Snow and cocoa
The Iron Bull asks Varric for cocoa, I think this is why. Enjoy the fluffy goodness. :P
The morning sunlight was bright, but the mountain air was so cold seeping through the glass doors of the balcony.
Sifting beneath the white covers of the orlesian style bed, a little elf with equally pale skin peaked his snowy head out, squinting his wine colored eyes. This was Mahanon Lavellan, the mighty Herald of Andraste and leader of the Inquisition. Here in this finely furnished room however, he was just, Mahanon.
The little albino elf groaned, cursing under his breath feeling the remnants of the previous nights activities in his lithe body. Luckily a few sparks of healing magic easily fixed that. Gazing about the tower room Mahanon, cocked his head in curiosity when he spotted the large familiar gray back near the fire place.
"Bull, what are you doing over there?" the big qunari turned and smiled at the smaller male he spent the night with, sweeping over him with an appreciative eye. He could easily count the love bites covering his white neck and chest. "Glad to see you up, kadan. It's a cold one today so I let you sleep in".
"Why do the southern mountains have to be so cold this time of year" Mahanon, sighed trying to shuffle back underneath the comforter. Bull, wouldn't let him however by grabbing the heavy fabric and flinging them away "Bull!" he shrieked at the loss of warmth.
"None of that now, c'mon I got something special for you" the smile never falter as he scooped the disgruntled elf up and carried him over to the rug by the fire "wait here" he ordered.
Mahanon, wiped the sleep from his eyes as Bull, busied himself by pouring hot water into a cup and handed it to him. The Inquisitor frowned down at the brown liquid suspiciously, the last drinks he shared with Bull, took a year off his life.
"What is this exactly?"
"It's called cocoa, it's good to drink on cold days like this. It is kind of rare in these parts" the Iron Bull, explained sliding in behind his lover; a warm pillar of heat, strength, and protection.
"Okay" if it was really rare, Mahanon, did not want to be rude so he figured he'd give it a shot. Red eyes popped open as the taste of heat and something foreign hit his tongue.
"Hahahaha, tastes pretty good huh, kadan?" Bull wrapped his beefy arms around the little mages middle "I take it you never had it before".
"It…its great" Mahanon, felt his tattooed cheeks blushing up, perhaps it was the cocoa "I love it" he could already feel the chill leaving his bones, and it wasn't just because of the cocoa "thank you, Bull".
Mahanon, smiled when Bull, kissed his forehead, perhaps the southern winter was not so horrible after all.
The End
Ok that's my attempt at Iron Bull fluff. My work is done. Please review.