Sunlight warmed Tara's face, coaxing over her still half-sleeping eyes as she rose from the depths of her much needed slumber. As she awoke her mind slowly began chewing over the events of the night before. Finally returning to Skyhold, being chewed out by Leliana, the ink bottle…Maker's breath Cullen! She had fallen asleep in the midst of kissing him! Tara squeezed her eyes tightly shut as a crimson flush spread over her. She silently cursed herself, wanting to weep over the whole affair. What kind of woman fell asleep whilst a man such as Cullen Rutherford was paying homage to their body?

'A stupid one', the Inquisitor's mind taunted in a disapproving tone. She groaned as she pressed the heels of her hands hard against her eyes. "Why…why…WHY, OH!?"

Just as she had begun to curse herself, hands gripped Tara's thighs firmly, and an open mouth pressed a kiss against her left knee. Startled the rogue lifted the covers and gasped as she found the very man she had been thinking of settled comfortably between her legs. He smiled up at her, her gaze catching on the scar across his upper lip as he kissed the inside of her opposite thigh. "I'm glad you got some rest," he said softly, his voice sending electricity jolting through Tara's body. "You are going to need it. I barricaded the doors and had all of our appointments canceled for the day…"

"Sweet Maker…" Tara breathed as her handsome Commander moved to use his teeth to tug at the hem of her underwear. "You aren't offended then?"

"By what, you falling asleep in my arms? I could never be offended by that. I am all too happy that you feel safe enough to rest in my arms. It makes this all the more special to me," he continued as he slid his hands up to begin divulging Tara of her garments. She shuddered in the wake of Cullen's advances. He was rarely so bold when it came to her, and the dominance he showed her now was simply intoxicating to the rogue.

He climbed up over her, reaching beneath her to undo the bindings around her chest, and it was then that she realized he was already naked. She could feel him, pulsing against her belly, and it made her heady with desire. She threaded her fingers up into his hair and pulled him down against her for a fierce kiss. Their lips and tongues dueled as hands roamed freely. She loved the feeling of his skin against her, warm and thick. Her fingers clenched, burying her nails into the flesh of his back, as he nipped at her sensitive neck and earlobe.

Tara groaned lifting her hips to grind against his as Cullen's hands found her breasts teasing her pert pink nipples into straining peaks. He lowered his head and swirled his tongue down around first one then the other sensitive bud of flesh, relishing in the throaty moan it dragged from Tara's lips. "Maker you are so beautiful," he murmured as he began kissing his way back down her body.

"Cullen, I…oh!"

He pressed her legs apart, staring hungrily down at her wet center. He licked his lips, his gaze rising briefly to connect with her own lust hazed one, before he lowered his face to place a kiss at her core. Fingers threaded through his hair, clutching tightly as he began to worship her most sensitive flesh. He devoured her, loving the soft sounds of pleasure she made, how his every touch elicited small tremors of excitement from the now flushed Inquisitor. It made him even bolder.

His tongue found the sensitive pearl hidden amidst her wet flesh, eliciting a sharp cry from Tara's lips, and spurring him to repeat the motion. As he did, Cullen could feel her being to spasm weakly against his stubbled chin. She gasped sharply, her legs jolting together as if to shut him out. Cullen growled, his hands moving to take hold of her ankles, spreading her wide, his thumbs moving to press against the soft soles of her feet while he redoubled his efforts.

"Cullen! Oh Cullen…please…please…oh I want you…that feels…oh it's so good!"

The big blond grinned as he moved back up to kiss his trembling lover. She clung to him, her mouth insistent, unrelenting. "I want to taste you," she breathed as she bit at his lower lip, and a shock of fresh arousal bolted through him. "I want to have you as you have had me, please?" The handsome blonde lost his ability to speak as he envisioned what his lover was practically begging him to let her do. So he nodded and hooked an arm around Tara, rolling onto his back as he reversed their positions.

The sight of her, straddling him, sunlight pouring down over her from the gaping hole above them, Maker, she looked like an angel. Tara smiled as she lowered herself down to kiss her Commander, then slowly she mirrored his path from earlier. She loved the difference in their bodies, his hard, that of a seasoned warrior, each plane of muscle an enticing ridge in contrast to her own smoother body. She reached the center of his stomach and watched enthralled as he heaved a gasp, his abdomen clenching beneath her lips. She trailed her tongue down first one then the other muscle packed hip bone, before moving to place a series of explorative kisses near the base of his length.

Cullen hissed as the Inquisitor moved to place more feather light kisses up the outside of his positively throbbing member. Groaning loudly as her tongue flicked out to lave about his sensitive head. One small hand moved to grip his base, and then Tara's eyes met his own, sparking with an answering hunger as she tilted forward to take him into her mouth.

He was lost, his hips snapping upwards at the initial feeling of her soft mouth around him. She moaned, the vibrations traveling from her throat and straight into his cock. Cullen's hands rocketed to the sheets beneath him, clenching the fabric until it ripped apart. The sight and sound of what her touch was doing to the Commander easily doubled Tara's excitement. She hollowed her cheeks, rubbing her tongue along his length as she began to bob up and down.

The Commander abruptly sat up, his length sliding from between the Inquisitor's lips with a soft 'pop'. Tara looked up at her lover and was about to ask what was wrong when Cullen's mouth fused against hers once more. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, and again the petite rogue found herself on her back. Those warm calloused wonderful hands of his gripped her hips as the kiss deepened. Then she felt him pressing against her moist entrance. "I'll try to be gentle," Cullen whispered as he slowly began to move inside of her. Tara's breath caught in her throat, her nails dug deeply into the Commander's shoulders as his length stretched her apart until she wondered if she might burst.

"Cullen," she gasped. "You're so big…"

"Oh dear sweet Maker," the big blonde hissed, his face trapped in the crook of one of Tara's shoulders. He wanted to plunge into her tight heat, but he did not want to hurt her. It was an impossible crux between desire and decorum, and at the present moment Cullen honestly did not know which would emerge victorious. Luckily for him, he never had to make that choice.

Tara's ankles suddenly dug into his lower back and pulled him forward until he was seated to the hilt. He choked out a shout, his body trembling, as she arched up against him. "Fuck," Tara breathed, rolling her hips once more loving the electric sensation. Her eyes suddenly flew open, locking with his strained gaze. Her lower lips dragged out from behind her teeth, her hands moving down to grip at his lower back as she said, "Fuck me Cullen."

"I am at your command," he said with a shaky laugh as he began to thrust in and out of her tight heat. She cried out, her eyes closing as she fell into the sensation of their lovemaking. He found his pace, losing himself in Tara's soft gasps and piercing moans, until he felt himself climbing towards completion.

"Cullen I feel…it feels…"

"Yes," the Commander growled, his own orgasm forgotten as he began to feel the first pulsing waves of her own climax. "Yes," he said against lowering his head to fuse his mouth against Tara's. "Just let it happen love," he coaxed never losing his pace. Her back arched, her left hand flew back to tear at the pillow behind her head as a loud scream ripped from her lips. Cullen kissed her as she clenched around him, swallowing her every cry until his own throaty shout sent him flying into the abyss alongside her.

"Dear sweet Maker," Cullen whispered as he returned to himself. Tara's muffled laughter jolted him into action as he realized that he was boneless laying on top of the petite rogue. He struggled to lift himself up and roll off to the side of his captivating lover, only to haul her up against his chest once he was no longer crushing her. "That was amazing…You, are amazing," he said pressing a series of fresh little kisses all over Tara sweat dampened face.

She giggled and half-heartedly tried to struggle against the onslaught for a minute before languidly sprawling on top of the Commander's taunt chest. She snuggled her face against the damp hair on his chest, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat and sighed contentedly. "You are incredible Cullen. I love you."

"I love you too Tara," the handsome blonde murmured as he wrapped his long arms around her. A few minutes later the two fell asleep. Both content, both unabashedly sated.