Sarliah was exhausted. The trip to the Storm Coast was a long one. She cleared out a mine full of red templars with her squad and she finally arrived back at Skyhold. All she wanted was to take a nap with her favorite ex-templar. Sarliah sluggishly made her way through the tavern, climbing the stairs towards her goal. When she reached the door to his office, she could hear him guiding his troops even through the heavy wood. She silently slipped in and leaned her back against the wall.
"Rylen. You and your men are to guide the caravan to the Hinterlands. There is a large stockpile of weapons in the caravan, so be focused," Cullen commanded, his eye catching on his lover's. "As for the rest of you, you're on mining duty. We need at least crates 50 Dawnstone by the end of the month. Dismissed."
The troops shuffled out, leaving only Sarliah and Cullen. She swayed over to him, putting her chest close to his. He wrapped his arms around her form, enveloping her small frame.
"I'm so pleased to see that you have returned, love," he whispered softly. "How did your trip go?
"Well, my sweet," she replied, nestling her face into his shoulder, her hair falling gently over both of them. "We kicked many red templars into oblivion." Cullen delicately raised her chin and pressed his lips to hers.
"Fantastic," he muttered. His rough voice made her melt after being away for so long. Sarliah's desire to dream with her lover grew. She gracefully placed a thin finger on his chest and looked into his striking, golden eyes.
"I hope you're not busy," she told him. "I have plans to claim you for the night." He shook his head and allowed himself to be pulled by his small elven girlfriend to her quarters. Her room was much larger and had an intact roof, so they preferred to spend their nights there. Varric yelled after them as they passed through the grand hall.
"Don't get into too much trouble, kids." Sarliah only winked in reply, eager to sleep. They climbed the final set of stairs. They were both relieved to be out of view of the rest of Skyhold, to finally be alone. Cullen stripped off his many layers of armor while Sarliah eased into her bed. It was covered in soft, warm furs and was much more comfortable than Cullen's bed. She often wondered how he could stand sleeping in there and congratulated herself for convincing him to stay with her most nights. When he was in his most comfortable state, Cullen joined his partner, laying on his side to squeeze her from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as they drifted into slumber.