Chapter 11: Romancing Cassandra
The path was lined with flowers. Not just any flowers, either, but a rare kind of Dalish flower that Cassandra remembered mentioning briefly that she liked. The red and blue hues were lit up by candles, in little clusters of three, that also lined the way to the glade.
And then, that voice. That soft, calm, but wonderful voice Cassandra had come to enjoy hearing. But, what was he saying?
"On aching branch do blossoms grow, the wind a hallowed breath.
It carries the scent of honeysuckle, sweet as the Lover's kiss.
It brings the promise of more tomorrows, of sighs and whispered bliss."
"You chose that for your poem?" Cassandra asked, trying to hide her smile and failing utterly.
"You don't like it?" Obsinion asked, a bit worried.
"Carmenum Di Amatus. I thought this one was banned." She took the book from him, re-opening it to the poem he'd been reading and leaning on a nearby tree.
"His lips on mine speak words not voiced, a prayer.
Which travels down my spine like flames that shatter night.
His eyes reflect the heaven's stars, the Maker's light.
My body opens, filled and blessed, my spirit there."
Obsinion leaned against her back, his breath tickling her ear as he read the last line.
"Not merely housed in flesh, but brought to life."
Cassandra looked at him, softly closing the book.
"Shall we read another?" Obsinion asked. He was suddenly grabbed by Cassandra and dragged down to the ground, her soft lips kissing his with heated passion.
Her hands were quick, opening the buttons of his shirt while he made short work of her chest armor and tunic that was hidden underneath. His pants went somewhere on a bush, and the same with her's moments later. All the while, they kept kissing each other, letting their hands wander.
Obsinion was honestly surprised by the fact that Cassandra had rather nice breasts. Just over a handful each, they were soft, warm, just like the woman beneath him. "Oh, Cassandra." he moaned as he kissed her again and again.
Cassandra moaned, nipping at his long ears as he kissed her neck. Her hips rutted up against him, gasping when she felt his nice endowment pressed against her inner thigh.
Obsinion didn't even have to really ask. He just looked her in the eyes, and they seemed to understand where this was all going. Carefully, he pressed himself against her soft folds, and Cassandra clung to him as he pierced her. There was a moments pause while they adjusted, and then, he just gently, tried to be so gentle with her. Didn't last long, as Cassandra wrapped her legs around his slender hips and breathed, "More", in his ear.
So Obsinion did as asked. He picked up speed, kissing her and nipping her neck, and letting her nip his neck, and her nails were digging into his back and . . .
. . . and he unloaded all his cum into her soft body, at about the same time she moaned in ecstasy. They lay down together in the soft grass, cuddling and basking in the afterglow of some good, fine sex.
"They will say one of two things about me in later years." said Cassandra, after a while.
"Oh?"
"That I was the one who stood beside one of the Heralds of Andraste, his friend and lover. Or they will say that I was led astray by the whiles of an Elven madman." She leaned up on his shoulder, her grey eyes looking into his purple.
"And what do you believe?" Obsinion asked.
"I believe that you are wonderful." Cassandra said. "And that you can do anything. And it frightens me. I will not let Corypheus take you from me."
"And he won't take you from me, either." said Obsinion, putting his arm around her.
Cassandra rolled on top of him, a playful smirk on her face. She wasn't about to let once be all they were going to do.
And so, to the flickering of candles drowning in their wax, the pair continued to make love.
Obsinion woke with a start the next morning to find his clothes all across the glade and a naked Cassandra by his side. And a feeling of bliss and slight dread in the pit of his stomach.
He'd done it. Gone through with it and screwed the Seeker. In his defense, she had instigated it. In her defense, he had lured her out with flowers, candles, and poetry. And now that he had time to think on it, he realized the poem he'd picked could have been a bit more romantic.
"Thinking, Love?" asked Cassandra from beside him.
"What are we going to tell Faize?"
"The truth. You chose me, and I chose you." She stood, letting Obsinion get a nice view of that peach-colored ass while she picked her clothes off the bushes. "Besides, he was pursuing Iron Bull, wasn't he?"
"True." Obsinion replied, getting up.
Cassandra looked down at his waist, blinking. "Want to take care of that before we return?" she asked.
Obsinion looked down, not sure why he was suddenly embarrassed. "If you wa . . !" He was knocked over, and the lovemaking resumed right where it had left off: hot and passionate.
Thus, it was well into the day when the pair walked back into Skyhold, only to notice the tension around them.
"What is it?" asked Obsinion.
"The War Council needs to speak." said Leliana. "Now."
