Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to get this up! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I seriously don't own anything, if I did I would put way more sex scenes in the game ^_^

The inquisitor's eyes widened as she stared at the page in her hands. She squinted her eyes and widened them, as if she expected the picture to change.

Cullen could feel his skin staining itself red. He wished he could disappear, like Cole often did. In fact, he wished that he could just snap his fingers and make her forget.

Unfortunately for him, he was not as lucky as Cole. There were no do-overs for him.

She held out the page and turned it towards him, "C-Cullen," she breathed, a small smile pulling at her lips.

Cullen looked at the page and saw that it was the picture of her sitting on her throne, her shirt completely unbuttoned and a seductive smirk on her face.

Internally, he sighed with relief. At least it was one of the more tame ones.

He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a series of stammers and unintelligible words that even he couldn't decipher.

"You too?" she asked.

He stared at her in confusion for a few moments before he cleared his throat. "Uhm," he began, trying desperately to sound calm, "what?"

She sighed and looked back down at the page before she came to stand just on the other side of his desk. "Leliana showed me a bunch of these a while ago, apparently they're very popular in Fereldan." he tried desperately to read her expression, but just couldn't get anything from it.

"And, um, what do you….?" She quirked up an eyebrow at him as the faintest smirk crossed her lips.

"What do I think of them?" she finished for him. He fought the urge to rub the back of his neck as he took his seat behind his desk in an attempt to hide the bulge in his pants which was seemingly undaunted by the current situation. He just nodded in response, not trusting his voice.

She held the page up in front of her at eye level. He could see through the thin paper at the vision of her bare breasts. "Well," she began in a somewhat lower, enticing voice, "at first I thought they were disgusting." She said as she peeked at him from behind the page.

Seeing that his breathing was just the slightest bit labored, she gave him a full smirk. "But," she said, placing the page on his desk, turning it in his direction as she slowly pushed it towards him. He struggled with the urge to look down at the picture as it came to its resting spot before him. "I think I like them a bit better now," her voice was low and seductive, "knowing that you're looking at them."

A wicked smile pulled at her full lips as she slowly walked around his desk. "What were you doing with your drawer when I walked in?"

His stomach dropped as she reached out for the drawer handle. As her fingers wound around it, his own shot out and pushed the drawer closed as she tried to open it. "Cullen…?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

His mouth went dry as he tried to speak, "You really don't want to-"

"Why?" she asked plainly. She tried again to open the drawer, but the strength of his grip was overpowering.

He had no answer for her, and when she realized this, she released her grip on the drawer and turned towards him. Once he felt her fingers relinquish their hold on the handle, he dropped his hand.

And all in one movement, she made one of his dreams, and nightmares come true.

She swung her leg over his hips and gripped his shoulders as she lowered herself onto him. He pressed his back harshly against the back of the chair as she wrapped her hands behind his neck. She relished in the feeling of the fur of his cloak on her skin.

He was frozen. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, and couldn't even form coherent thoughts. His face was surely crimson by now, he all he was really focused on was the feeling of her straddling him.

She rocked against him ever so gently, and she smiled widely when she felt him, rock hard and ready against her.

She leaned in to him and let her lips just barely brush over his ear. She purred appreciatively before she spoke, "How long were you staring at this, Commander?"

His hands, completely of their own accord, wound themselves around her hips and held her against him tightly. He cursed his armor for robbing him of the sensation of her breasts pressed against his chest.

Suddenly, her words registered, and he cleared his throat briefly, "I-I wasn't." he said, barely over a whisper. It was the truth. He hadn't been staring at it.

Well, not that one.

She laughed as she leaned back to stare into his eyes, "It certainly feels like you were." She unlaced her hands and ran her fingers down his arms, clawing at his muscles appreciatively. She almost pouted when her hands hit the cold metal of his gauntlets.

She stared at his lips before she began to dip her head, achingly slowly, toward his. He could feel her breath ghost past his lips as he waited for her to make contact.

In a flash, her right hand was gone from his arm, and her face disappeared from in front of him.

She turned in her seat and grabbed the drawer nob, swiftly opening it and peeking inside. She grabbed a few of the messily strewn pages that lay within. She pulled them out and turned so that she was now sitting on one of his thighs, her legs crossed, her back pressed against him, and her head nestled into his shoulder.

Cullen's eyes were wide with shock. He hadn't thought her capable of moving with such speed.

He hadn't thought of her as being this wicked, either.

She held the pages up in front of them. "Hmm," she purred appreciatively, "it seems you have quite the collection."

"T-they aren't mine!" he said, his thoughts desperately trying to collect themselves as her scent enveloped him. He was positively aching for her now.

"Yes, they aren't yours, they're just in your drawer, in your desk, in your office-"

He clamped his hands down on the arms of his chair to keep them from wandering over her body. "I confiscated them from the barracks." He managed to say.

"And yet," she continued as she held up a picture, depicting her laying down on a bed of sheets, her hair perfectly cascading across the bed, with one of her hands gripping the long hair of a woman who had her face buried between the inquisitor's legs, "you kept them."

She held the one page directly in front of his face, "What do you think of this one?" she said as if she were asking which drapery looked best in the main hall.

"I don't-" he began, but she purposefully moved her hip against him, stroking his cock through his pants. A quiet moan escaped his lips as his hands grabbed her hips roughly, holding her in place.

Suddenly, the sound of a wings flapping and a bird's squawk sounded behind them. "Commander," she said in a breathless voice as she turned to look at him, "you have a message."

And just like that, she stood and pulled away from him. He rested the back of his head against his chair and breathed in deeply as he tried to regain any tiny bit of self-control. How she could tease him like this so casually was beyond him.

She retrieved the message and paced to the front of his desk. "It seems that Cassandra is calling a meeting at the war table." She said smugly. "I'll tell them that you are temporarily delayed." She stared at him with lust filled eyes. "Oh, and Commander?"

"Yes, inquisitor?" he said in his best attempt at a normal voice.

"Do let me know which one is your favorite, hmm?"

Maker, this woman…

He cleared his throat, and was all too happy to oblige her request. "Y-yes, inquisitor." And with that, she turned on her heels and strode out.

Leaving him with images of her strewn all over his desk, and a particularly painful problem between his legs.