"And what do you get if I lose, which, My Lady, I should point out is probably not going to happen." Cullen could feel himself smirk with his words and watched as Nell over exaggerated a thoughtful expression.
"I could win, I've gotten better," she stated after a moment, her lips tilting up even as he gave a disbelieving laugh and moved a piece to capture one of her knights.
"I suppose anything is possible," he conceded though they both knew he didn't mean a word of it. "So, what would be your prize?"
He watched as she reached over to pick up the recently fallen night and start to toy with it as she thought again; finally she offered him a slow smile that ended with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "You."
"Me?"
"Mmm." She leaned forward slightly as she moved a piece and then went back to passing the knight between her hands, her fingers catching his attention as they glided a bit too suggestively over the wood. "You. Any way I want you, for the rest of the day."
He cleared his throat and forced himself to look back up at her face, which, with the expression she was making, wasn't much better. She looked like she already had plenty of ideas of what those things would be. "And what about the work that needs to be done?"
When her smile widened he knew she probably wanted to say that she didn't care about what had been planned for the day, but instead she set the knight down with a soft click and leaned her chin onto her hands. "If you are worried about that, Commander, you should probably make sure I don't win."
"Nell," he started then gave a strangled huff of laughter when he watched her finger move up her chin and over her lower lip, the nail gliding across the skin there before dipping in so that her tongue could play over the tip. Taking a moment to swallow, he finally moved his gaze back to the board and reached out to knock his queen to its side. "Oh, look at that, you won. You are getting better. Well done, Inquisitor."
She started laughing as he stood from his seat and reached out for her hand so he could all but yank her up with him and drag her from the garden.
