Lady Pentaghast moves to the dresser in their quarters gathering together the resources that she is going to need to complete the job at hand, she wraps the white cotton sheet tighter around her body tucking the end in to hold it closed. The Seeker picks up the small bowl and wooden box that she is going to need, she glances over her shoulder at the Inquisitor who is sat waiting for her on their bed. She sees he is sat with his back resting against the wooden head board with a sheet of his own draped over his otherwise naked waist, highlighting his tanned skin.
"Do I need anything else?" Cassandra asks him as she turns to face him, she watches him shuffle in the place that he is sitting up further.
"Maybe just a towel" Lord Trevelyan replies settling his eyes on her before letting them trail down the bare skin he can see. "In case you make a mess" The Inquisitor adds licking his bottom lip. Cassandra bites her own bottom lip thinking what a completely perfect sight she has before her, he was impressive in his armour but even more so out of it.
"I wont make a mess," Lady Pentaghast snorts receiving a smile from him as she approaches the bed. "Move down here" The Seeker adds pointing to a space on the bed she wants him to be positioned.
"Don't cut me," The Inquisitor says as Cassandra sees him start to look anxious, she places the wooden box and the bowl down on the blanket, watching him as he discards his sheet and moves so he is further down the bed. "Be careful," He adds fixing his eyes on her. The Seeker chuckles and reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder, using him to help her climb onto the bed and over him to straddle his lap.
"I wont cut you" The Seeker replies settling with him between her thighs, she feels him slide his hands down her back and come to rest on her hips. "I wont hurt you, I promise" Cassandra says again leaning forward to press her lips against his cheek. She feels him slide his hands underneath the sheet that she has wrapped around her, trying to make her as naked as he is. "Hands off or you'll distract me" The Seeker moves her mouth to press a soft kiss against the edge of his lips.
"So you need to foam the soap first," The Inquisitor says quietly nodding towards the small bowl she has brought with her to their bed. "Make sure its thick enough to stick" He adds watching her glance down at the soap that is waiting for her, Cassandra closes her eyes and sighs quietly when he slides his hands up her sides to her shoulders. He was going to get cut at this rate.
"Just hold still.." Cassandra mumbles slapping the Inquisitors hands down from her shoulders as she lifts her hips, letting him cross his legs beneath her so he is comfortable. She settles back into his lap again, wrapping her legs around his waist. He opens his mouth to reply receiving a cool look from the Seeker, so he quickly closes it again. Cassandra leans over to reach for the bowl that sits waiting; she brings it up to rest on her thigh so that she can access it. "If you move I'll do it wrong.." Cassandra says again as the Inquisitor ignores her warning and places his hands on her hips again.
"Are you sure you've done this before?" The Inquisitor asks giving her a lopsided smile when he feels her try and wriggle away from his hands and concentrate on what she is doing. Cassandra picks up the round headed brush that sits in the wooden box at the other side of her and places it into the bowl.
"All the time" The Seeker looks back at him giving him a reassuring smile. "How hard can it be?" She asks dipping her head to press her mouth to his making him smile against her lips.
"Really, really hard" Lord Trevelyan replies wrapping his arms around her body pulling her flush against him, Cassandra considers fighting his advances for a moment but then decides his hands and mouth feel too good to be stopping him. The Seeker sighs when he brings a hand up to her hair, deepening the kiss.
"I can tell" The Seeker giggles trying to untangle herself from him and ignoring his naked and demanding body beneath her, they were never going to get this done if he kept kissing her like that. "Foam the soap.." Cassandra mumbles beginning to swirl the brush around the bowl creating a thick white foam, she lifts the brush out of the bowl holding it up for him to inspect.
"Foamy" The Inquisitor smirks making her smile.
"Is this good enough for you My Lord?" Lady Pentaghast asks watching him lick his bottom lip again as if he didn't have any idea at all what that did to her wanting him. When the Inquisitor nods she dips the brush back into the soap covering it completely with the thick white substance. "Now where does it go?" She asks making him shake his head.
"You watch me shave all the time Cassandra" The Inquisitor says wrapping his hand around her wrist pulling it towards his face, he begins directing where she should dab the foam on his chin and cheeks.
"I like it" The Seeker says giving him an innocent smile. "I enjoy watching you" Cassandra adds doing a large blob of foam on his throat when he lets go of her wrist and returns it to her hip. "But I'm not paying attention to where you are putting it, I just enjoy that you are usually undressed when you do it" Lady Pentaghast smiles again. "Here?"
"Don't spill it" The Inquisitor warns her taking hold of her wrist again as she starts dropping drips of soap all over them. "More here.." The Inquisitor says again bringing his other hand up to point to his throat. "You need to make sure this is well covered so I don't get cut," He adds as Cassandra continues to trail the brush over his neck and throat. She leans in to place her mouth against a spot she is yet to soap making him groan.
"Now what?" Lady Pentaghast asks playing dumb, the Inquisitor just laughs shaking his head. "Hold still" She says again feeling him move his hands onto her thighs, she reaches for the wooden box again taking hold of the blade he uses.
"I'm holding still" Lord Trevelyan replies trying to rub the soap off of his lips that she has carelessly spread around, with the back of his hand. "Go slow" The Inquisitor, says again. "Go slow Cass" He says grabbing her wrist when she holds the blade up in front of his face.
"This was your idea" Cassandra whispers bringing her thumb up to remove a trace of soap from his bottom lip, this only adds to her want to have her lips there instead "I know you trust me, so what's the problem?" The Seeker adds raising an eyebrow at him.
"We are very domesticated don't you think?" The Inquisitor gives her his best smile making her giggle. "I trust you," He adds cupping her cheek in his hand. "I've never had this with anyone before" He drops his eyes looking embarrassed all of a sudden.
"I've seen you be shaved by hundreds of men, Inquisitor" Cassandra giggles again receiving a snort from her lover as he drops his hands wondering why he even bothers sometimes. "Every time we head to a city with a barber you are laid out in that chair before we even get our bearings" The Seeker laughs again, in truth her Inquisitor almost always had a bit of a scruff and she loved it. She much preferred him after a couple of days on a mission when he was a little rugged and his face felt warm beneath her mouth from the sun, but he had to look presentable to a clean shave and a haircut was in order.
"Don't be unkind to me" Lord Trevelyan sighs when she grabs hold of his hand again returning it to her cheek. "I'm trying to be sincere.." The Inquisitor says shaking his head slightly. "I meant I've never had this with someone before.. I have passed time with many women" Lord Trevelyan smirks making the Seeker frown.
"Do not continue," She says flatly thinking he should be glad she didn't have the blade against his throat when he started talking about his previous strumpets.
"Cassandra" The Inquisitor laughs cupping her face in both his hands so she can't avoid his eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, its different with you.. I would have run a mile if you told me I would ever voluntarily give my heart and whole self to one woman. I would never have imagined being like this with anyone.. Domesticated feels right, everything with you feels right. This is all really new to me" Lord Trevelyan shakes his head when he sees she has another smart remark on the tip of her tongue, she sighs giving into the fact that he is being so sweet to her as always. This was all very new to her too.
"I love you" Cassandra sighs giving up the idea of giving him a sarcastic response like she sometimes did when she felt overwhelmed, she sees the Inquisitor smile more than satisfied with her response. "This is all new to me too.." Lady Pentaghast leans forward to press a gentle kiss against his forehead trying to avoid his foamed face.
"I love you, more" The Inquisitor smiles making her shake her head; it was impossible that he did. The Seeker had never had this before either, she was completely and utterly wrapped up in this man and the love she felt for him. "You make me so happy" He adds leaning down to kiss her again not caring she he might get soap on her face.
"I haven't done this before, I lied" Cassandra announces pulling away from his mouth before she decided to throw him to the bed and forget all about him having a smooth face, she watches the Inquisitor laugh and place both his hands on her back.
"I have seen you with a blade, Seeker. I know you know which end is the sharp one" Lord Trevelyan looks at her again and then to the blade in her hand. "Go slow" He says again giving her a nod. "Shave down" The Inquisitor adds watching as she leans forward again focusing her eyes on his chin.
"Do not move" Cassandra says quietly placing her hand on his head holding him still, she brings the blade into contact with his skin gently moving it through the foam and through his stubble.
"Don't poke me in the eye" The Inquisitor grumbles when she moves her hand to direct his face so she can see what she is doing, The Inquisitor lets out a laugh when he sees the small tip of her pink tongue hanging from the side of her mouth when she concentrates. "You are adorable," He laughs making her snort again.
"Be quiet" The Seeker huffs placing her hand on his forehead tilting his head back so she can get closer to the space beneath his nose. Cassandra narrows her eyes trying to focus on a particularly tricky area below his bottom lip. "This is so easy" She mutters turning his face to the side again with her finger, she watches him swallow hard when she draws the blade across his jaw line. "Henry will hardly recognise you, you will look so handsome" The Seeker gives him a smile that he returns, his brother was due anytime and the Inquisitor wanted to look presentable when he greeted him at the gates of Skyhold.
"It has been a while" The Inquisitor replies trying to keep his head as still as he can when she lifts his chin to get underneath it. "I'm a different person now" He adds looking down his nose to see what she is doing.
"You are still the sweet man I've always known you to be" Cassandra replies using her finger to turn his head from side to side checking that she hasn't missed anywhere on his face and just has under his neck to do. "My sweet Inquisitor" The Seeker adds with a smile.
"But I'm not the boy he knew anymore.. I'm the Inquisitor; I have a lot of people depending on me. I'm going to be your husband.. A father.. I wasn't any of those things before I met you. I want him to see that I'm more than I used to be" The Inquisitor says with a wishful sigh. "I'm someone now, someone important.. Someone that needs to take care of the people he loves. I'm not a spoilt noble and I hope he knows I'm going to make a difference like he did" Lord Trevelyan says again.
"No matter who you think you are now, or who you have relying on you, he is still your brother and is proud of you" Cassandra leans over to wipe the blade on the sheet that he had over him, clearing it of the foam she has already removed. "You are more than he would have dreamed you'd ever be Ashton and I don't think you have to worry about him not seeing the greatness in you" The Seeker adds turning her attention back to his face.
Cassandra brings her hand up to his face gently stroking her thumb over a spot on his jaw that she has already done, she looks into his face wondering what it must be like to always be comparing yourself to an older sibling, especially an older sibling that everyone placed on a pedestal. She knew Lord Trevelyan loved his brother and worshipped the ground he walked on, but she wondered if he would ever think himself good enough to stand at his side.
"Almost done?" The Inquisitor asks biting his bottom lip again.
"Almost My Lord Inquisitor" The Seeker replies leaning back from him so she can get a better look. "Lift your head and do not move," She adds as he tilts his head up again giving her access to his throat, she feels him freeze beneath her placing his hands on her thighs again. "Nice and slow" Cassandra whispers as she places the blade against the soft skin of his throat and begins drawing it up creating a smooth cutting sound as she shaves away the hairs.
She sees his adams apple bob beneath her blade almost holding his breath in fear of moving and being cut by her and the razor sharp edge. The Seeker leans closer watching the stubble gather, mixed in with the soap on the blade as she carefully works down his throat until she thinks she has managed to get it all, she gives another small drag of the blade until she is sure she finished.
"I think I'm done" Lady Pentaghast announces removing the razor from his throat wiping it again on the sheet, she places it back in the wooden box and out of harms way when he brings his hands up to his neck checking that his head is still attached to his body.
"Nice and smooth" The Inquisitor smirks "No fatal injuries.. No blood, I think you did well," He adds bringing both his hands to his face feeling for cuts. "Thank you love" He says leaning forward to capture her mouth with his, The Seeker wraps her arms around his neck tightening her legs at his waist. The Inquisitor slides his hands under her sheet again feeling more relaxed now she doesn't have something sharp in her hands.
"Go look in the mirror" Cassandra sighs trying to pull herself away from him, she reluctantly unwraps her arms and legs letting him climb out from under her and swing his legs over the edge of the bed. She watches him stand up enjoying the lovely view of his naked back as he walks across their bedroom floor to the mirror.
"All vital facial features still present" The Inquisitor laughs rubbing his hands on his cheeks and neck again, Cassandra watches him rub his chest with his hand without thinking.
"How did you get to be so beautiful?" Cassandra sighs watching him inspect his face closer, checking under his nose and along his jaw. She sees him shake his head at her comment, anyone that looked at him agreed but he didn't see it. "Don't be so modest," The Seeker adds with a smile. Her lover was every inch of him, perfect.
"Our children will be beautiful and that will all be down to you" The Inquisitor chuckles looking over his shoulder at her. "Maybe I just have a good lineage," He adds giving her a smile.
"Well I know how handsome Henry is" The Seeker gives him her own grin when he looks confused. "I saw a picture of him, you look a lot like him," She adds as he turns back to the mirror again, hoping that he wont start asking too many questions about where she saw his picture.
"I guess there are some similarities" Lord Trevelyan shrugs at that idea, if he couldn't see his finest points naturally himself he probably wouldn't see much of himself in his hero either.
"I personally think I have the best looking Trevelyan of the three" Cassandra giggles until she sees his shoulders sink slightly at her words. "I mean out of you and Henry.." She adds not wanting to ruin his mood with any mention of the third brother.
"Well good, I wouldn't want to think you would swoon in his very presence" The Inquisitor smirks and steps away from the mirror. "I'd like to think it will always be our bed you'd be wanting to be in" He laughs.
"He's too old for me" The Seeker giggles again seeing his shoulders shake with his own laughter, she knew that she was closer to his brothers age than his, but she still knew she had the best one.
"Can you pass me that balm?" He adds looking over his shoulder to her, he watches her spot it on the dresser that he is stood next to further away from her than him.
"Have you lost the use of your limbs?" The Seeker snorts folding her arms as if to say she isn't going to be doing anything of the sort. "You can reach it from there" Cassandra huffs at him making him smile, he loved riling her up.
"Why don't you come here.. I'll let you check" The Inquisitor says turning to face her flashing her the smile that made her heart want to burst.
"I'm fine over here" The Seeker replies watching as the Inquisitor reaches for the bottle of moisturiser. "See, that wasn't so hard" She adds as his eyes meet hers, she watches him flick the top of the bottle of letting some of it drip onto the palm of his hand. "If anything you should come over here.." Cassandra adds her eyes fixed on him.
"Should I?" The Inquisitor asks with a small shrug of his shoulders, he brings his hands together rubbing his palms against each other distributing the cream evenly between his fingers. "Come here.." He says again licking his bottom lip before bringing his hands up to his face, smoothing the balm into the skin that she has just shaved.
"Why are you being so bossy?" Cassandra huffs again making him laugh, it was always the other way round and he always let her get her own way.
"I'm the Inquisitor" Lord Trevelyan smiles as he brings his hands together again getting more lotion on his fingers and palms, he places his hands on his shoulders rubbing them down his chest slowly as he sets his eyes on hers. "Don't you want to help me?" He asks tilting his head at his question watching her try to avoid his gaze making him chuckle. "You are supposed to be my advisor and my most trusted aid" The Inquisitor rubs his hands down his arms before moving his hands back to his chest, slowly sliding them down to his stomach glancing up to see her eyes moving with his hands.
"You are so.." Cassandra whines annoyed at her sweet Inquisitor and his completely ridiculously enticing ways.
"I know, Seeker" The Inquisitor replies with a smile when he watches her discard her own white sheet and climb off of the bed to approach him, standing before him as naked as he is. He takes hold of her hand drawing her closer to him so he can duck his head to press his mouth to hers, the Seeker sighs when he pulls her flush against his body and begins rubbing the lotion into her hips. She wraps her arms around his neck not even caring that he'd used the 'I'm the Inquisitor' card on her, once again.