The kiss was over far too quickly. Cullen wanted to stay like that with Trev in his arms, kissing her fiercly, forever. But there was a dead body at their feet and although the passageway they were in wasn't used often, someone could still walk in at any moment. That would look bad indeed.
He helped her move the body to the side. He felt the dizziness from kissing her lifting slightly and instead he was overcome by confusion and guilt. He'd reacted on pure instinct when he saw that man put his hands on Trev. He was usually so calm and controlled but when it came to her, all his sanity was apparently thrown out the window.
"I'm sorry for causing so much trouble for you... I didn't think straight, I couldn't," he said, his voice low while he tried to keep his emotions under control.
Trev let go of the dead man's arm, apparently satisfied with his position. She stood up and stretched out her arms and her back as casually as if she'd just been out for a run, not moving a dead body.
"Don't worry about it. If you wouldn't have done it, I would have. He crossed the line and he paid for it, simple as that."
Cullen had a hard time believing she was taking it so easily, but then again, he didn't actually know her that well. He only remembered that day on the battlements, the rest he tried to piece together from the short time he'd known her since he woke up from whatever accident he'd been in. She radiated power and grace, but she also had a sometimes shocking tongue and the sharpest wit he'd ever seen. The hardest thing for him to get a grip on was they way she could be the most compassionate woman in the world one moment, and in the next she was ruthless and cruel. Never needlessly so, always only against her enemies as far as he knew, but still. It was the rarest of combinations.
He could certainly understand the respect and awe she recieved from everyone around her, including himself. She was fascinating.
"Are you done staring or do you wish to take me right here over the corpse on the ground? It would be terribly inappropriate, and twisted to say the least, but I'm not sure I have the strenght to deny you if you keep looking at me with those eyes, Commander..."
Startled, Cullen's eyes turned away from her gaze, until her words sunk in and he stared at her again, his eyes even wider this time. A smirk crept into her face.
"Relax, I'm only joking. This setting is not particularly sexy. You wait here and I'll go get some help. Is that alright?"
He only managed to nod before she kissed his cheek and disappeared further into the dark corridor.
Maker's breath, that woman is going to be the death of me.
And he would probably savor every second of it.
"Inquisitor, I need a moment of your time."
Days had passed since the incident that left a noble dead in Skyhold. Leliana had worked her magic and swept the whole thing under the rug, the Whitley family thinking their son and brother had died choking on a piece of food. The gossip usually surrounding such an incident was strangely absent, something Cullen again credited to Leliana.
But now, he needed to speak to Trev, alone. He was slowly driving himself crazy. The incident had stirred up strange emotions in him, and he felt like he was on the verge of remembering something. It was like it was just at the tip of his tongue but as soon as he tried to strain his memory, it was lost to him. He needed to be with her, that was the only thing this far that had worked. But she was a busy woman, he knew that. He'd tried so hard on his own, but to no avail. He couldn't wait any longer now.
He was standing to the side of the throne where she was sitting, having just finished up the judgements of the day. He'd uttered his request to her as discreetly as he could, but several people around looked at him as he spoke. He found it unnerving that he didn't even know who these people were.
But the Inquisitor didn't hesitate for a moment and rose from the throne. The guards around her moved with her and everyone in her vicinity bowed their heads in respect. Cullen was again struck by how they all treated her like she was a queen. More than a queen even, the Herald of Andraste was worth more than any royal. To him, she was worth more than even Andraste herself, Maker strike him down for such blasphemy, but it was the truth. He didn't know why, but he knew.
She inclined her head towards her quarters, her expression impossible to read. As they reached the door, she turned around to her guards and gave them instructions that couldn't possibly be misunderstood.
"Anyone disturbing us without a very, very, very good reason will have their privates fed to the dogs. Understand?" Her voice was as pleasant and pretty as if she'd asked for a pastry from the kitchen but the men got her message loud and clear as they all answered: "Yes, Inquisitor!"
The captain opened the door for her. "We'll stop anyone who tries to get through, Your Worship. You can relax, trust us." He smiled and Cullen didn't like it one bit when she smiled back.
Stop it you idiot, he's her guard-captain, not a leering fucking noble.
They stepped inside and began walking up the stairs while the door closed behind them. She was right in front of him and he had a very hard time focusing on the steps instead of the way her backside looked in those sinfully tight leather leggings. She didn't say a word until they reached her bedroom. She stopped in the middle of the room and turned around. The hunger he saw in her eyes stopped him dead in his tracks and he could only stare as she began to unbutton her shirt, painfully slow, button by button. He licked his lower lip as more and more of her creamy skin was revealed to his feasting eyes. Heat pooled deep down in his stomach and he watched, breathless, as she stepped closer to him until he could feel her breath on his skin.
"Was there something you wanted to discuss, Cullen?" He almost groaned as his name fell over her lips and he could see how it brought her physical pleasure to say it. "Or did you want me to just..." She turned around quickly and pressed her back to him, grinding herself against the hard lenght of him as she continued: "...keep you company?" She looked back at him over her shoulder, her glowing eyes fixed on his, lust filling every feature on her beautiful face.
"Maker..." he mumbled and he buried his face in her neck while snaking his arms around her, one hand on her stomach and one on her breast, delighting in hearing her moan underneath his touch. He pressed her even tighter against him, her ass pressing against his aching, hard cock. He almost chuckled as he felt her desperately grind against him, empowered by the fact that she seemed to want him as much as he wanted her.
"What would you do if I told you I only wish to discuss something with you?" he whispered in her ear before he licked it, eliciting a low moan from her again. But she quickly found herself and laughed softly. She turned around in his arms and his pulse was racing as her hand glided over his chest and down over his stomach, stopping right above the lining of his breeches. He wanted nothing more than for her to touch him, take him in her hand, mouth, cunt.
"Oh, we can discuss if you wish, Commander. We can discuss..." she kissed his neck now and it felt so fucking good, "... how I want you to fuck me..." more kisses, her warm, wet tongue circling his skin, "... how I want to get down on my knees and let you fuck my throat while I lap at you like a whore..." Maker, "... how I want to feel your fingers inside my wet cunt, and one in my ass too..."
He ripped her shirt open with a growl, sending the remaining closed buttons flying all over the room, and she gasped in delight as his hands gripped her arms hard as he stared down at her naked upper body. She returned the favor and clawed his jacket off and pulled his shirt over his head and trailed warm, openmouthed kisses down his chest. She got down on her knees and rubbed her hand against his cock through his breeches, making him hiss between his teeth.
"Would you like to play with me, Commander? Do you want to..." She expertly unlaced his lining and finally pulled his cock free from the confining fabric. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as her hand wrapped around him. "...play with all my wet openings?" She licked the top of his cock and he couldn't believe how good she felt on him. He knew he wouldn't last two minutes of her mouth around his cock, so he grabbed her hand and pulled her up to her feet and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth and it made him crazy. They stumbled towards the bed, tongues licking each other, her hand still on his cock and his squeezing her ass. They hit the wall beside the bed and he pushed her against it and slipped his hand down between her legs, revelling in how she moaned and bucked against him. He couldn't get her leggings off fast enough. He turned them both around to get them off properly and his eyes flitted across the room in the process.
Suddenly, he froze. Trev, still breathless, looked up at his face and her brow furrowed with worry but he didn't notice. All he could think about was that little piece of information that had just popped up in his brain. He stumbled backwards until he hit the wall.
"Maker, Cullen, what's wrong?" Trev sounded truly worried now and approached him slowly, cautiously.
Cullen put his hand out in front of him in a stopping gesture. She looked hurt but he didn't much care right now.
What is going on?!
"You... you're married. And not to me. You left me and... married a Marcher. I remember now. You're married to... Turner Dreallor." As the words left his mouth and he heard them out loud, he felt even more sick. He wanted her to say no, to tell him how wrong he was, that she would never marry anyone but him. The bile rose in his throat when she didn't say anything.