A Sturdy Desk

She perched on the desk, smiling at the flush covering Cullen's cheeks as he glanced once more at the message before closing the lid and placing the box in the top drawer. When he looked back at her, she noticed a pensive look in his eyes and took his hand. "Are you worried about taking them?"
He met her gaze, then looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. "No, I was thinking of something else."

He was silent for a moment, and she waited, understanding by his gestures that he was feeling apprehensive.
"This war won't last forever. When it started, I hadn't considered much beyond our survival," he said, stroking a thumb over the back of her hand. "But things are different now."
"How so?"
"I find myself wondering what will happen after. I won't want to move on..." He stepped closer, his hand gently cupping her face. "Not from you." There was a tentative smile on his lips, his eyes, however, held a hint of uncertainty. "But I don't know what you... that is if you..."
"Cullen." She lifted his hand and placed it over her heart. "This belongs to you."
His forehead pressed against hers. "As mine belongs to you."

Their lips joined in a loving kiss that took her breath away. She put out a hand to steady herself and there was a crash as her fingers knocked a wine bottle off the desk. Startled, they broke apart, spared a glance for the shattered remains, then they were kissing again. Where the first had been loving, this one was hungry and passionate.

Cullen pressed harder against her and with a sweep of his arm, cleared everything else off the desk. There was a primal glint in his eyes and Eve quivered with desire as he manoeuvred her onto the strong wooden surface. Taut muscles flexed as his body covered hers, and his hand slipped beneath her skirt, rough fingers sliding easily over soft skin. She gasped as he took a firm grip on her knickers and tore the thin ties that held them together.

"Open your shirt for me, Eve." Cullen's words, husky with arousal, whispered across her lips. With a sensuous smile, she stroked her hands down her body, moaning and arching as she brushed across aching nipples. He groaned, hips bucking, pressing her harder onto the desk while his eyes followed the trail of her fingers as they moved along the line of buttons, slowly flicking each one open. With unhurried, torturous movements, she parted the shirt, revealing creamy skin, flushed with desire, and the teasing line of her cleavage.

A carnal growl rumbled up from his chest, and his hand slipped inside the shirt, stroking over the lace of her bra. Fingers skimmed across the swell of her breasts before sliding the cups down, then his lips covered one rosy nipple. She cried out at the heat of his mouth, moving her hand to his hair and tugging with wanton need.

Her body quivered with anticipation as his hand caressed her skin, moving lower until it rested between her legs. The sensation of his fingers circling the slick, sensitive bud caused her thighs to tremble and part for him. Needing to feel his skin, her hands slipped beneath his top to explore his back, and her fingers stroked down his spine until they came to rest on the rounded curve of his buttocks.

Brushing against the stubble of his jaw, she pressed her lips against his ear. "I need you." The words, whispered so seductively, shredded the last of his control and reaching down, he unfastened his trousers. Her fingers hooked into the waistband and pulled, freeing his hard penis. Cradled between her thighs, he entered her with a firm thrust and captured her moan with a bruising kiss.

Eve's legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her hands moved over his sweat-slicked body, stroking firm muscles that flexed beneath her touch. With each hard thrust, their bodies moved along the desk until Cullen cradled her head with one hand while gripping the edge of the desk with strong fingers.

Their rapid gasps of pleasure mingled together, and Cullen knew she was close when her tight sex quivered around his cock. He increased the pace and her arms curled around his neck. "Cullen..." she whispered breathlessly, pressing her forehead against his. Whatever else she was going to say was lost as the orgasm exploded within. The breath stuttered in her throat and she rocked her hips up, grinding wantonly against him as her cries of pleasure filled the office.

With a groan, he captured her lips, then started to withdraw, but she held onto him. "You don't need to pull out, Cullen. I promise I've got this covered."
He searched her eyes for a moment, then kissed her hard as he thrust back into her tight, wet heat. His hips pumped a few more times, and she could feel his erection throbbing, then, with a shout, his body bowed as he emptied himself deep inside her.

They lay there for a while, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss, then he lifted his head and looked at her. "So, when you said you had it covered..."
Chuckling, she ran a loving hand over his temple, catching a drop of sweat."There are herbs to help prevent pregnancies. I've been taking them for a while now, but I had to give them time to work. And, that time has now passed."
He pressed a kiss to her lips. "I didn't even know there was such a thing, but I'm glad you did. Maker's breath, I was so wrong when I thought it could get any better."
Eventually, they climbed off the desk and stared at the mess on the floor. They looked at each other and laughed. "Totally worth it," he said with a naughty grin.

She helped him pick everything up, but found her eyes kept straying to his ass whenever he bent over. Unable to help herself, she stroked a hand over one firm cheek. He stood up quickly and glanced over his shoulder. "Eve..."
He stopped talking when he saw the saucy gleam in her eyes, and dumping the paperwork on the desk, he grabbed her hand and pushed her up the ladder. It was a long time before they fell asleep.

The next day, Eve had to put up with some comments about the fact that she was fidgeting a lot on her horse. She pointed out that Dorian wasn't looking very comfortable in the saddle either. That earned her a glare from the Tevinter mage and a bark of proud laughter from Bull. Dorian suddenly smiled, and she prepared herself for his caustic comeback. "Well, at least I didn't wake half of Skyhold with screams of pleasure."
The whole group broke out in a shout of laughter, as Eve cursed the hole in Cullen's roof. She decided they needed to find some way of soundproofing the room.

"Nothing to say, Inquisitor?" Dorian pressed.
"I don't think she can speak because she's blushing so much." Bull replied with a snort of amusement.
"I'm not blushing, it's the heat."
"Inquisitor, it's night-time, and it's freezing." Cassandra shot down her defence in seconds.

"Oh, right." She glared up at the full moon shining down on the Hissing Wastes. In the midst of trying to think of another excuse, her mind turned to Cullen and she smiled, thinking of what he'd done to cause her to scream so loudly. By the Maker, she really needed to get back to him as soon as possible.

"You're thinking of him!" Cassandra laughingly accused.
"I... I'm not."
"You are," Dorian confirmed. "You only smile like that when you're talking to, or thinking of, the Commander."
Eve cleared her throat. "Perhaps we should get to the next tomb."
Their laughter followed her as she spurred her horse into a gallop. Chuckling at the camaraderie, she lifted her head and let the cold wind cool her heated countenance.

But a time was coming which would shake the foundations of friendship, and cause Eve to question the trust she'd placed in those of the inner circle.