The Commander had made a terrible mistake.

Tessa was thoroughly frustrated and tried planning her revenge throughout the whole celebration of the dragon slaying, but all she could focus on was her silly, smug, and completely sexy Commander. After the way he kissed her earlier, all Tessa could think about was dragging Cullen to a shadowy corner and having her way with him. Two months was way too long.

She drummed her fingers on the armrest of her chair at the head of her table as she pondered what to do about her predicament.

"Did someone piss in your beer?"

Tessa looked to see that Sera had plopped down in the empty seat next to her. The party was in full swing now and there was currently a group surrounding Iron Bull and Dorian as they tried to outdrink each other.

Cullen was standing to the side with Cassandra and some of his lieutenants and the rest of her Inner Circle was scattered about the room among the nobles and ambassadors visiting Skyhold.

"You could say that," Tessa finally replied, looking back at the elf.

"What happened? Did Cully Wully do something?"

Feeling a little more brave because of the alcohol, Tessa pouted and rested her chin on her hand. "More like what he didn't do," she grumbled.

Sera's obnoxious giggle surrounded her. "Didn' know that Cullen Wullen liked playing those games. Just drag him off to that war table of yours and shag 'im there. There's bets on whether you actually done it or not."

The elf let out a loud belch before laughing more.

Tessa thought about what Sera had suggested.

Her. Cullen. And the war table...that actually didn't sound like a bad idea.

"Sera, I need you to do something for me."

"Wot?"

After 15 minutes of scheming, Tessa gave Sera the note for Cullen and she made her way to the war room.

The Inquisitor looked around, pondering her next move before finally deciding to just strip down to her smalls. She hopped up to sit on the large table, wondering how she was going to go about this. This idea seemed much better in her head.

She suddenly heard the thud of heavy boots down the hallway and she decided to go for nonchalant as she waited for the door to open. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she was prepared to throw a fireball if it wasn't Cullen.

Cullen finally stepped in, holding the note she told Sera to give him up to his face. "Did you need something, Tess-"

He finally saw her and the note fell from his hands.

Tessa smirked at how his jaw was almost dropping. Biting her lip, she beckoned to him with a finger. "Yes, I need you to fix something from earlier."

As Cullen strode toward her, Tessa knew one thing.

They definitely would be coming to the war room more often.

Tessa felt her teeth click against his he kissed her so hard. Her fingers tugged and pulled at his clothing. She had to bite back a sigh when they finally managed to remove his shirt. Maker, his chest was magnificent. Tessa left a trail of sucking kisses down his throat and he let out a groan when she let her mouth trail along a long, white scar near his collarbone.

Her blood quickened in her veins and Tessa was tired of waiting for what she wanted to happen, as much as she liked the attention Cullen usually gave her when they made love.

She gently pushed him away before getting off the table and turning around and leaning her forearms on it. She gave him what she hoped was a seductive look over her shoulder. "I'm waiting," she said in a sing song voice, wiggling her behind a little.

Poor Cullen looked like he was about to have a stroke.

"Tess, a-are you sure?"

Tessa let her head fall, causing her hair to spill around her now-blushing face. Maker, she had thought he would want this as much as she did. They had talked about the various things they would like to try in bed and both Tessa and Cullen had thought that making love in the war room would be exciting in itself.

Also, Tessa had only heard good things about the physical part of this position and she had been eager to try it eventually.

She almost wished Cullen wasn't the white knight he was about this. Then again, his tendency to constantly make sure she was enjoying anything they did gave her the courage to actually try what they talked about. She knew that he would stop if she didn't like anything and she for him and that was more reassuring than anything.

But now, she was positive she wanted-no-needed this. "Cullen, if you don't pin me against this table and have your way with me this instant I-"

A long moan was ripped from her throat when Cullen promptly moved her smalls to the side and thrust into her, hard.

The front of her thighs came into contact with the edge of the table and the slight pinch of it digging into her skin only added to her arousal.

Maker, she missed this. The past two months have been more trying than usual and she and Cullen haven't been able to spend that much time together when they did see each other. She missed the intimate contact and the feel of him.

Tessa could only gasp out moan after moan as Cullen started to pick up the pace and she wished she had something she could actually hold onto as the strength of his thrusts only increased as well.

His arm wrapped around her and Tessa barely bit back a cry as his fingers started to rub at her clit.

She could feel his chest against her back as he held her closer to him with his other arm and she shivered when she felt his lips on the back of her neck. It was amazing how he just seemed to know how to touch her in the right way at the right time.

Her breasts were now pressed against the cool, smooth wood of the war table and Tessa started to whimper when she felt her climax quickly approaching.

"Cullen!"

She let out a little yelp when her orgasm hit her hard, causing her back to bow and her hips to buck back against his. She almost didn't feel him reach his own end right after she did.

They both lay panting at the war table and Tessa knew that if Cullen pulled away she wouldn't be able to stand. Her legs felt like jelly and every muscle in her body was limp. Cullen's warm lips kept pressing kisses to the skin around her neck and shoulders and Tessa shivered at the feeling. She could already feel the burn of desire slowly returning from the touch.

Cullen pulled away from her and slowly turned her around, helping her up onto the table, pulling her smalls down as he did. He trailed kisses down her throat before moving so she was sprawled out over the war table.

Tessa let out an airy moan when he pressed himself at her entrance again. She was amazed that he was ready to go again so soon. His large, calloused hands reached up and slowly intertwined his fingers with her dainty ones, pressing them to the war table next to her head.

It was incredible how two completely different situations could be equally arousing.

Cullen's pace was slow this time, as if he was savoring every moment and all Tessa could do was lay back and sigh, lightly pressing her heels into the small of his back. The way he tilted his hips was hitting just the right spot inside her and she was shivering from the feeling.

"I missed you," he whispered over and over again against her skin.

Tessa's climax this time was long and rolling, leaving pleasant waves of energy tingling in her veins and she grinned as she stroked the Commander's hair.

"I missed you too," she whispered, pressing a peck to his cheek. She then giggled and rocked her hips against his. "We'll have to do this more often."

Cullen snorted out a laugh, resting his forehead on her shoulder. "Only if Leliana and Josephine don't catch us."

Tessa couldn't help but laugh along.