"Blessed Andraste's tits it hot out." Iron Bull slid an amused glance at the Dwarf leaning on the ramparts beside him. "Why the hell are you up here Tiny?" Bull gave him a shrug.

"It's a nice day, and I was just taking in the…" He looked down at the training ring below. He frowned. "Sights." He sighed and brought a hand up to scrub at his face. That woman was going to be the death of him. She was down in the training ring with Cullen and a few of his men, learning how to use a sword. She was having one hell of a time with it and they were just using practice weapons. Every time she swung she stepped too far in. Put too much weight on just one foot and either lost her balance and stumbled, or outright toppled head over heels into the dust.

She had just done the former of the two when Varric piped in, "I'm sure you're not the only one." The Dwarf chuckled at Bull's immediate scowl. He was right though. Fool woman had gotten it into her head that since it was a nice slow day, the training didn't have to wait. She was determined to be useful in other ways than just as a mage. So she'd dragged the commander, and a few of his best men and women down to the training ground in the courtyard.

They'd all started in light padded armor. Started being the key word. As the morning had progressed, and as things in the arena had heated, slowly but surely, each of them was stripping off as much as was decent, and the damned Inquisitor was no different. Ignoring Varric's smug grin Bull narrowed his eye on the ring. Adaar was on the ground, flat on her back. Cullen was in the ring with her, and had apparently done a good job at blocking her latest advance. He was saying something to her, and by the scowl on her face as she stared up at the sky from her place on the ground, she was not amused. Her face was covered in sweat and dirt, her hair was falling out of its loosely knotted bun.

She looked disheveled and delicious. Bull's eye drifted lower, he clenched a hand on the wall he was leaning on. She had stripped down to nothing more than her form fitting undershirt and a pair of soft gray trousers. Both were covered in dirt. What attracted his attention, and ire, was the deep cut of that too tight shirt. The deep dip of her cleavage was clearly visible, the bindings underneath her shirt doing nothing but pushing them up for all to see, and they were seeing.

Adaar had rolled on to one knee at this point, she had braced a hand on the ground to push herself up, she was turned towards Cullen who had suddenly gone quite. Bull's gaze followed his. He heard a creak from the stone underneath his fingers. He didn't bother to let go. The blonde bastard lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck as his face turned so red Bull could see it from here. One of the male soldiers behind the commander turned to another and whispered in his ear, cause the other one to glace towards the Inquisitor, who had now regained her feet and was glaring at her wooden sword. The man grinned.

Bull had had enough. Prying his fingers from the wall, he turned and swept around Varric who merely smiled and leaned in to get a better look at the proceedings. Bull took the stairs two at a time, but when he reached the bottom he took his time getting to the sparring ring. As he approached he noticed Krem and a couple of his other Chargers had joined the crowd around the ring. They must have noticed him coming from a mile away. They knew this was going to be good. Or bad. Either worked. Adaar was blocking a few of Cullen's harder blows at this point. Bull could admire her defensive stance, which at least she was good at. As he sidled up to the wooden fence surrounding the ring, he saw her grimace when Cullen lunged forward, his sword slamming into hers with enough force to send them both banging into her breast bone. She gave a mighty heave that sent the Commander backwards. If he had been a lesser swordsman he would have stumbled, even though Adaar was a mage, she was still Qunari, and just as tall as the commander. Physical strength was inevitable.

At this range Bull could see the sweat dripping from the both of them. He paid close attention to one particular droplet that had worked its way down Adaar's neck and was sliding slowly down her collar bone. Bull groaned inwardly. If he saw it that meant everyone could see it. She and Cullen had separated, Bull took the moment to interrupt.

"Commander." Cullen's eyes jerked to Bull, his face flushed. He straightened and let his sword drop.

"Bull." Cullen motioned around the ring. "Here to cut in?"

Bull glanced in Adaar's direction. She caught his look and her face flamed bright red. It had been two days since their encounter under the stairs. He was sure she didn't really remember what happened. Her covert looks and quick blushes hinted more that she believed it had been a naughty dream, brought on by too much drink. That was fine by him, he'd caught her a time or two staring at him, he eyes glossy and cheeks pink. When she had noticed he was looking back she had glowed even brighter and stammered any excuse she could to withdraw from his immediate viewing area.

"Of course, I need a few good hits, and she needs a willing practice dummy." He gave the milling crowd a look. "Won't be much fun to watch I'm afraid, I'm sure you all have much better things to do." Almost instantaneously most started to drift away, others grabbed a fellow and took them off on some "duty" they'd forgotten. Bull eyed Krem and his Chargers from across the ring. Krem smiled and shook his head before he turned, waving the others away with him.

He turned to the commander, who in turn looked at Adaar and nodded his head. "Until next time Avyanna." With that he turned on his heel, placing his sword in a bucket outside of the ring before exiting out of sight.

Bull turned and faced Adaar, she was still red, but she had regained her composure and she was looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"That was rude Bull. It's been so quiet lately, what was wrong with them spending some free time enjoying a sparring match?" She grinned. "Especially when it can be so fun to watch your leader get her rump kicked into the ground."Bull ignored her question, instead going for one of his own, "So you and the commander are on a first name basis?" He smacked his chest with his fist and motioned for her to advance. Adaar raised a brow at him but raised her sword. She took a few quick steps forward and swung, slamming the wooden weapon into his abdomen. Bull grunted at the sting.

"Cullen and I are friends." She hauled back to swing again. Another smack. This one harder. "Not everyone insists on calling me by my last name or title." Another hit, this one on his chest. Bull stared at her.

"Hey, you don't have to defend anything to me boss." He made his tone deliberately snide. He saw her fingers clench the pommel seconds before she landed a stinging swing to his side. He let out a whoosh of breath and tightened his muscles.

"I'm not defending anything..." She huffed. "Nothing to defend." Her eyes narrowed on him as she pulled back. "And definitely no reason to defend it to YOU." She grimaced, cheeks darkening before she took a jab at his belly. "Even if there were something to defend." Bull caught the sword before the tip landed, much too low for his personal comfort, on his belly.

"You're getting flustered boss." He shoved the sword back, making her stumble. She gasped as she caught herself, and when she had steadied and turned her eyes on him, they blazed. Her blush was gone entirely now. She was getting pissed. Good. He slapped his own chest again.

"Try the convincing again, maybe I'll believe you." Her eyes widened a fraction before they slitted dangerously, but instead of going for him again she straightened and let her weapon fall to her side.

"I don't have to convince you of anything you ass. " She tossed her weapon to the side and turned to walk out of the 'd been waiting for just this moment. With her back turned to him, Bull rushed her, she gasped when he grabbed both of her arms, yanking them behind her. She bucked wildly trying to use her leverage to either flip him over her or probably just wiggle loose. From his new position behind her Bull swept her legs from underneath her. They tumbled to the ground and he did not try to maneuver them so he would take the brunt of the fall. Her let her land first. Her grunt of pain was almost satisfying. She was still for a long moment. Her face pressed to the ground, hands still captured between then.

Then she burst into action. She kicked and bucked her hips violently. Bull slid one of his hands out from between them and braced it on the ground.

"You sneaky little…" She gasped as Bull used one of his legs to pin one of hers. She continued to kick the other one until he wrapped his own leg around it, effectively stopping her movements. Bull did not miss the way her ass was cupped into his hips, that after all, was exactly what he had wanted. Pressing her the way that he was, she could only turn her head to side glare at him. She tried to free her hands and he tightened his grip. She winced.

"You don't turn your back on an opponent Avyanna." He bent his arm to lean low, whispering it into her ear. She writhed in his grasp. It was all he could do not to moan as she bumped her hips hard back into him.

"Bull…" She gritted between her teeth. "Let. Me. GO." She wiggled again and Bull had to bite his cheek to keep from gasping. "You have absolutely no right to…" She subsided for a moment, but she didn't fool him. He purposefully relaxed his grip. Almost as soon as he did she blew up against him. He waited it out, holding tightly. When she was gasping in breaths beneath him he leaned in again. This time shoving his hips forward into her splayed legs. She gasped, her head bucking backwards so fast that he had to jerk back to avoid the metal tips of her horns.

"Get off! You have no right to care about whom I talk to…spar with…am...interested in." She punctuated each with an ever weakening twist of her body. Bull just held himself above her. Letting her try. When she had calmed again Bull pulsed his hips against her again, making sure she was fully aware of all the power he had over her. This time she gave him a moan. Bull reveled in the soft sound. He continued his soft pulsing thrusts. To anyone looking out at them, they wouldn't be noticeable, it would just look like he had the poor Inquisitor in a hold that she was too proud to uncle out of.

"I have notright?" He said softly, again leaning into her ear. The pointed little tip twitched when his breath fell on it, and his hips jerked involuntarily in response. Covering it quickly, he resumed his soft thrusts, adding in a slow slide of his covered cock up and down her center.

His teeth found her ear and he nibbled. Adaar groaned. "It would seem to me that I have every right." He bumped her harder with his hips and she gasped.

"Tell me…" He intoned softly. "Does the commander's cock intrigue like mine does?" He bumped her again and she wiggled helplessly against him. At her silence he tightened his grip on her wrists. Before she could reply though, he released her. He disentangled himself and she flopped unceremoniously to the ground. She sputtered as she spit the dirt from her mouth. Bull stood and watched as she rolled to sit up on her bottom.

She was staring at him, eyes wide. He didn't smile at her, though he was grinning wickedly on the inside. Her breasts were covered in dirt now, and she was completely disheveled. She looked like she'd just been fucked on the ground. Bull shifted on his feet, which drew Adaar's gaze down. If possible her eyes doubled in size. Her cheeks flamed and her gaze shot up to his. He watched her throat work as she swallowed. He lifted an eyebrow, but as she opened her mouth to speak he lifted a hand.

"When you're ready to find out." She snapped her mouth closed so hard he heard her teeth click. Her eyes narrowed as she shot back into action, trying to get up.

"Come and find me." He left her then, struggling in the dirt and seething.