Author's notes: Today's kinks are: oral and nearly getting caught. Enjoy :)

In the weeks that followed their first night together, Adalia could barely keep her hands off of Cullen. It took great effort each time they stood across from one another at the war table. He stood a mere few feet from her, speaking to Josephine in his practised commanding tone. She watched him with great enthusiasm, eyeing the way his lips moved with each word. The scar sitting above his mouth practically begged for her to reach forward and run her tongue across its length. Whatever he said to the advisor's was completely lost to her, all she could focus on was how the very presence of him made every hair on her body stand on end. Adalia bit on her lower lip, running her tongue over it wishing it were Cullen's instead.

"Inquisitor?" Leliana broke her thoughts. Adalia gazed across her three advisors. Josephine grinned at her while Cullen cleared his throat, looking rather uncomfortable.

"I apologize, Leliana. I must have dozed off."

Leliana offered her a coy smile. "So you did. I was just asking if you'd like for me to send emissaries to meet with Fairbanks."

"Yes. Send Scout Harding today, if possible. I'd like to know just how this Fairbanks can be of assistance to the Inquisition."

"Very well, Inquisitor. Is there anything else we should discuss?"

"No, that will be all for today. You're all dismissed."

Leliana nodded, the first to leave the room. Josephine turned to Adalia, giving her a look of approval. "Inquisitor," her voice came out soft, before turning to Cullen, "Commander. I'll leave the two of you some privacy." The ambassador sauntered out of the room, shutting the door behind her. The Inquisitor and Cullen stood in silence a few long moments. Finally, Adalia let out a soft chuckle.

"Was I really that obvious?"

Cullen smiled too, stepping closer so that he could run his fingers across her cheek. "You were making me nervous. No ones stared at me with such intensity since my first week of Templar training when I accidentally tripped over the weapon rack. The Commander glared at me for what felt like hours. I don't think I'd ever been so uncomfortable in my life."

"I don't make you uncomfortable, do I?" Adalia playfully tilted her head, to gaze into his eyes.

"Only in a good way." Cullen's eyes crinkled in the corners, as he lit from within. "You sometimes make me feel like a child with a hand caught in the cookie jar. The others have absolutely figured out our little secret, thanks to you, my dear."

"Any obligations?" she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"None whatsoever." Cullen captured her lips with his, kissing her tenderly as if she were a blushing maiden. Adalia smiled against him, pulling away with her face aglow.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked, his voice a touch deeper than it had been a moment before.

"I think I can guess." The Inquisitor ran her hand from his chest down his abdomen. Cullen stiffened, a hitch in his breath, as she trailed her hand down to his trousers. He was partially hard, causing Adalia to smirk. She loved that it took little to no effort for her to have that effect on the Commander. She stroked him through his trousers and Cullen stifled a groan.

"Makers breath woman. Here?"

"Why not here? Josephine said she would give us the privacy. Let's take advantage of it." The lust filled mage leaned forward, to take Cullen's ear lobe into her mouth. She suckled as if he were a treat. Cullen breathed deep, loosing his resolve by the second.

"You … must stop that now. I won't be able to hold back if you don't."

"I don't want you to hold back." Adalia whispered, giving him a mischievous look right before sinking to her knees before him.

"Addie ... Maker's breath, what are you doing?"

"Shh," she responded, unlacing his trousers. "I've wanted to do this for weeks. Just enjoy yourself, my love."

Cullen's whole body stiffened, as she pulled his pants and smalls to his knees, leaving his erect cock jutting outwards. Adalia wrapped her hand around him, pumping slowly, maintaining eye contact. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, encircling his engorged tip which already wept with arousal. Not wanting to tease him a moment longer, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. A needy groan left his lips as his rough hands went into her dark hair. Hearing the desperation in his voice drove her on. She wanted to feel him come undone, to have her ever-in-control Commander lose his resolve, thread by thread. Adalia began to work her mouth up and down on his shaft, flicking her tongue against him. She felt herself growing wetter by the second, knowing at long last how he felt and tasted on her tongue.

"Makers breath Addie … " Cullen gasped through clenched teeth. "I will not last if you do not stop."

The Inquisitor pulled off of him with a pop, a line of saliva falling from her lips. Her eyes met his own, glimmering with a hint of mischief. "That's the point, Cullen." She dove forward, taking his length back into her mouth again. She took him deep into her throat, causing Cullen to curse under his breath. Her right hand wrapped around him, stroking him in time with her mouth. With her other hand, she cupped him, massaging his tender flesh. Her wet tongue pressed against him with each downward stroke, her ministrations growing faster. Cullen tensed before her, his fingers tugging tight in her hair. The tip of his member became throbbed, and just moments later he let out a muffled cry, spilling forth into her waiting mouth.

Adalia slowly pulled away from him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her knees ached as she stood, but the feeling was well worth it. Her Commander looked completely dazed, as he leaned against the war table.

"How was that?" she smirked, kissing the side of his jaw.

"Do you really have to ask?" he chuckled while lacing up his trousers. "You are wonderful beyond words." His strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against his chest. Adalia let out a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of being so close to Cullen. A few moments later, she pulled away.

"Wait … don't you want me to … "

"I pleasured you because I wanted to Cullen. I'd never expect anything in return. Besides, I have some business I need to attend to."

"Will I see you tonight?" he questioned, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"If you're lucky." The Inquisitor grinned sheepishly, before leaving the room. She ignored the inquisitive look upon Josephine's face. Let all of Skyhold know that she couldn't keep her hands off of the Commander. She risked her life daily trying to save the world, and couldn't be bothered to give a damn what anyone thought of her love life.

The Inquisitor spent the rest of her day running minor errands around Skyhold. She delivered a few Grey Warden documents to Blackwall that she recovered in the Hinterlands, which he seemed incredibly grateful for. They made small talk for a few minutes, Adalia ever curious to learn about the Wardens. With the Wardens disappearing around them, she wanted to take in all knowledge that Blackwall had to offer. Shortly after their meeting, duty called her to Skyhold's main hall to pass judgement on Movran the Under. As ridiculous as this particular judgement seemed (the man had tossed a goat at Skyhold's walls for Maker's sake), Adalia still found it odd to sit on a throne, and decide the fate of others. Just a few short months ago, she was an apostate, a nobody. Her life had always been in the hands of the Templars. For her to suddenly have more power than one should ever know frightened her a little. Adalia vowed to herself that she would always use that power to make the world better. There were enough power hungry tyrants in the world.

Adalia promised Bull earlier that she would meet him for drinks in the tavern when she completed her duties for the day. Just as she was about to leave the hall, one of Cullen's soldiers caught up with her.

"Sorry to interrupt Inquisitor, but the Commander asked me to retrieve you. He says it's urgent."

Her brow suddenly crinkled, worried that perhaps Cullen's withdrawal symptoms had surfaced once again. He maintained his composure most of the time, but every now and then he would be overcome with nausea, headaches, and terrible visions. "Thank you," The Inquisitor said, as she rushed past the soldier to see how Cullen fared.

She swung his door open, fear etched across her face. Cullen stood, hands behind his back in front of his desk, a sly smile on his face when he turned his neck to face her, one which reminded Adalia of a lion who had caught it's prey.

"Cullen? Is everything alright? The guard said you needed me … I thought perhaps …"

"Close that door behind you."

Puzzled, the Inquisitor pushed it shut, not allowing her gaze on him to falter.

"Come here." he beckoned, and Adalia found herself drifting forward without thought, his voice honey, and she the fly. She stood directly before him, his hands coming forward to cup her face tenderly. His eyes were soft, and so full of affection, her heart fluttered in her chest.

"I had to see you. I've thought of nothing else except for what I'm going to do to you." His lips brushed against the skin behind her ear. Adalia shivered.

"Is that so?" she mewled, melting in his arms. "And just what is my Commander going to do?"

Cullen chuckled, vibrations tickling her skin. "I am going to bring you pleasure you've never thought possible. All of Skyhold will hear you scream my name."

A soft moan left her lips, as Cullen kissed a path down her neck. His words shot a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Suddenly, he lifted her up, laying her across his sturdy desk.

"On your desk?" She perked a brow.

"It puts you at the perfect height for what I'm going to do." Cullen sank to his knees, his face mere inches away from her. The meaning of his words dawned on the Inquisitor. Suddenly, she felt uneasy.

"You don't have to do that you know. Just because I put my mouth on you … I don't expect you to do the same."

"I'm doing this because you rather inspired me, Addie." He responded by pulling the laces on her trousers undone. His eyes glanced up at her, curious and inquisitive. "Unless, you don't want me to?"

"I've never had anyone do … that." The words left her red in the face, feeling as if she were an inexperienced maiden. Couplings in the circle were always so very rushed. Although she had been on her knees in front of a man many times before, none had ever offered to return the effort. She always thought it was an act men didn't enjoy, saved for women who enjoy the company of other women. Her eyes dared to dart forward, meeting his, a look of shock etched across his face.

"Are you quite serious?" he asked. The Inquisitor nodded. "Well, my sweet Adalia, I must apologize for not introducing you to this sooner. I find there is no greater pleasure than tasting a woman's arousal."

"If you want to …"

"Trust me, I do." he reassured her with a smile. Adalia bit her lower lip, feeling insecure. Her curiosity however, got the best of her. Often she had wondered what pleasure could be found with a tongue pressing against her. She lifted her hips, allowing Cullen to remove her trousers and her smalls. Never had she felt so exposed, his eyes devouring the sight before him.

"Spread your legs further for me, darling." A shiver ran through her, as she complied to his wishes. For several moments, Cullen did nothing but look at the sight before him. She moved to press her legs closed, but his hands stopped her. Rough palms caressed her inner thighs, his touch calming her. His thumb brushed against her clit, sending a jolt through her system. Adalia let out a whimper. She had yearned for his touch for hours.

"Do you like it when I touch you here?"

"Yes," she gasped.

Cullen chuckled, as he brought his other thumb to join the first. He pressed them together, drawing her aroused nub forward. His thumbs moved together gently, caressing her ever so lightly. Adalia lay all the way back, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her body. She let out a soft moan, which became a sharp gasp as she felt a new sensation she'd never experienced before. Her eyes shot open, seeing Cullen lick a small line across her clit. His eyes met her own, intense amber staring into her soul.

"Holy sweet Maker," she groaned, the back of her head banging against his desk as Cullen used his tongue to flick against her. The pleasure his mouth brought her felt unlike anything she ever imagined. His soft kissable lips wrapped around her, suckling, as he pushed two fingers into her wet core. Her hips lifted on their own accord, bringing her closer to his eager mouth. As his digits began to press in and out, stretching her, his tongue lapped against her, tasting her essence and bringing her to new heights. She shouldn't have been so shocked to discover how talented he was with his clever mouth - the Commander always brought her great pleasure. But the way his tongue felt against her, lapping and suckling with great enthusiasm … the Inquisitor had never felt anything like it.

"Cullen," she whimpered, almost sounding if she were pleading to the man on his knees before her. Her fingers found their way into his blonde curls, tugging as he continued to lap at her, as if she were a sweet to be devoured. He groaned, vibrating into her. Another ragged moan tore from her lips. His fingers never stopped their path, stroking against a spot deep inside her that made her see stars behind her eyes. Adalia's legs shook uncontrollably, growing unbearably aroused.

"That feels so good," she gasped. "Don't stop." She knew she was close, and sensed Cullen knew too. A third finger pressed into her, the stretch making her walls flutter against the invading fingers. Moans left her lips constantly now, crying out to the ceiling above. One hand kept to his hair, grasping tight at the curls between her fingers. The other joined her head, tightening at the edge of the desk until her knuckles became white. A few more precise laps of his silken tongue brought her to her end. A scream ripped from her throat as wave after wave of euphoria tore through her. His name escaped her lips in the form of a sharp cry, as her pleasure rolled over her body, crashing like a storm.

Cullen continued to nurse and feast upon her, greedily tasting every last drop she had to offer him. Adalia's eyes slowly opened, her vision blurred. She lifted her head slightly, feeling as if she had been drugged. "You … " she groaned, pushing his head away from her center as she became too sensitive to endure anymore. "You are entirely too good at that."

Cullen smirked, standing to lean over her. "How would you know, my sweet? You said you've never had a man do this for you before."

"Yes, well. I have a hunch." Adalia grinned, pulling him down to kiss his talented mouth. They were lost in one another, all lips and tongue, when the door behind him opened.

"Hey Cullen, have you seen the boss arou -" came Bull's voice, abruptly stopping the two of them dead in their tracks. "Woah, nevermind." He laughed.

"Bull, get out of here!" Adalia gasped in horror, as Cullen shielded her from his sight.

"I'm going, I'm going. You two enjoy yourselves. I know I would."

As soon as he shut the door behind him, Adalia buried her ever reddened face in her hands. "I'm going to kill him," she muttered.

"I had assumed you enjoyed being caught in the act, with what you did in the war room earlier." Cullen said, taking her hands in his.

The Inquisitor let out a sigh. "The thrill of getting caught is a little different than actually being caught. That's how things always were in the circle. I get a rush knowing someone may walk in any moment. That's entirely different than having my legs spread open in front of one of my comrades."

Cullen pulled her forward, helping her off of his desk. He cradled her face in between his hands. "You're not in the circle any more, darling. We can indulge in one another any which way you like. Be it in the war room, in a closet, in your bed, or anywhere and anyway you demand me to take you." His lips pressed against hers, and she sighed her content against him.

"Any way I liked? Oh my dear Cullen, don't give me such ideas. We will never sleep if you allow my mind to run away with me."

"We can sleep when we are no longer breathing." Cullen let out a dark chuckle. "As for tonight, I plan on having you again, and again, and again," he whispered, each time pausing to kiss her. Adalia let out a coy laugh, dashing out of his arms to climb his ladder. She had no intention of leaving his quarters that night.

The next day, both of them had reddened eyes and sore bodies. Cullen and the Inquisitor hadn't a single regret.