So very NSFW, and completely pointless. I'd run away now if I were you.

It was still dark when she woke, the dim light of the moon casting a pale glow around everything. The fire in the hearth had apparently died out long ago, and the almost too cold air from the mountains had crept in from the open doors and settled within the room.

She watched her breath puff out above her for a few moments before shifting deeper under the blankets and shooting a look to the fireplace that had a small spark catching and growing. It would take a little while for the heat of it to reach the bed, but she didn't dare start it larger. The hearth stones were still stained black from her last attempt at that.

She assumed that it was the cold that had woken her, and she turned to see if her bed companion had been similarly affected. She shouldn't have been surprised to see that he wasn't, the man had slept for months in a room with a hole in the roof after all, what was a little cold air?

No, Cullen was still sound asleep, the blanket thrown low over his hips, and his arms splayed out at his sides. His face was smooth and relaxed, a sign that no dreams were disturbing him, and she could just make out the faint sound of his breathing over the whistle of the wind outside.

She curled onto her side and watched him as she waited for the heat of the fire to reach them, her gaze skimming over his chest and the steady rise and fall of it. Unable to help herself, and still more cold than she liked, Nell scooted herself closer, dragging a blanket with her, until she was flush against his side, her arm propping under her so that she could look down at him. Cullen shifted in his sleep to make room for her, turning a bit to face her even as his arm fitting against her back.

Nell smiled at the movement, glad for the heat of his palm against her cool skin, and lifted her hand to slid it over his chest and down over the plan of muscles that covered his stomach. She let her fingers dip into his navel then trail down the line of hair that started below it.

Keeping her fingers above the blanket, she let them ghost over his cock, grinning at the way it twitched with the faint contact, then settle on his thigh and knead the muscles there.

Cullen shifted again and sighed, his fingers scratching lightly at her back as she leaned over and ran her lips across his collar bone and down over his skin to his stomach. Running her tongue over the ripple of muscles there, she tugged at the blanket until it slid off of him. She let her hand move back to his member, the tips of her fingers sliding over him in a circular pattern until he had started to harden and his hips had begun to strain upwards towards the too light contact she was making.

Smiling against his skin she moved her mouth down so that it could take over for her hand, her lips sliding along the underside of his length before she skimmed her teeth lightly over the tip. She felt his hand work against her back again as his hips arched towards her, a stuttered breath escaping him as she licked at the head, the salty taste of him spreading over her tongue.

It only took another run of her mouth down and then back up over his skin for his hand to move to her head, his fingers gripping and tangling in her hair as he started to wake.

Nell felt him tense, could tell he was trying to figure out if he was dreaming, even as his sleep deepened voice broke the silence. "Nell? What?" He stuttered out an in articulate word as she curled her tongue around him. "Maker… What…What are you doing?"

She smiled against the ridge at the head, her eyes shooting to the side to see his flushed face and darkened eyes. "Waking you up," she murmured, her breath ghosting over his skin, then took him into her mouth.

He let out a groan at the action, his hand fisting more tightly in her hair, his nails making sharp pinpricks against her scalp. She drew him further into her mouth then back out again, her tongue pressing firmly against him as it worked down and then back up.

When his hips bucked into her and his breath was seething through his teeth, she pulled away from him, her tongue darting out to give him one final pass as his hips continued to strain towards her.

"Are you awake yet?" The words were said on a chuckle as his hands moved to her shoulders and pulled her up and over him, his mouth seeking hers out even as he gave his reply.

"Yes."

She sank into the kiss, her tongue gliding along his bottom lip before dipping into his mouth to play with his, but she didn't let herself linger. Instead she pulled away, sliding herself back down until the hard length of him was fitted against the folds of her heat, the wetness of her making it easy to slide against him. "Good."

Nell braced her hands against his chest, her lips curling into a smile as she slid forward and then back, watching as his eyes slid closed, his lashes dark against the pinked ting of his cheeks. She let her own eyes close after that, focusing on the feel of him rubbing over the bundle of nerves above her core and the way his hands gripped into the flesh of her thighs.

She pressed herself more tightly against him, feeling the pressure building in her until it finally broke, pleasure washing from her center and out through her fingers and toes. He continued to rut against her as she arched back, a cry pulling from her lips, coaxing her through the aftershocks.

Even as the pleasure began to ebb she felt him shifting, his arms coming around her as he rose to sitting and pulling her into a kiss. His teeth bit at her bottom lip, tugging lightly before he drew her deeper.

Cullen's hands slid down her and back to her hips, lifting her easily and then pulling her back down so that she sank over him, his cock filling and stretching her and causing her to call out again. He froze for a few moments, his mouth skimming from hers to play at the pulse in her neck before sliding further down, his movements arching her back enough so that he could take one of her nipples into his mouth.

He bit lightly at the straining nub before circling it with his tongue. She wiggled against him, her hands moving to his shoulders as he continued to suck and toy at her breasts, causing her to clinch around him.

As if taking that as a cue, he began to move her, his hands gripping into her buttocks as he lifted her and brought her back down steadily. It was a slow rhythm, one that had the pleasure building back up at an almost crawling pace, and it went on for a long time, longer than she thought was even possible.

But finally, finally, it began to quicken and she circled her arms around his neck so that she could draw him into another kiss as she began to move herself.

Their movements became erratic as the speed picked up, and she heard him mutter against her mouth, some half formed curse or prayer, even as her pleasure crested around her. She felt him pump into her a few more times, his pace stuttered and words still tumbling from his lips, before he emptied himself into her.

They stayed locked together for several minutes, their cheeks resting against each other. Finally, she felt him tilt his face forward, his teeth skimming her shoulder and giving her a light bite. "Can I ask what that was for?" His voice was still slightly sleep roughened and a little breathless, but she could hear the smile in it, so she leaned back and grinned at him. "I couldn't sleep."

"Oh."

"And I was cold."

He laughed and let himself fall back onto the bed, pulling her with him so that she was sandwiched between his arms and his chest. She felt him move and then a blanket was pulled over her shoulders, cocooning them both in warmth.

"You know, you could have just curled into me, or made the fire bigger."

She pressed her lips to his chest then turned her head so she could snuggle closer to him. "I could have. This was better."

He made some non-committal sound and stroked a hand down her spine. "Yes. It was."