Cullen woke up, sweat covering his naked body, arms and legs tangled up in the covers.
Where am I?
He was lying in a bed. He knew this place.
Trev's bedroom...
His tired eyes were sore as he scanned the room searching for her when he started to hear a faint melody, whispering at first but growing louder by the second. Shivers ran through his body, the voice was so haunting.
He still couldn't see Trev, but it had to be her voice.
"Love? Are..." He paused and coughed, his voice rough. "Are you here?"
The singing stopped.
Trev emerged from the little room that she'd converted into a washroom with a bathtub. She was naked, her skin glistening wet in the light from the fireplace. Her face lit up when she met his eyes and he groaned at the sight of her. He'd been to death and back and he still felt like he'd been chewed up and spat out by a demon, but the sight of his godess would be his undoing.
"Maker, love, put some clothes on or I'm going to pass out again," he mumbled. She laughed softly at his remark and went over to the sofa where her robe was and put it on. He couldn't help but to notice how the silky fabric dragged itself over her body and especially the tempting swell of her breasts, caressing her nipples as she pulled the robe shut with the cord.
"Not sure if that's helping, Trev."
She smiled and walked over to him and sat down beside him on the bed, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek.
"I'm so relieved you're awake. They told me you were fine now but still, it was more than unsettling to see you pass out again." She kissed his forehead and settled in next to him, sharing his pillow, so close to him he could feel her breath. It made him calm having her so near.
"Who are 'they'?" he asked.
"You've been asleep since yesterday when you passed out in the throne room, Cullen. The mages have recovered now and came here this morning to heal the last of your wound. You're going to be fine, but you'll probably feel very tired and worn out for a few days from the enormous strain your body has been through. After I made sure you would be alright, I sent the mages away to see if they could help Dorian." She looked sad as she spoke those last words and took Cullen's hand in hers and stroked it absentmindedly.
"He's still in bad shape?" Cullen asked, feeling more than a little guilty since he was the reason for Dorian's condition.
Trev nodded. "Yes. He's still unconscious. I don't really understand it, to be honest with you. I've fought hundreds of battles in Dorian's company and both myself and the others have suffered serious wounds or been knocked out completely several times. He's revived us every time and not once has he suffered drainage like this. A lyrium potion or two later he would be just fine."
"Did he have access to lyrium potions when he healed me?"
"Well, no. He didn't have any on him since he he wasn't expecting the need here in Skyhold. Neither did the other mages. It all went down so fast, you know. Nobody had time to get any. But still... He was fully rested, he should have been able to handle it, especially considering that the other mages gave their magic to him."
Cullen felt something stir inside of him. A thought that was almost too unsettling to speak out loud.
"Do you think that it's possible that I... that I actually died? That he didn't just pull me back from the brink, but from actual death itself?" He felt odd saying it, but as he did he felt that it might actually be the truth.
Trev looked at him, her expression very serious. "That's not possible. No one can be pulled back to life once they're actually fully and truly dead."
"So how do you explain the drainage then? Why would it take such a toll on him if I was merely injured? However serious the wound was, it shouldn't have been that way, you said so yourself."
"I... I don't know. I guess we have to pray to the Maker that Dorian lives through this and ask him ourselves."
Prayed they did, but Dorian didn't wake up. The other mages had expected it to happen any day now, but a week passed by and there was still no change in his condition. He was stable as far as they could tell, but he just wouldn't wake up and no one knew why.
Cullen was aching to get back to work. Trev was busier than she'd been since before Corypehus had been defeated, dealing with the aftermath of Turner. There was a lot of explaining to do. All the public knew was that the Inquisitor had suddenly gotten married to a Marcher noble and not far after executed him, his family meeting the same fate after the Teyrn of Ostwick had judged them. Their crimes were not fully understood or explained and it was no easy task for the Inquisition to balance things on this knife-edge. Letting everyone know all the details of how the Inquisitor had been blackmailed and weakened would make the whole Inquisition seem less powerful, with the assassination attempt on Cullen to top it off. But they had to provide some kind of explanation.
He wanted to help her in some way. He wasn't good with politics but he could run everything practical. But she refused to let him, insisting that he needed rest, and everytime he tried to do some work she would appear like magic, despite being so busy, to force him back to bed. It vexed him to no end since he felt fine. Maybe a bit tired still, and sometimes he thought he could feel pain where the arrow had hit him, but he knew it was just phantom pains.
The worst part about her fussing over him was that she refused to let him be intimate with her. After everything that had happened, he just wanted her as close as physically possible. He needed to feel her, and he needed to feel alive. When she joined him late at night after working all day, she would shower him with attention, touch him, place searing hot kisses on his lips until they both breathed hard and their hands found hot skin underneath their clothes. The way she sang to him made it even worse, that whispering, haunting melody making him shiver and burn with desire. But it would always end there, Trev pushing him back into the sheets - not to straddle him like he wanted to but to shake her head at him.
"Not yet, you're not ready," she said one night, almost two weeks after the attack.
Cullen growled. "I feel fine, Maker Trev! Don't you pretend that you don't want me too. I can feel it," he said, his voice thick with heat. He felt her inhale sharply as his hand moved against her inner thigh and she squeezed her legs together - an attempt to shake him off or to quell the desire building in her center, he didn't know.
"Of course I want you, Andraste, you don't even know how much. But I won't risk your health for my own selfish needs and that's the end of it."
He could see the resolve in her eyes. As flushed as her cheeks were, nothing he could say would change her mind.
"How long do you intend to make me wait, then?"
"Until I get a guarantee that you're fully restored and ready for... psysical activities again."
Cullen had an idea. "A guarantee from, say, a mage or healer?"
She nodded. He immediately rose from the bed, ignoring her protests.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"I'm getting that guarantee for you."
"Now? It's the middle of the night! You'll wake..."
"I don't care. I'll get it right fucking now."
He threw his clothes on and was out the door from her quarters in seconds, marching with purpose towards the mage tower.
He found exactly who he was looking for in there.
"Huth, wake up. Wake up right now." He poked the sleeping body in the bunk before him and the mage who'd healed him when he'd first woken up from the attack stirred. The man opened one sleepy eye and squinted up at him.
"Maker, Commander. What do you want? I'm sleeping." He sank back down into his bed but yelped as Cullen poked him in the ribs, harder this time.
"Not anymore, you're not. You have to come with me to see the Inquisitor."
This made Huth sit back up, more alert by far that a few seconds ago.
"The Inquisitor? Is she hurt?"
"No, I just need you to tell her something for me," Cullen said while he grabbed the mage's arm and pulled him out of his bed. He started to walk back towards Trev's rooms, dragging Huth after him.
"What am I supposed to be telling her at this ungodly hour that is so important it can't wait until morning?"
"You'll tell her that I'm in a perfectly healthy condition and there is absolutely no need to fuss over me, or for me to refrain from physical activity."
The mage looked slightly embarrassed as the implication of Cullen's words dawned on him.
"Oh. Well, I don't know... the Inqusitor will have my head if I say that and it turns out you're not fit for it."
Cullen stopped abruptly and turned to look at the other man.
"Huth, I'm more than grateful that you helped save my life, you know that. But if you don't do what I ask, I just might go a little bit crazy and someone will be tripping and falling over the battlements this night, you understand?"
"Erm... yes."
"Excellent."
After Cullen marched into Trev's quarters again and made the poor mage tell Trev what she wanted to hear and dismissed him, they were alone. And the feel of the room was electric. He stared at her, that humming coming out of her again and he could do nothing to stop himself from surging forward to where she was in bed, ripping the covers off her to reveal her body to him.
Maker.
Her hot, naked body, trembling underneath his touch. He could feel the blood rush to his cock as her skin was lit on fire underneath his fingertips. She breathed heavily and bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping her as he slowly lowered his mouth to the hollow between her collarbone and her throat where he licked her skin before his lips followed, wet, hot kisses all over, slightly salty now from her sweat. Andraste, the taste of her...
He wanted to make her whimper with pleasure, he wanted to take her, to make her his again, all his. He wanted to feel her warmth, her slick wetness around his cock as he pounded into her, passionately, relentlessly.
The look in her eyes begged him to do it. When her words did as well, he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Maker, I've waited so patiently for you to feel better... I thought I was in control, but the things you do to me, Cullen..." she whispered, her breath hot in his ear before she darted her tongue out and licked him. "I want you to take me so-fucking-hard."
He groaned, her words echoing in his head as he lowered his hand to her cunt, biting down on her neck gently as he felt how wet she was for him.
"Bad girl," he whispered and pushed a finger into her.
"Oh, yes," she breathed, in answer to his statement or of pleasure, he didn't know, didn't care either. He couldn't think anymore, the exquisite sensation of her hot, wet body against him making it impossible.
"Stop teasing me, please, Commander... I've waited so long for you to put your hard cock inside of me again, please, don't make me beg..."
He wouldn't, not tonight anyway. Tonight, he would do anything she asked.
He buried himself in her and she felt so damn good, her slick walls pressing against his cock as he pushed himself in and out of her slowly, savouring the sounds she made, the way she moaned his name when he got to her just right. He opened his eyes and looked at her, the sight making him even hotter than before. Her golden hair was a tangled mess, clinging to their sweat-covered bodies, her swollen red lips, tasting so sweet when he lowered his own lips to hers.
She gripped his arms wildly and squeezed his muscles as her eyes roamed over them.
"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," she whispered and moaned loudly as he increased his pace, spurred on by her words. He revelled in her reaction, screams and prayers escaping her now as he fucked her senseless. He felt the sweet pressure build up low in his stomach and he lowered his hand to rub his fingers against her clit, looking at her radiant face as her eyes rolled back in her head from the pleasure.
"Maker, Cullen, don't stop! Yes... oh Maker, right there..."
He growled and drove himself into her deeper, harder as she screamed and moaned, her cunt clenching around him as her orgasm shook her.
"Cullen! Fuck, you're so hot... Ahh!"
He was so-so-so close now, trying to hold back, craving every second inside her.
"Come all over me, Commander," she said and looked at him, eyes scorching hot while she bit her lip and caressed her own breasts. He was done for.
With a guttoral moan, he pulled his cock out of her just as he came, drenching her upper body and her breasts.
He panted hard and fell down on the bed beside her on his back. He looked over to her, her body still a little shaky. She was a mess, but Maker, a fucking hot one. She dragged her finger all the way from her core up over her stomach and up to her breast before she put her finger in her mouth and tasted him, he eyes still dark with lust and a smile creeping onto her lips, a maddening, sexy smile.
"Shit, Trev... keep that up and you're getting round two sooner that you think," he said and raised himself up on one elbow, staring at her and the incredible things she was doing.
"Now that I know that you're more than healthy again... I'll let you fuck me all night long, my love."
That sweet, haunting singing again. She was humming in his ear and her voice made every hair on his body stand up, shivers running down his spine. He listened to it for a while, allowing himself to be swept away by it before he came to and had to ask her.
"Trev, what is that song you're humming all the time?"
She tilted her head up towards his face from where she was lying resting on his chest and gave him a wierd look.
"What song? Maker, Cullen, if it's one thing I can't do, it's singing," she giggled but stopped when his body stiffened.
She was looking at him with worry now.
"What's wrong? Cullen, is everything alright?"
He swallowed hard and forced himself to smile.
"Nothing's wrong, my love. I was dozing off, I think I started dreaming."
"Oh. Sleep is probably a good idea." She kissed his cheek. "Try to get some rest. I love you." She settled in against his chest and was soon asleep.
Cullen was relieved when he felt her breathing become heavier. That meant she hadn't noticed the rate with which his heart was pounding. A bead of sweat formed on his brow.
He could still hear that song, clear as day, whispering in his ear. But Trev wasn't the one singing, and there was no one else in the room.