coming here."

"Was that him that chuckled?"

"No that was a naughtily raunchy elf." she chuckled shook her head. "He is a terror of sexuality."

Oh really?" he chuckled into her hair. "Well maybe we should give him something to amuse himself with."

She looked up and him and blushed. "Maybe we should."

The End.

Yep that's all. Please tell me if its yay or nay.