Warning: This story is rated mature.
Note: All characters and dialogue from the game are owned by BioWare.
Sorry that this has taken so long to write. I've had an extreme case of writer's block. Hopefully this chapter goes some way to making up for the lack of updates.
Chapter Fourteen
As much as it pained her to do so, Evelyn parted ways from Cullen that evening in order to return to her own chambers. She had promised Cassandra she would help her in the search for the Seekers of Truth, and that meant travelling to the Castle of Caer Oswin early the next morning. Cullen understood why she needed to go, having been involved with discussions on the matter over the war table. That didn't make walking away from him any easier.
It was at times such as this that Evelyn wished they had met in a different life, one in which there was no Inquisition and no looming threat of death hanging over them all. Maybe if they had met when she had still lived with her family, she could have convinced her parents to let her marry Cullen. He might not have been the man they had in mind for her, but she knew she could have brought them round to her way of thinking. She was still their little girl after all.
Or maybe if she hadn't become the Inquisitor, they could have had a more normal relationship. No one batted an eyelid if one of her companions went to bed with one of the soldiers, or flirted with the staff in the throne room. If she hadn't taken up such an important position in the Inquisition then maybe no one would have noticed their relationship. It would have made it a lot easier to see each other, and Evelyn at the very least wouldn't be constantly off across Thedas, fighting monsters or rescuing villagers.
And yet as much as she sometimes wished it had all happened differently, there was still a big part of her which wouldn't change a thing. Yes she was frustrated beyond anything, getting to the point where she sometimes contemplated just pushing the man to the ground and having her way with him. On the other hand, Cullen had come to trust her in a way she didn't think would have been possible if she had been just some regular person in the Inquisition. The attraction would still have been there, but she got the impression that the Commander held a lot of people at arms length, not wanting to let them get too close. Being the Inquisitor had allowed her to get closer to him then anyone else and that she wouldn't trade for the world.
Thankfully her outing to find the Seekers of Truth did not taken as long as they had thought it would. As they feared Corypheus had got his hands on them, the Order having been sold out by Lord Seeker Lucius. And while it hadn't been the outcome they had been hoping for, at least some of Cassandra's questions had been answered. She had taken the 'Book of Secrets' they had retrieved and gone off to the armoury in order to study it, unsure of what she would find hidden in it's pages. Evelyn felt it was better to give the woman some time alone with the book, knowing their trip had shaken her more then she was letting on.
After a quick change into more comfortable clothing, Evelyn choose to visit the war room, wanting to pen a quick report on what they had found and also check on how things were looking. Slipping through the door which led into Josephine's office, she found that the Ambassador was not at her normal spot behind her desk. Not wanting to get caught by the woman if she did return suddenly, she moved quickly through the office and along the corridor to the war room, relieved to find it was empty when she poked her head inside.
Closing the door quietly behind her, the Inquisitor wandered across the room until she was standing in her usual spot looking down at the map of Thedas. Little had changed while she had been away. A few of the markers had moved slightly, most likely updates on soldier's movements or the current location of Leliana's scouts. Evelyn made a mental note to catch up with her advisors regarding the movements, before taking up a piece of parchment to begin her report on their outing to Castle Caer Oswin.
The Inquisitor was able to get through the first couple of lines of her account before the heavy wooden doors behind her began to creak open. Bringing her eyes up from the paper, she watched over her shoulder as her Spymaster slipped into the war room without a sound, the woman bowing her head slightly as she spotted Evelyn.
"Inquisitor." Leliana said as she wandered over, taking up her normal place on one side of the room and picking up one of the books which littered the table's edge. She turned the item over in her hands a few times, flicking through a couple of it's pages, before returning it to it's place. "How goes the hunt for the Seekers?"
"As feared, Corypheus got to them. Lord Seeker Lucius sold them out. I don't think Cassandra is taking it too well." The Inquisitor replied as she returned to her report. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Leliana give a small nod of her head before moving the marker they had placed over Castle Caer Oswin.
"At least we know what happened to them now." The Spymaster remarked and while the Inquisitor agreed with her, she was glad the comment had been made when Cassandra wasn't in the room. The Seeker needed time to come to terms with the things she had found out and some time to think about what she was going to do going forward. Leliana's observation, while factually correct, could have been seen as somewhat insensitive.
Silence fell between the pair, Evelyn finishing off the rest of her report while Leliana worked on the map of Thedas. It wasn't very often that the two spent time together, other then to discuss what the scouts had been able to find out or what the Inquisitor had discovered on her outings. Leliana was not normally known for ideal chatter and talking for the sake of talking, however that didn't make their current situation awkward. If anything, the pair seems to fall into a bearable silence, both women focused on their own tasks and happy to leave the other in peace as they worked.
As the Inquisitor came to the end of her report she noted that her Spymaster was watching her, having stopped moving markers around the map and instead giving her full attention to the Trevelyan. Signing off the document, Evelyn scanned her eyes over her work to check she hadn't missed anything, before setting it to one side and straightening herself up, eyes falling on the other woman.
"You know, Josephine has received some requests for information about our Commander's linage from a few interested parties at the Winter Palace." Leliana remarked, her features almost void of all emotions as she spoke. If it hadn't been for the mischievous look which danced within her eyes, the Inquisitor might have been fooled into thinking the Spymaster considered such requests to be standard business.
"I recall her saying. Didn't our Commander mention using said requests as kindling?" Evelyn had a vague memory of her advisors discussing the matter over the war table maybe a week or so ago. Cullen had not been as amused by the news as the other two had been, the women enjoying the way the Commander had blushed despite his best efforts.
"He did. I felt it would be better if we kept them instead. Information such as that could be useful in the future. Would you not like to know who pines after your Commander Inquisitor?" The Spymaster asked, no longer able to keep the amusement from her voice as she spoke. Evelyn couldn't deny that after hearing that Josephine had been receiving requests for information on Cullen she had wanted to know who they were from. But she had held off asking for such information as she knew what the woman would read from such actions.
"I don't think that's information I need to worry about." She tried to keep her tone casual as she spoke but judging by the look the Spymaster was currently giving her, it hadn't worked.
"Do not worry Inquisitor. We all know what is going on between you and the Commander. I can completely understand why you would be interested in finding out who has eyes on Cullen." The tone of Leliana's voice made the Inquisitor wonder just how many people knew about her relationship with Cullen. Yes, the pair haven't exactly been very good at keeping their feelings for each other hidden, but that didn't mean they had been shouting the news from the roof of Skyhold.
"As someone who uses information on people's relationships as a tool of her trade, I would have thought you would advise against the leader of the Inquisition getting involved with anyone, let alone their Commander." Evelyn said as she cocked an eyebrow at Leliana, watching a small smile slowly start to tug at the corner of her month as she listened.
"That is very true." The Spymaster responded, walking to the edge of the table in order to lean her hip against it. "But I couldn't go advising such things to you, considering the sorts of relationships I have had in the past."
Evelyn knew some of her Spymaster's history, mostly of her actions in the fifth blight, but she had also picked up the odd snippet of more personal information from overheard conversations here and there. She was almost certain that the Commander had once tried to ask Leliana about her relationship with the Warden while at the war table, but had become too embarrassed to continue when the woman had questioned whether he was asking for details.
"Some would argue it's not appropriate to become involved with your advisors." She tried to retort, not being able to think of anyone who had ever said she shouldn't start a relationship with anyone, but hoping Leliana wouldn't call her bluff on the matter all the same. If anything, anyone who had something to say about her and Cullen seemed more interested in trying to push the pair closer together, instead of pulling them apart.
"And others would argue becoming involved with the Warden during the fifth blight was not a good idea, but we both lived to tell the tale. If someone was going to try to use your relationship with Cullen to their advantage, they would have done so by now. As it stands, nothing has happened and therefore I would not worry about it." The Spymaster said and Evelyn wasn't sure if that meant no one had tried or people had tried but their attempts had been unsuccessful.
There was many things which Leliana and her people did in the shadows which the Inquisitor wasn't aware of. She was pretty confident that if someone had come along planning to use information of her relationships to their advantage, the Spymaster would have dealt with the matter without hesitation. The question was, would Leliana ever tell her if people had attempted something, or would she keep the information to herself to stop Evelyn from using it as an excuse?
"I don't know Leliana. As people like to remind me, I'm the leader of the Inquisition and apparently that means acting in a certain way." Evelyn said with a sigh, recounting the many conversations she had had with Josephine and Vivienne about how someone of her standing was required to behave when going about certain aspects of her role. The only advise both women had offered when the topic of personal relationships had come up in conversation was discretion. What happened behind closed doors and away from prying eyes did not matter. Her public image was paramount and as long as her relationships didn't impact onto that then it didn't matter. Of course she wasn't going to tell Leliana that.
"Let me put it to you another way Inquisitor. The Hero of Ferelden had relationships. The Champion of Kirkwall had relationships. There is nothing to say the Herald of Andraste can't also have relationships." Leliana pushed away from the side of the table as she was speaking, giving Evelyn a knowing look as she turned away from her and headed towards the door. "Stop coming up with excuses and do something you want to do for a change. Don't make me send replies to those requests for information."
The Spymaster shot one final look over her shoulder at the Inquisitor, a smile pulling at her mouth as she gave her a wink, before she slipped out of the room. The door closed with a soft thud, leaving Evelyn stood in silence with her mouth slightly parted in disbelief. There was no way Leliana would reply to those letters, would she? As much as she liked to believe the woman was joking, there was a small part of her mind which warned her she wasn't.
She had never thought of herself as a jealous woman, yet the idea of unknown women across Thedas receiving personal information about Cullen did not sit well with her at all. He was her Commander, both on a professional level and a personal one. Such a possessive thought would have once shocked Evelyn but not any more. There was no running from the feelings she had for Cullen, the happiness she felt in his arms, the comfort his presence brought her, the flames of desire he so easily stoked in her. The question now was why was she stalling?
Evelyn knew she wanted the Commander and that the Commander wanted her. Her companions and advisors had made it no secret that they thought the pair should stop their silly dance around each other and just get together. And she could no longer hide behind terrible nightmares which crippled her with fear and exhaustion. Recently she had found herself able to sleep through the night without suffering from her usual horrific dreams. She still saw images of Haven, that hadn't changed, but they no longer came with the disabling fear and terror that there had been before. She no longer woke sobbing into her pillow or shaking uncontrollably.
The Inquisitor had to admit that the Spymaster was right. There was nothing to say she shouldn't or couldn't have a relationship with Cullen. Yes, they faced peril and the risk of losing each other to their enemies, but if the Hero of Ferelden and the Champion of Kirkwall had done it and lived to tell and tale, then why couldn't she? Why couldn't she have someone who would stand by her side through the dangers and hold her close when it was all over?
A smile forced it's way onto Evelyn's lips as she realised what she needed to do. With her heart beating loudly in her chest, she quickly made her way out of the war room and across Skyhold, relieved to make it to the battlements without being sidetracked by anyone. As she drew closer to Cullen's tower the sound of voices grew louder, the snippets of conversation which reached her ears telling her the Commander was speaking with some of his troops currently. Normally she would have left the man to it and returned later when he was alone, but today she couldn't wait that long. As quietly as she could, the Inquisitor carefully pushed open the door and slipped inside, silently praying the meeting was coming to a close so she could have the Commander to herself.
"Rylen's men will monitor the situation." Cullen said as he looked up from the report he was holding to the men and women stood around him. He had been hoping to keep the meeting as short as possible but, as it always did, it had dragged on for longer then any of them would have liked. It seemed by the time you finished sorting out one issue, another three had popped up in it's place.
"Yes, ser. We'll begin preparations at once." A soldier to his side responded. The Commander recognised the woman as one of Rylen's, but couldn't recall her name. Their numbers continued to climb and as much as Cullen would have preferred to know everyone he was ultimately responsible for, there were some things he had to admit defeat on. There had been a slight blush on the woman's cheeks when Cullen had turned his attention to her, and while he would admit she was pretty, nothing stirred within him when he gazed at her.
"In the meantime, we'll send soldiers to...assist the relief effort." His voice faltered slightly as he noticed Evelyn standing at the back of the room, her arms loosely folded over her chest as she smiled at him. Now there was a woman who stirred things within him, wicked things which he didn't need to be thinking about with a room full of troops. More and more he found that the mere sight of her brought out his possessive side, which wanted nothing more then to take the woman to his bed and ravish her body.
He didn't know for how long she had been watching him for, unable to recall hearing the door open while he had been speaking to the group stood around him and his desk. The Commander hadn't been able to get the woman off of his mind since they had parted. It had started with him being concerned about her welfare after their talk on the battlements, but as the days has passed, his thoughts had morphed into something all together more steamy. It had got to the point that he had been so distracted by thoughts of Evelyn that he had been forced to lock himself in his tower in a desperate bid to relieve some of his tension.
After the small taste of her he had got in the tent on the way to Haven, his mind and body had been craving more. The feel of her soft skin under his hands, the way she mewled as he claimed her lips and how she clung to him as he finally tipped her over the edge. It had been everything he had dreamed of and more. But as it was, their responsibilities had meant that a continuation of what they had started had been difficult to come by. Combining this with the normal stress of his role as Commander of the Inquisition's forces had resulted in Cullen being unusually restless and gruff at times.
"That will be all." Cullen suddenly said. There was no way he was going to be able to continue briefing the troops around him with the temptation which stood at the back of the room. He resigned himself to the fact that he would need to catch up the following day, but that didn't matter at that moment in time when he knew Evelyn was within arm's reach. Seeing the confused looks he was getting from the men and women around him, the Commander arched an eyebrow at them before gesturing towards the door as if to reaffirm that he really was letting them leave early.
"Ser!" A chorus of voices spoke at once before the sound of people hurrying to leave filled the room. Moving around the desk, Cullen watched as the last of his soldiers left the office before walking over to the door and ensuring it was firmly closed behind them. Reaching up, he pushed the door's bolt into place, no longer in the mood to entertain any guests apart from the one stood to his side.
"There's always something more, isn't there?" Cullen couldn't help himself from muttering as he pressed his head against the wooden door. A deep sigh left him as he allowed his shoulders to relax, some of the tension he could feel in his back slipping away. He had been on his feet for most of the day, checking on the barracks, completing reports for Josephine, overseeing the training of the new recruits. Now he just wanted to unwind and as always the Inquisitor's mere presence was enough to calm him somewhat.
"Long day?" Evelyn asked as she looked up at the Commander from her place leaning against the wall. Her red locks were out of their normal braid and fell softly around her face, her green eyes shone in the candle light which illuminated the room. While Cullen thought the Inquisitor looked beautiful in whatever she wore, to him this was when she looked her best. Out of the regal clothes or leather amour, instead opting for the simple shirt and linen trousers she liked to spot when home in Skyhold. The way it clung to all the right parts of her body was a feast for Cullen's eyes, one he enjoyed from afar and up close.
"I shouldn't complain. This won't last forever." Cullen tried to smile as he spoke, wandering away from the door and back towards his desk. There was a small part of him which didn't fully believe his own words. Sometimes it felt like they would be fighting the war against Corypheus forever. "When it started, I hadn't considered much beyond our survival. But things are different now."
Stopping in his tracks, Cullen turned to look back at the Inquisitor. When he had joined the Inquisition he had never dreamed of meeting someone like Evelyn, someone who would break down the carefully constructed walls he had put up since the Circle and Kirkwall. She had shown him that it was okay to let people into his life and that he had the strength to face his demons. At times he felt that if it hadn't been for her coming to see him the day he had gone to Cassandra, he would had slipped and gone back to being the lyrium addict he hated.
"What do you mean?"The Inquisitor cocked her head to one side as she spoke, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth, as if she already knew what he meant but wanted to hear him say it out loud. Slowly she pushed herself away from the wall and closed the gap become them, coming to a stop when she stood across from him.
"I find myself wondering what will happen after. When this is over. I don't want to move on...not from you." Instinctively he brought a gloved hand up to cup her cheek, smiling at the way she leaned into his touch seemingly without thinking. She hadn't been gone for long this time, but that hadn't stopped him from missing her. It struck him that she had become one of the most important things in his life, if not the most important thing. When he was younger the most important thing to him had been becoming a templar. Once he achieved that, it changed to serving the Chantry and after Kirkwall the Inquisition took it's place. But now, as he looked at the woman stood in front of him, he realised he had been foolish for making those the most important things in his life.
"But I don't know what you-that is, if you, ah..." The Commander stumbled over his words as his confidence faltered slightly. What if the Inquisitor didn't feel the same way? He hadn't been thinking that when he had been speaking, but as his brain caught up with his words a voice in the back of his mind started to cast doubt on his thoughts. As much as he tried to tell himself that the things which had happened in the past might not happen again, he couldn't shake off the worry and doubt which came from years of bad luck and horrible experiences.
Maybe when the war was over Evelyn would want to return to her family. There was every chance that, seeing as she came from the noble House Trevelyan, her family had suitors waiting back in the Free Marches for her. Such ideas made him feel nervous, that maybe this was going to be the day when the Inquisitor called a halt to what they were doing and walked away from him.
Suddenly unable to make eye contact with the woman, the Commander walked away from her and towards the desk, scanning his eyes over the mess of paperwork in a desperate bid to look busy. He could feel her standing behind him, her eyes on his back as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. His heart was racing within his chest, to the point where it felt like it was attempting to burst out from behind his chest plate and give away his anxiety. Biting into his bottom lip, he hoped she would do him a kindness and be quick in her rejection, if only to save him some of the pain he knew he would feel if she did.
"Cullen. Do you need to ask?" Evelyn said slowly as she gently pushed her way between the Commander and the desk in order to look up onto his face. Her features had pulled into a mock questioning look for just a second before her beautiful smile had broken through, her eyes dancing across his face as she wriggled herself onto the edge of the desk. He found that he couldn't help the smile which started to pull at the corner of his mouth, the weight which had settled in the pit of his stomach disappearing at her words.
"I suppose not." Without thinking Cullen had taken a step towards the Inquisitor, forcing her back onto the desk a little more. Placing her hands down onto the wooden surface in order to brace herself, he watched as she seemed to arch her back slightly, pushing her chest out and drawing his attention. He wondered how many times he had imagined the Inquisitor in such a position. Admittedly it normally involved her being in less clothes, but there was nothing to say they couldn't do anything to rectify that.
The simmering arousal which had been building in him ever since he had noticed that Evelyn was in the room rose a few notches. While his office might have had a hole in it's roof, it suddenly didn't feel that cold. Nudging Evelyn's knees, he loved how she instantly parted her legs to let him fit between them, bringing him ever closer to the core of her body. This time there would be no interruptions, no falling asleep on either of their parts and no worrying about whether friends or colleagues could hear them.
"I-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off as an empty bottle of wine tumbled off of the edge of the desk and shattered on the ground, a feminine gasp filling the air at the sound. Eyes snapping to the broken mess, Cullen looked at the pieces of glass for a second before returning his attention to the Inquisitor. She was biting her bottom lip as she looked between the Commander and what had been a bottle until moments before. The desire to pull her close and take her mouth coursed through him, fuelled not only by her current expression but also the days he had spent alone waiting for her to return.
Not knowing when he would get the Inquisitor in such a position again, Cullen decided to do something he had always wanted to do. With one sweep of his arms, he pushed the remaining items on his desk to the ground. Papers went flying, a goblet cracked and rolled away into a corner, and books fell to the floor with satisfying thuds. Turning back to Evelyn, he placed a hand on either side of her waist and gently lifted her further onto the table. It seemed the Inquisitor needed little encouragement, a devilish smile taking over her lips as she shuffled back along the table until she was able to lay back without having to dangle her legs off of the edge.
The Commander found himself instinctively following after Evelyn, unable to take his eyes off of her as she moved back across his desk. He knew there would be no fighting the pull he felt now, the almost all consuming need to have the beautiful woman currently draped across his table. His body hummed with desire as he crawled up hers, bracing himself above her with his forearms on either side of her head. Evelyn's own arms had come up to snake around his neck, pulling him close as he settled his weight over her. He held in the groan of satisfaction which threatened to come out of him, the feel of her soft body pressed against the hard lines of his own sending ripples of desire through him.
Cullen gazed down at the woman under him. Her eyes were hooded with arousal, pink tongue flicking out to run over her lips as she tangled her fingers in his hair. If he had thought she had looked beautiful before, it was nothing compared to how she looked now. Flushed cheeks, darkened eyes, red hair spilling out across the wooden surface. He hovered inches from her, committing the sight of her to memory just in case he never got this chance again. When he watched the woman bite into her bottom lip, all thoughts of savouring the sight before him were thrown out of the window.
Catching her mouth with his own, the Commander made an almost feral growl as he kissed her. A small voice in the back of his mind told him he should be gentle and slow, but such a thought was quickly pushed to one side when the sound of Evelyn moaning in response reached his ears. Her lips parted readily when he ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth, and he was quick to sweep inside to steal the very breath from her. How he had longed to do this.
Any other thoughts which might have been trying to surface in Cullen's mind were quickly drowned out by the thumping desire which coursed through him. He was acting on instinct, something he normally tried extremely hard to avoid. Instinct made him rough, demanding and hungry for everything the other person could give. Some women enjoyed such behaviour, but he normally tried his best to keep control of himself. One too many bad experiences acting on instinct was enough to cause any man to keep a tighter hold on himself.
Breaking away from her mouth, Cullen heard the heavy pants Evelyn gave as he began to blaze a trail of kisses down onto her neck. Her fingers fell away from his hair in order to grip his arms, nails digging in slightly when he found a particularly sensitive spot in the crook of her neck. With his lower body fitted between the Inquisitor's legs, he could feel every thrust and grind of her hips as she wriggled beneath him. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or without thinking, but either way it didn't matter to him.
The Commander found that his progress down her neck was hindered by the shirt the Inquisitor was wearing. It's high collar was blocking his path and with a growl of frustration he leaned up slightly on one arm in order to free one of his hands. His fingers made quick work of the front of her shirt, undoing the buttons and revealing her soft skin to the cold air. Staying in his current position allowed him to marvel at the sight before him, watching as goosebumps broke out over her skin and her cheeks developed a deep red blush as they looked at each other.
Unable to hold back any longer, Cullen returned to planting kissing down the Inquisitor's skin, moving from her neck, over her collar bone and down. When he came to her chest binding he made short work of the material, freeing her from it's clutches and letting the item tumble to the floor. Before he knew what she was doing, Evelyn had arched her back off of the desk slightly, thrusting her chest towards him in a silent beg. This woman knew what she wanted, and there was no way Cullen wasn't going to give her just that.
He started with feather light kisses against her skin, letting his hot breath fan out and causing her nipples to pebble, but not giving her the satisfaction of taking one of them in his mouth. The more he teased her, coming close but not giving her exactly what she wanted, the more she ground herself against him. It was difficult to deny that he was doing it so he could enjoy the friction. Finally, hearing his name being said on a breathy moan made him stop his teasing. Taking one of her hard buds in his mouth, he swirled his tongue around it, drawing a low moan out of Evelyn. She tried to arch her back off of the desk even more, instinctively pressing her chest closer to the Commander and receiving a nip from him in response. The sound which left her lips was a mix between a gasp and a groan, letting him know she enjoyed the sensation.
After he lavished attention on one, the Commander switched to the other, drawing more sounds from the Inquisitor as she lay under him. One of her hands had come up to tangle in his hair, pulling slightly on the golden strands whenever he did something she particularly liked. The pain helped to keep Cullen from becoming lost in sensation and reach his own climax before he had given Evelyn a few of her own. He wouldn't be able to live down the embarrassment at such a poor performance, no matter what she said to try and sooth his damaged pride.
When she could no longer seem to take his torture, her breathing coming in shallow pants as she wriggled behind him, Cullen moved away from her chest and instead ran a path of kisses down towards her navel and further still. As he reached the tops of her breeches he stopped, smiling at the whining sound which came from Evelyn at the loss of contact. She wanted this as much as he did, maybe more if the small begging sounds she gave were anything to go by.
Slipping off of the desk, he spent a few moments removing the Inquisitor's boots, thankful that she had gone for a pair which had slightly less complicated lacing then her normal ones. Once the items were thrown out of the way, he began work on the string which fastened her breeches. As he undid the fastening, his eyes meet with Evelyn's as she watched him from her position on the desk. She was chewing on her bottom lip, chest raising rapidly as she studied him with anticipation in her eyes.
Cullen hooked his fingers into the top of her breeches and pulled them, along with her underwear, slowly down her legs before throwing them somewhere in his office. When she was free of the item she rubbed her thighs together, clearly missing the friction she has enjoyed before. Not wanting to leave her waiting for long, the Commander gripped her hips firmly and pulled her to the edge of the desk, sinking to his knees between her legs once she was where he wanted her.
His mouth watered at the sight of her, ready and open for him. How he had longed to have her in this position, fantasized about what it would be like if he was ever so lucky. Not knowing when he would get the chance again, he wasted no time in running his tongue along the length of her, unable to stop the groan of enjoyment which fell from his lips. It was better then he had ever imagined. He swiped his tongue along her again and relished in the moans of pleasure which came from Evelyn.
Exploring her with his mouth was highly addictive. Whether it was running his tongue down the length of her, or flicking it across her sensitive bud, he couldn't get enough. He enjoyed every sound he caused the Inquisitor to make, from small gasps of surprise to drawn out groans. When he sucked her bud into his mouth he was rewarded to his name falling from her lips. It had him straining against his breeches, the desire to be buried in her almost winning out against wanting to make Evelyn come undone on his mouth. Almost but not quite.
After a while he was no longer satisfied with just using his mouth, wanting to coax more beautiful sounds out of the exquisite woman above him. Beginning with one finger before building to two, he started out slow, drawing out each thrust of his fingers to listen to the noises which came after them. Twisting them slightly, he found just the spot which made Evelyn cry out, unable to stop the smile which pulled at his lips. It was music to his ears.
As his fingers pumped into her, his tongue flicked across the bundle of nerves which made the Inquisitor groan loudly. He could tell she was close, her body trembling as he worked her, her breathing shallow as she raced towards her release. She had returned one of her hands to his hair, her fingers tangled in his locks and pulling ever so slightly as he brought her closer to climax before drawing back slightly. He did this again and again, enjoying the way she tugged on his hair and squeezed her thighs as he built her up.
"Please." Cullen heard Evelyn whisper suddenly, knowing what she begged for. Needing no more encouragement from the woman, he set a rough pace with both his fingers and his tongue, no longer slowing when he felt her reaching her limit, giving her just the simulation she needed.
With a strangled cry she tumbled over the edge, nails digging into his scalp as she rode out the waves of pleasure which washed through her body. Cullen couldn't help the smile of satisfaction which burst across his lips, his tongue flicking out one final time to run over her. Evelyn slowly released the grip she had on the Commander's hair, allowing him to straighten up from his place between her legs and gaze down onto her. She had her eyes closed, head thrown back against desk as she came down from her high. The sight only served to fuel the Commander's raging desire, which pressed hard and heavy against the constraints of his breeches, aching for the woman spread out before him. The night had only just begun.