The first time she and Cullen had sex, Yvaine didn't tell him she was a virgin.

She thought about it, but the whole thing just seemed…ill timed. There she was, between the man of her dreams and a surprisingly sturdy desk, with his hot breath on her neck and gloved hands quickly unbuttoning her shirt- it wasn't exactly sexy to stop in the middle and say 'I have no idea what I'm doing'. So she kept quiet, except for a few encouraging sounds when he dipped in between her thighs and did that thing with his tongue, and when it actually happened and she gave a little moan from the discomfort.

"Is everything all right?" he asked, pulling away from the place on her shoulder he was nibbling. "This isn't too fast, is it? Maker-"

"Sssh," she pulled him back into a kiss and rolled her hips against him, ignoring the slight discomfort in order to stop him from worrying about one more damn thing. It got better a few minutes after, almost enjoyable, so when it was done she didn't feel the need to employ that incredibly unsexy post-coital pillow talk. Instead, she let him pull her against him and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as she was lulled to sleep.

The next morning didn't feel right to tell him, either. He had woken up from a bad dream, and she didn't think telling him that he was her first was going to be the most comforting thing in the world. Instead she played it cool, mustering up enough confidence to even tell him how she really felt. When he told her he felt the same, she was too elated to remember what she was worried about, and practically floated to the infirmary to request a new regiment of moon tea.

When she did eventually tell him, it was a catastrophe. Not because he was anything but sweet, caring and understandable, mind you…it was more because she had set the curtains on fire.

Having spent the good amount of her life in the circle as a 'good mage', and being far too embarrassed to, as Dorian put it when she asked him for advice, 'get to know her body' in the company of hundreds of other sleeping mages in her dormitory, she hadn't exactly figured out how everything down there…worked. She had heard stories and read the romance novels that talked about the 'sweet climax' that happens to a woman in bed, but she hadn't actually experienced it until the second time she and Cullen had sex, this time in her bed.

Honestly, she had always though that the drapes hanging down from the canopy were a little too much, and she wasn't particularly sad to see them go, but she did feel bad for scaring Cullen so. He was doing everything right- too right. She was clinging to the curtains as he moved inside of her, with his hand between her legs, feeling as if her body was about to explode and she was going to tear open a new fade. When she felt the tension release, and her body begin to pulse, that's when she first felt the heat near her head.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, pushing the ex-templar off her body and away from the fire. It spread up the bed quickly, capturing the top of the canopy in flames.

"What happened?!" he asked, running towards the bowl of water she kept by the couch for washing. He threw it onto the flame with no avail. Yvaine felt she was about to have a panic attack, and kept throwing ice spells at the bed, only to have the ice splinter the wood and make the canopy fall onto the bed, catching the entire mattress on fire.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. She reached for a blanket and quickly tossed it around her body, running down the stairs and sticking her head out the door.

"Yvaine- wait-"

"FIRE!" she yelled. "FIRE IN INQUISTOR'S QUARTERS!" From the balcony she saw Dorian and Bull look up at her and immediately begin to run to her door. She ran back up the stairs and started looking for anything to douse the fire with. Cullen had tried beating it down with his cloak, but instead of being flame retardant the cloth had caught fire and spread up to his arm. He dropped it quickly on the bed and reached for a pillow just in time for Bull and Dorian to burst through, with Varric in tow.

Bull had carried up one barrel of water, while Dorian and Varric carried the other. Quickly, they broke them open over the bed and doused the fire in a quick WHOOSH, leaving the charred, wet mess to smoke itself out.

"What in the name of Andraste's tits happened?" Dorian asked, dropping the barrel to his feet.

"I think we know what happened," Bull said, nodding to Cullen and Yvaine's attire. Cullen wasn't lucky enough to have grabbed a blanket, and instead was holding a pillow over his crotch.

"What? No-" Varric bent over in heap of laughter, almost unable to breathe.

"You can't be serious," Dorian said with a giggle.

"It's not like you haven't done it," Bull nudged him.

"Done what, exactly?" Cullen asked in his commander voice, the one he used when he wanted order restored.

"You made your girlfriend come so hard she lit the curtains on fire," Bull retorted crudely. Yvaine's entire face turned red, and pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes.

"That is- so- inappropriate-!" Cullen stuttered

"Oh my god," Varric wheezed. "I haven't laughed this hard in weeks,"

"Hey, if you ask me, it's something to be proud of," Bull said.

"We'll leave you two to clean up," Dorian said, pushing his oversized boyfriend by the shoulder and towards the steps. "I think someone needs to discuss their limits,"

"That's going in the next swords and shields," Varric said, following the other men out. When the door slammed, Yvaine turned back to Cullen and bit her lip, feeling her eyes tear up.

"I'm sorry!" she said. "I didn't mean to- I didn't know- fuck," she wiped her eye with the blanket. "I'm so embarrassed. They're never going to let me live this down,"

"To be fair, dear, they did see me lose a card game and run back to my barracks naked," Cullen smiled. He looked towards the bed.

"Was that the first time you had ever…?"

Yvaine gave a quick nod. "I didn't know I would react that way. It just felt so good and I couldn't feel the magic swirling in me- I'll be able to control it next time, I promise," she said. Cullen smiled and pulled her into a hug. She wrapped the blanket around them and nestled into his warmth.

"It's kind of an honor, knowing I gave you your first," he said. "I can't believe it. I would have assumed you had much better lovers than me,"

He had said it. It was as if the Maker set this whole this up just so she would finally tell him.

"Cullen," she pulled away, looking him in his eyes. God, he was so pretty. "I haven't…had…any other lovers,"

A quick look of confusion crossed his face. "What are you saying?"

She looked to the ground and reached behind her to scratch her head. "I'm saying…you were my first. Only."

He paused for a second, considering her.

"So, when we…on my desk, that was…?"

She gave quick nod.

His face broke into a smile. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She frowned. "You're not mad?"

"Why on earth would I be mad?"

"Because-I thought men didn't like laying with virgins."

"Maybe some men," he said, pulling her back to him. "I don't care if you slept with your entire circle or not. I love you. It meant a lot that you trusted me to be your first,"

She smiled, and leaned in to kiss him square on the lips, holding it for a beat too long to be a simple peck. When she pulled apart, she smiled.

"Well," she said. "Is there anything you want to teach a beginner, then?"

He smirked at her, before walking them over to the couch and pulling her on top of him. His lips went straight to the soft skin in between her neck and shoulder.

"You were my first time, too," he growled. "Let's learn together,"

Hey guys! I hope you liked it. I thought about just making this a one-shot, but I also like the idea of doing a series of vignettes. Thoughts? As always, reviews and comments are appreciated!