Cullen curses at the nobles of Orlais and gets hot and heavy with Lavellan. Smut, starting about half-way-through the chapter. Concider yourself warned.

I hope you enjoy!

Credits to FenXshiral and whom ever is responsible for the LingoJam elven DAI translator. I'm sorry if I abuse the language. Bare with me, I'm trying.

Chapter 10

Cullen was getting nervous. Anuira had been gone for the entire day and this after tirelessly working day and night to stop a qunari invasion, having half her arm brutally taken away as well as having a minor mental breakdown. It was not like her to flee for so long no matter how dire the situation became. Hide she would do, frequently, to her advisors grievance, but never had she taken off where no one could easily find her.

Cullen, worried as he was, contemplated organizing a manhunt to find her as he walked in to the stables for what must have been the hundredth time this evening. To his utter relief he was met by the sound of Tadwinks nickering grunts, snorts and huffs. He would know that sound almost anywhere. The happiness he felt washed over him in waves as he walked over to where she stood, cuddling a very content and happy frostback elk.

"I was worried." He stated in a voice hushed but warm. She turned her head to look at him with a faint apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry Cullen. I needed to gather my thoughts, in peace. I know I should have…" she broke of as Cullen raised a finger to her mouth.

"It's ok love, you've had a couple of dreadful days. But please, try to inform me with more than a stuttering stable-boy next time?" he joked half serious with a raised eyebrow, leaning in to kiss her soft lips. Anuiras arm instantly found its way around his neck and her hand ended up nestling itself in his blond curls.
Cullen couldn't help himself as he deepened the kiss, pressing her as tight as he possibly could, one hand trailing down to her behind squeezing her buttock gently. She sighed in contentment and reveled in his touch as she drew nonsense patterns along his neck.

His blood was almost boiling and he his heart pounded in his chest by the time they broke apart and judging by Anuiras heavy breathing, she was as needy as he was.

"Let me just put Tadwinks in his stall." She breathed, eyes clouded with passion as she brushed her lips to his in a faint kiss.

With the elk safely in his stall, with plenty of hay to keep him happy, they began making their way to Anuiras borrowed quarters in the upper levels of Halamshiral. They tried to make haste without being to conspicuous and they made it almost all the way before they ran into a group of nobles. They exclaimed at the sight of them and proceeded to crowd the elf with their questions and inquiries. There were accusation mixed with the questions and disappointed lectures and Cullens feelings were running rampant at the way the nobles disrespected Anuira.
As if they had the right to judge her after all she'd done for them, for all of Thedas. She had already done everything they'd ever asked and more but still they were discontent.

"Makers breath, do you vultures ever stop?" Cullen ground out through clenched teeth, glaring daggers at the nobles while gathering up the tired, dejected elf in his arms to shield her from the onslaught.

"Excuse us." he offered stiffly, emanating anger as he roughly pushed passed the pack of now disgruntled nobles who spit snide remarks after them. He felt himself snap at a comment about how someone as eligible as him fiddling around with a dirty knife ear was such a waste.

"Oh for the love of… Piss off!" he barked testily, glowering so hard one might think the nobles would catch on fire.
In his arms Anuira was shaking with effort of containing her laughter at her lover's outburst. It was so rare to hear Cullen curse and every time he did, no matter the situation Anuira always ended up giggling or laughing her butt of. Sure he could yell and glare as well as anyone but him cursing was almost none existent, being the prude he was.

Cullen turned back around and stalked the last few meters to their destination, leaving the chocked nobles to stew in their own contempt.
As the door slammed closed behind them Anuira reached up to cup Cullens cheek. He set her down on the floor while leaning in to her touch, arms still locked around her impossibly thin waist.

"You are so cute!" she exclaimed with a small giggle making Cullen flush bright red.

"Cute? Maker… I'm not a kitten…." he sulked, looking intently at their feet as he waited for his bride to be to stop her incessant snickering.

"Ar lath 'ma soun vheraan." (I love you, my strong lion.) She said, voice warm and full of sincerity after reigning in her giggling. Snaking her right hand round his waist she laid her head to his chest with a content sigh.
Cullen smiled at those words he knew so well by know, holding her tight to him before leaning down to taste her lips. Slowly their passion built and stirred them on, the kiss deepening until they were out of breath, clawing at each other's clothing.

They left a trail of clothing behind as they made their way to the bed, kissing and groping in pent up passion from days apart. Reaching the bed Cullen all but threw the dainty elf on it, making his way up her torso in a trail of hot kisses and nibbles. His hands leaving goosebumps in their wake as he trailed them softly against the silken skin of her thighs.
Anuiras body tensed, back arching into his touch, desperate to eradicate any space between them. Her breath was coming in fast shaky huffs stained with whimpers and soft moans, driving the ex-templar slowly delirious with need.
Finding her breasts he caught her nipple between his teeth, softly nipping earning him a loud gasp as her nails dug into the small of his back.

Their lips crashed once again as Cullen ghosted his hand down her side to her knee pulling it upwards slightly before trailing his hand up her inner thigh, swallowing the writhing elf's mewling as he closed in on her core.
She was bucking wildly and pressing against him, trying to hurry him along as he trailed a finger gently down her slit. The touch caused Anuira to tense as a bowstring, breaking their kiss as her head threw back and his name escaped her lips in a delicious whimper.
His fingers slipped with ease into her hot, slick core as he worked her pleasure-nub simultaneously with his thumb. Trailing the tip of his tongue along Anuiras ear, ripped a gasping cry from her lips that stroked his ego to no end.

He was usually a bumbling idiot, stumbling over his words, making a fool out of himself when he was around her. But her way of almost melting in his embrace, her response to his every touch and kiss, gave him all the confidence needed to lose himself in their passion. His uneasy self-consciousness drained from him completely.

She was grinding against him, eyes glazed over and twitching irregularly as her hand was trailing every bit of skin she could find in between kisses, gasps and groans.

Cullen couldn't bare it any more. The need to bury himself deep inside her was overwhelming and as he withdrew from her hotness she whimpered and bucked impatiently. Shuddering he aligned his length against her slick folds, pausing there to get a hold on himself. The elf was not having it. Her legs snaked around him in a vice grip and she pushed him inside her wet core in one swift movement. The movement made them both moan loudly and the ex-templar at this point was trembling with desire.

After a few careful and slow thrusts they got lost in the storm of their passion. Cullen's length bottomed out his lover with every thrust, hitting that wonderful spot inside that made her walls clench in spasms around him. He groaned her name against her lips as their pace picked up. She was clinging to him as if her life depended on it, kissing any part of him she could reach while meeting each thrusts with a flick of her hips. Desire spread like wildfire through their bodies, pooling in the pit of their gut just waiting to erupt in a tidalwave of pleasure.

She exploded in delirious waves of pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt in her hotness and roughly palmed one of her breaths, pinching and rolling her nipple with agile fingers. As her entire body convulsed with the peak of her pleasure, she called out his name as well as praise to the creators and her clenching core caused Cullen to tumble over the edge himself. Grunting her name against her neck, he emptied inside her with a few hard, erratic thrusts.

He rolled them over to put the tiny elf on top as they panted, clinging to each other, waiting for their high to where off.
It didn't take long before Cullen heard Anuiras breathing become deep and even and her body went limp and heavier. He smiled to himself and wondered how in the blazes she'd been able to keep her eyes open during their tryst.
He shifted out from under his wife to be to get hold of the covers, pulling them up over them as he lay back down at her side to revel in her closeness. As he slipped one arm over her waist she snuggled up against him in her sleep, sighing contently as she felt his warmth against her skin.

"You are amazing." Cullen mumbled as he kissed her temple before closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep.