Lady Pentaghast sighs quietly as she focuses her ears and listens to the gentle rhythmic patter of the rain as it drips from somewhere above their tent and the canopy of trees that they have made camp under, onto the thick canvas material of their shelter. The steady thump of the large drops of rain against their tent making her wish they were back at Skyhold in the warm and dry, under a real roof and behind warming and protective walls rather than still on the road. They were still four days riding before they would reach the end of the mountain trail and their home, but the further they got into the mountains the worse the weather was going to get. Soon the rain and cold would be replaced by snow and howling winds, and she wasn't sure what was worse.
Cassandra shivers slightly at the thought, her time in The Seekers and The Inquisition had meant she had spent a lot of time out in the field and in pop up shelters and beds, but more recently her life at Skyhold had left her spoilt and she had become much more accustomed to a nice warm and incredibly soft bed. Lady Pentaghast had no idea how she had ever managed to sleep out in the elements when she didn't have her Lord Trevelyan to keep her warm. The nights spent miserable, cold and packed in with as many of her Order as would fit seemed like a distant memory and another life away. She fixes her eyes into the darkness at her side, trying to focus on the rhythm hoping it will help send her off to sleep and forget about how cold her toes are.
Lady Pentaghast feels Lord Trevelyan stir behind her and wrap his arms instinctively around her tighter, drawing her closer to his body so she is tucked safely beneath his chin and his head is resting against the back of hers. She immediately appreciates the warmth of his chest pressed against her back, the feel of his shallow breath against the back of her head and his arm around her waist wondering how he had managed to fall asleep so quickly when she was still laying awake. It was late, the fire was burning outside and the camp was mostly quiet, so she knew she had been awake for hours. She hears his breath remain even as he continues to sleep deeply, wrapped around her for comfort even as he sleeps. She glances over her shoulder at him, just about being able to make out the shape of his sleeping form and the features of his face in the small amount of light that trickles through the gap in the flap of their small tent from the logs that burn in the fire pit to give them all warmth and safety.
These past few weeks had been hard for them both, he had nearly been taken from her completely because of the mark and the vial and she had almost lost her life at his hands. Him keeping things from her, trying to protect her and not sharing his past with her had almost torn them apart. She had betrayed his trust and left him questioning their relationship but they had forgiven and decided that nothing was as important as each other. Now he slept soundly next to her even though she knew he had a worried mind and his peaceful slumber never lasted very long. She longed for her own mind to settle and her body to stop shivering and allow her to join him in the rest she desperately needed; she still had work to do and a long day ahead of her.
Cassandra turns in his arms to face him in the darkness; leaning up slightly resting her cheek on her hand so can see her sleeping Inquisitor. Her eyes travel over the smooth skin of his face; his lightly closed lids that hide the brown pools of his eyes, the small curve at the corner of his mouth that always begged to be kissed with her own lips, the small furrow at his brow that deepened when he was deep in thought. She couldn't help but wonder what features of her lover would be passed to their child, would they have his eyes? Would they inherit his kind soul and gentle nature? Would they be driven by loyalty and be loved by those around them? Maybe they would have her stubbornness but his mischief. But he wasn't just her lover anymore.. She was now his wife. Cassandra smiles to herself as she gazes upon her sleeping husband.
The peaceful look of a contented man looks back at her and she envies him at that moment. With all the pressure that was placed upon The Inquisitor, he was tonight able to sleep knowing he and his family were safe beneath their canvas sanctuary. Cassandra pulls the furs and blankets up tighter around them, trying to keep the cold from waking him and hoping that he'll get a while longer to rest. She hears the sound of boots outside their tent and the quiet mumble of some of the Inquisition solders talking to each other as they pass and make their way around the perimeter of the camp, making sure that there is nothing out of the ordinary and most likely trying to keep the chill from their bodies. She hears their voices get further away as they move back to the large fire that has been constructed in the middle of the camp. Lady Pentaghast strains her ears trying to listen for any trace of noise or sounds from the tent that has been pitched against the side of their own, where she knows the Commander Cullen will be sleeping. She wonders if he is struggling to sleep too or if the last few days of travelling have left him tired enough to sleep as deeply as her lover, she imagines her best friend and protector curled up under his own set of furs trying to push some of the painful memories of Ostwick away and remind himself that he was happy for his friends and their secret marriage that he had been a part of.
The Seeker wriggles in her position on their makeshift bed trying to get comfortable on the bedroll that they share that is really too small for two people to occupy without getting very cosy, she draws her arms around her body trying to warm herself up as she cuddles into Lord Trevelyan again. She didn't know if it was his Free Marches blood or something else entirely, but her Inquisitor was always warm and always willing to share his body heat with her. Cassandra lets out a quiet huff when she leans closer still to him, burying her head beneath his chin. She notices the thin leather hanging around his neck, the dark brown of the material laying flat against his chest where his gold wedding band hangs. Lady Pentaghast runs the tip of her finger around his wedding ring watching how smooth and warm it feels from his body. They'd agreed he would wear it on his finger when he could, but they didn't want anyone to notice him suddenly wearing a wedding band. That was how his Mother, Lady Trevelyan had found out about their secret marriage.
"Cassandra.." The Seeker hears The Inquisitor yawn sleepily, obviously having been disturbed by her restlessness and attempting to get close to him to warm herself up. She feels him move away from her when he rolls over onto his back, raising his arm and resting it over his eyes still not fully awake while his other hand rests on his stomach.
Cassandra can't help but smile hearing his sleepy mumble but feeling guilty for almost waking him, he usually called her by her full name when he was either angry with her or she was being sulky, both of which could and often did happen at the same time.
"Go back to sleep." Lady Pentaghast whispers following the movement of his body with her own, not wanting to be away from his warmth for too long and hoping that she can sooth him back to sleep. She cuddles into his side, wrapping her arm across his waist as she rests her head on his chest almost having to lay on top of him to fit into the narrow bed.
"I am asleep." The Seeker hears him sigh and feels his chest lower beneath her cheek as his breath evens again. "Whatswrong.." The Seeker hears his words trail into each other when he yawns again, his arm moving tighter over his face.
"I'm cold.." Cassandra whispers against his skin feeling herself shiver and cling tighter to him, the Seeker could think of plenty of ways she would like to be warmed up by Lord Trevelyan and the majority of them involved them being naked.
"Hmmm." Lord Trevelyan mumbles from behind his arm making Cassandra smile again at his attempt to reply to her even when he is on the edge of sleep. She places her hand on his bare chest, stroking her palms against his skin hearing him sigh at her touch. "What did you say?" The Inquisitor yawns as he drops his arm from covering his face; he rolls over onto his side to face her, moving his arms around her waist when she lets him draw her into his arms pulling her flush against him.
"It's cold." Lady Pentaghast whispers wrapping her arms around him in return, she feels him place his head against her shoulder when she strokes the back of his head, letting her fingertips run through the hair at the base of his neck. The Seeker presses her lips against the top of his head, nuzzling her mouth against him when she feels him relax his hold on her slightly as he dozes, wrapped around her. "Ashton.." Cassandra mumbles against his ear as The Inquisitor relaxes against her threatening to fall asleep again. "Husband of mine." The Seeker whispers, wondering if he would be upset for her waking him, she feels him slide his hands down her back knowing he is awake.
"Shhh.." Lord Trevelyan whispers as he tangles his legs with hers holding her closer to him, Lady Pentaghast closes her eyes for a moment when she feels him lift his head to brush his mouth against her throat. "You'll wake the camp up." He mumbles moving his lips to press against hers in a light kiss, making her smile beneath his touch.
She was usually trying to keep him quiet and remain discreet when they were in camp, especially when their tent was pressed up against Commander Cullen's. They would have to be even more discreet if Ser Rutherford was going to be receiving moments of her feelings through their new bond. Especially when Lord Trevelyan would tease her mercilessly knowing exactly what to whisper to her in the dark and how to touch her to make her scream.
"I don't think that is something you are concerned about." Cassandra whispers when she feels his body shake lightly as he chuckles at her words and rest his head against hers again. "I'm sorry I woke you." She adds placing her icy hands on his warm chest, feeling him jump slightly at the difference between their body temperatures.
"No you're not." Lord Trevelyan laughs quietly, bringing a hand up to his face to rub his eyes with the back of his hand. Cassandra watches him blink a couple of times trying to banish the sleepiness from them so he can focus on her in the dark. She loved the vulnerable Inquisitor that was saved just for her at night.
"Well maybe not, but I am sorry about my cold hands." Cassandra giggles quietly when he wraps his arms even tighter around her when he shakes the sleepiness from his head and realises that she is feeling the cold.
The Seeker spreads her fingers wide on his chest feeling the strong thump of his heart beneath them, she drops her eyes to the ring that is sitting perfectly on her finger as if it had been made especially for her. Her wedding band was much more intricate than his in design and they knew they would be able to convince people that it was nothing more than an engagement ring that she now wore. Cassandra watches as the deep blue stone sparkles when she moves her hand. A Trevelyan family ring and now it was hers. When she looks back into his eyes she sees that he has watched her brief gaze at the promise they have made to each other in Ostwick. They were bound by something more powerful than a blood bond.
"I can warm those up." The Inquisitor gives her a wry smile, placing his hands over hers and guiding them down to his stomach. She feels his eyes settle on hers before she leans forward to kiss him gently on the corner of his mouth. "You should have woken me sooner.." He whispers resting his hands on her waist, fixing his eyes on her when she realises she has not only woken her Inquisitor but has got his complete attention.
"You looked so peaceful." Lady Pentaghast smiles, one that he returns she can just about see in the near dark. Cassandra watches him nod as he dips his head to capture her mouth with his in a kiss that sends warmth rushing around her body, she feels him tangle his fingers in her hair trying to get her closer to him.
The Seeker sighs lightly when her lover guides her onto her back with his body, making her forget all about how cold she is when his large frame covers hers. He places a hand either side of her head as she lets him settle between her legs. The Seeker feels her body instinctively arch into his trying to get closer contact with every part of him.
"Let me get you some more blankets." Lord Trevelyan whispers breaking his mouth from hers and pressing a gentle kiss against her cheek when he lets go of her, she suddenly feels bereft of his body when he slides out from under the furs and out of the small camp bed trying to ignore the creak of the wood when he stands up. She watches him totter on his feet for a moment, his limbs still not fully functional from his sleep she has dragged him from.
"I was perfectly content with your body, My Lord." Lady Pentaghast giggles again watching the naked shape of him begin to rummage around on the floor and through their belongings looking for more blankets, the light from the fire outside just giving her enough to locate where he is.
Cassandra watches him pause when he hears boots passing by their tent again and the low drawl of a conversation between a group of soldiers and their laughter.
"I will return my body to you, when I've finished finding you another blanket." Lord Trevelyan mumbles when he unbuckles a metal latch on a pack, opening it to see if he can find anything else they can use to keep warm.
The Seeker watches him dig around for a moment before pulling another blanket out of the bottom; he discards the bag onto the floor, as he stands up as tall as the cramped tent will let him.
"Is that a promise?" Lady Pentaghast eyes him for a moment, not caring that he notices her gazing at him; she caught him doing the same all the time so it was only fair she got to appreciate the man she adored, especially when they came so close to parting ways.
Cassandra fights back the wave of sadness when she remembers how much she had hurt him and how happy she was to be with him now, no more lies or keeping anything from each other no matter how much it hurt. They'd married in secret agreeing that they didn't want to spend any more time without each other and she wasn't going to let anything break the promise they'd made. She mouths a 'thank you' to him when he pads back towards her.
"Anything else you'd like while I'm up?" Lord Trevelyan whispers making her giggle quietly aware that she can't make too much noise, she slips out from under the furs and shuffles herself to the edge of the wooden frame letting her own legs hang over the edge. "A snack maybe?" He adds as she watches him crouch down next to their bed, wrapping the extra blanket around her shoulders trying to give her some more warmth. "Better?" Lord Trevelyan whispers.
"Mhmm.." Cassandra nods gazing at her husband, wondering how she ever got so lucky to have found love with a man like him. She wraps the blanket tighter around her body watching him stand up again.
"Is that rain?" The Inquisitor whispers when she watches him glance up at the roof of their tent, hearing the same rain dropping onto the fabric that she had been listening to.
He places his hand flat onto the surface of the canvas, feeling the rain beginning to fall harder and faster from the sky above them. He pushes his hand where the material begins to bow under the weight of the water, causing it to rush down the sides of their tent. She lets her eyes take in the sight of the bandage that is still wrapped tightly around his palm from the knife wound from their Commander, she could see it was still troubling him but Lord Trevelyan didn't do complaining very often.
"We aren't in the Free Marches anymore. There is still time for us to turn back and return to Ostwick. You said there wasn't much rain." Lady Pentaghast chuckles trying to keep her voice quiet so not to wake anyone.
"I'd miss the rain if we didn't live at Skyhold." The Inquisitor glances at her giving her a smile, she knew he loved their sanctuary just as much as she did. "I'd miss the snow too, the warm fires and the extra blankets." He adds making Cassandra sigh, home sweet Skyhold. When they got back the snow would be most likely already beginning to cover the Mountain path, lots of warm fires and blankets would be needed. "And the Sunshine, Cass. Beating through our bedroom window and those days that the sun is so hot we need to hide under our favourite tree.." Cassandra sees him smile again, she didn't think she had ever heard her lover speak as fondly of their home as he was now, maybe getting some time to visit Ostwick had made him homesick for their Fortress. "I like the months that come before the winter best, those cooler mornings where we get to stay in bed to keep warm." Lord Trevelyan sighs as he steps closer to the door of their tent, she notices him take hold of the edge of the flap between his fingers pulling it back further so he can see outside and watch the rain.
Cassandra sees him move his head trying to take in the sight of the quiet camp outside their tent. She hoped the Inquisition soldiers had moved far away enough from their tent that they weren't going to see him peaking out in all his naked glory.
"I'm looking forward to getting home." Lady Pentaghast whispers when he glances over his shoulder at her, she watches the tent darken again when he drops the fabric from between his fingers. She watches him nod as he fiddles with the flap for a moment making sure its pulled tightly across to keep the rain from getting in.
"I'm rather fond of our little house in the mountains." The Seeker laughs quietly at his words, there was nothing little about Skyhold but she had to agree, she loved it too.
Cassandra feels his eyes fix on her as she gazes at him again; there was something comforting about Lord Trevelyan that she could never put her finger on. He made her feel safe and protected, always made her feel loved and cherished, he was there for her no matter what and just his presence brought her more happiness and joy than she could ever imagine. He was her home.
"Come back to bed." Lady Pentaghast whispers "You said I could have your body." She adds seeing the smirk creep onto his face and his eyes slowly travel down her body, she lifts her hand beckoning him to her. "To keep me warm, Lord Trevelyan." She whispers to him with a giggle when she sees him stepping over their belongings and clothes that are strewn across the floor, mainly his from the searching through their trunks and bags before he had received another telling off from her as to why he was always so untidy.
Lady Pentaghast leans towards him when he kneels down next to the bed again, feeling him take hold of the blanket that is wrapped around her in his fists so he can draw her closer. The Inquisitor places his hands onto her bare knees, stroking his palms against her soft skin as he slides his hands higher up her legs making Cassandra's breath catch when he slips his hands onto the inside of her thighs.
"Has our brief trip across the sea made you so unprepared for cold the weather already?" Lord Trevelyan smirks when she watches him drop his eyes to her mouth again. Cassandra returns his smile when she sees the tip of his tongue dart out to moisten his bottom lip.
"I am married to the Sun. I don't need to be afraid of the night or cold when I have you to warm me." Lady Pentaghast feels his eyes return to hers at her words. "You will always give me light and warmth." She places her hand on the back of his neck pulling him closer still until she can press her forehead against his.
"What does that make you, if I am the Sun?" The Inquisitor asks letting go of the blanket from his hands so that he can place both of his palms on her face. Cassandra sighs when he directs her face to his, pressing his lips gently against hers. "Are you the moon?" He mumbles against her mouth.
"No, the Moon and the Sun never get to spend much time together." Lady Pentaghast laughs placing her hands on his shoulders pushing him back from her slightly. "Maybe I will be a flower." Cassandra giggles when she sees her lover roll his eyes at her. "Always reaching and leaning towards my source of life". She adds hearing him snort.
"Showing off your pretty petals?" Lord Trevelyan asks receiving a smack in his chest from Cassandra making him laugh. "Maybe you are a flower, always trying to entice me with your beauty. Trying to make me gaze upon you." The Inquisitor laughs again until Cassandra places her finger to her lips reminding him he needs to be quiet. "Maybe I am not the Sun.." He begins as he begins to climb to his feet, leaning over her so that she is forced to move back onto their bed.
"Then what are you?" Lady Pentaghast whispers, seeing a smile at the edge of his mouth as he considers his answer.
Cassandra leans back onto the bed and into the pillow as he follows her with his body, he places his hands either side of her head again and moves to rest himself between her thighs. She looks up at him suddenly feeling her body begging for him to be closer to her, she wanted him to claim her and show her that she belonged to him.
"Maybe.." The Inquisitor whispers as he dips his head to brush his lips against hers, she closes her eyes for a moment feeling the gentle warmth of his breath on her skin as he continues "Maybe I am.." He mumbles when she feels herself parting her lips inviting him to kiss her until she couldn't focus on anything but his mouth.
The Seeker slides her arms around him pulling him tighter against her until his forearms are flat against the bed beside her and his body is flush to hers. She tries to keep the sigh of satisfaction from escaping her lips when her lover finally crushes his mouth against hers, his fingers finding their way into her dark hair trying to cover every part of her with his body. Cassandra wraps her legs loosely around his waist letting the heels of her feet press into his hips as he kisses her.
"I want you," The Seeker whimpers against his mouth making him smile. She didn't care if he called her bossy and demanding, she knew what she wanted from him and she wasn't afraid to ask for it. She wanted to remind him that there was part of him that had wanted to take her against the door in the Trevelyan estate and she had come close to agreeing. "I love you." Cassandra giggles when he removes his mouth from her and slides his hands down her body slowly.
"I love you." The Inquisitor replies as he lifts her legs tighter around him and slips his hand between them. "Maybe I am just a man that has everything he could ever want in life.." Lord Trevelyan begins as he trails his hand lower making her gasp at his touch. "Just a husband that loves his wife."
"You are much more than just anything.." Cassandra giggles as he leans to press his lips to hers again, drawing her deeper into his touch and kiss.
Lady Pentaghast takes hold of the material between her fingers as she pulls the flap back that makes up the door to their tent, lifting it high enough so that she can poke her head out. She scrunches her face up slightly when she feels how cold it is, the cool morning air hitting her as she blinks to let her eyes adjust to the half-light. She notices the light mist that hangs in the air mixed with the thick wood smoke that is still coming from the fire and swirling above the tents. She ducks under the flap as she places her booted feet onto the muddy and wet ground. It was all too tempting to retreat back into the dark and warmth that the canvas shelter had offered them all night when she shivers, pulling the much too big coat tighter around her. She huffs when she feels a drop of rain, fall from the overhanging canopy of trees above them and onto her face. Cassandra lifts her hand to wipe the wet from her cheek as she raises her eyes to glance at the grey sky through the branches and the dark clouds that are threatening to empty rain on them at any moment. But at least it wasn't snowing yet.
The Seeker lowers her eyes to take a look around their camp. She immediately notices how quiet it is and that the light sound of breathing and snoring from the tents, the crackling of the fire and the pattering of the remaining rain is all she can hear. Lady Pentaghast spots two soldiers talking quietly to each other as they walk around the edge of the camp, keeping watch and ensuring that The Inquisitor is always safe. It was still only first light so the rest of the Inquisition soldiers that had accompanied them, would still be getting as much sleep as they could before they needed to pack up their tents, load up the carts and continue on the trail to Skyhold. She spots Lord Trevelyan crouching in front of the fire pit with his back to her, carefully placing some more wood and logs onto the fire to keep it alive and providing them with some warmth. She smiles to herself when she sees him, the man she intended to spend the rest of her life with. She watches him climb to his feet, he lift his arms above his head with a stretch and a yawn trying to ease the sleep from his muscles. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand showing how recently he's woken up and how much the smoke is bothering him.
"You should have woken me.." Cassandra whispers trying to keep her voice low as to not wake the rest of the camp before they were ready, but loud enough to reach him.
She sees him glance over his shoulder when he's heard her, a smile creeping onto his face when he looks at her. The Seeker sees him laugh and shake his head when he spots that she has borrowed his favourite coat and has wrapped the long leather jacket tightly around her to keep the chill from her body. Cassandra watches him shove his hands into the pockets of his breeches trying to keep them warm as he lets out of a puff of his warm breath, creating a cloud in front of his face.
"I thought you might appreciate a few more minutes," The Inquisitor replies, another smile at his mouth when she steps away from the front of the tent and towards him. He'd done his duty as husband and kept her up most of the night. "Could you not find your own clothes this morning, Cass?" He asks as he turns his attention back to the fire, kicking at the edge of it with the toe of his boot.
"Not ones that smell of you." Lady Pentaghast giggles taking hold of the collar of his leather coat that she wears, dragging it up to her face and nose to take a deep breath of his scent causing him to laugh again.
He smelled like sunshine, and warmth, a masculine and intoxicating fragrance she found comfort in. He also smelled of the sweet musk she would sometimes see him dab beneath his jaw when he'd finished shaving, he knew she liked that smell on his skin.
"Well I think it looks good on you." He replies as she watches him bend again to throw a stray piece of wood back into the centre of the fire that has slipped from its place.
Cassandra takes the last few steps between them, immediately feeling the warmth from the fire the closer she gets. She feels him sigh beneath her touch when she places her hands on his waist. The Seeker wraps her arms around his large frame, resting her face against the cold leather that covers his back so that her cheek is pressed against his shoulder blade.
"Why are you awake so early?" Cassandra feels him shrug lightly and lower his head, dropping his eyes to look through the smoke and into the flames not answering her question. Lady Pentaghast watches him lift his arms so that she can slide her arms around his waist, slipping her hands beneath his jacket and shirt to rest on his chest.
"I was thinking about something you said about Jack." Lord Trevelyan finally answers making her lift her head from his back to rest her chin on his shoulder. Lady Pentaghast feels him remove his hands from his pockets and place them over hers that she strokes against his stomach. She smiles when she feels him take both of her hands in his and link their fingers together.
"Anything in particular?" Cassandra feels him falter for a moment as if he isn't sure how to continue with what he wants to say. She gently slides her thumbs against his, letting him gather himself.
He'd always been patient with her when she had found it so difficult to open up and voice her feelings so it was only right she did the same for him. He was very rarely lost for words and she knew something was bothering him, he seemed deep in thought but he didn't seem as worried as she had seen him before.
"Well more about something you said about Jack, that I think we need to consider for our baby." The Inquisitor replies, she sees him glance over his shoulder at her again giving her a small smile. She loved when they talked about their baby, even if it left them both feeling terrified at the thought of being parents. "You said that Jack is surrounded by people that love him. He has his Grandparents in Ostwick." He continues making her nod. "Well our child is going to be born at Skyhold." He adds as she frowns slightly unsure where he was going with this, she squeezes him tighter trying to use his body to protect her from the damp and cold as another swirl of freezing wind circles them.
"I don't follow.." Lady Pentaghast whispers hearing him laugh. He places his hand around her wrist so that he can unwrap he arms from around him, drawing her around to stand in front of him so that she can get the benefit of the fire. Cassandra lets him wrap his own arms around her pulling her into his comforting embrace, letting herself be wrapped up in him and his constant warm body.
"They will be surrounded by people that love them too, but all of our family live far away from us." The Inquisitor begins again as she lets him tuck her beneath his chin and place his hands gently on her stomach. "The people that we have chosen to be in our lives and living with us at Skyhold are going to play an important part in our children's lives. They are going to be family to them.."
"I don't understand what this has to do with Jack?" Lady Pentaghast giggles as hears him huff quietly, another cloud of his breath gathering at his mouth. "I'm sorry, please continue." Cassandra whispers feeling that he isn't going to continue talking if she keeps antagonising him. "What do you mean my wonderful Husband?"
"What I mean is.." Lord Trevelyan mumbles as he dips his head to press a kiss against her cheek making her lean into him further. "I think we should ask Cullen to be a guardian when the baby is born. I think we should make sure that he is always going to be someone that will look out for and care for our Children. Someone that they can consider a family member."
"Really?" Lady Pentaghast feels her brow lift in surprise at his words.
Asking someone to become your child's guardian was a very big and important decision, one that came with a lot of responsibility and significance. Of course it was mostly a symbolic role rather than a practical one, but all the same those that were asked to be guardians knew how important it was that they said yes. Cassandra smiles lightly when she thinks about what Lord Trevelyan is suggesting, he wanted their friend to be part of their future and he wanted Cullen to have a role in their child's life too.
"Is that so strange?" The Inquisitor laughs when Lady Pentaghast turns in his arms so that she is facing him, she fixes her eyes on him for a moment seeing that there is no sign of him suggesting it to tease her. Cassandra places her hands flat on his chest, slipping her fingertips beneath the lapels of his coat.
"Cullen?" The Seeker asks again seeing him nod at her question; she slides her palms up to his shoulders so that she can wrap her arms around his neck. "Is that really what you want?" She adds watching him lower his eyes from hers as he nods again.
"Just if anything was to happen to us both.." Lord Trevelyan begins hearing Cassandra groan as soon as he says it and roll her eyes at him. "We have to think about these things, love. Our lives aren't just for each other anymore." He laughs holding her tighter in his arms. "I know.. I know we are going to grow old surrounded by our Children, but it would be nice to know we have someone that already knows and loves them, should the worst happen."
"You worry as much as I do.." Lady Pentaghast giggles seeing him smirk; she drops her arms from around his neck and slips them back to beneath his jacket again trying to use his warmth to keep her from shivering. "You are lucky I love you." Cassandra whispers stepping onto her tiptoes to press her lips against his, letting her mouth linger against his. She quickly pulls away from him when she feels the first light spots of rain begin to fall onto them.
"We trust him, he cares about us.." The Inquisitor begins glancing up at the sky; he takes hold of her body tighter against his lowering his head when he feels the rain begin to fall. "And he is a good man.." Lord Trevelyan adds making Cassandra nod. He didn't need to tell her all of the good things about Commander Cullen; she knew that even with all of the darkness he'd faced in his past, he was a good and kind man.
"I think he'd like that." Cassandra smiles. "We know they would be safe and loved." She adds reluctantly letting go of Lord Trevelyan and stepping away from him, assuming that they would be trying to shelter from the rain rather than standing out in it.
"Stay with me.." The Inquisitor mumbles as he takes hold of the material at his shoulders, lifting it so he can remove it from his body. His want for her to be dry stronger than his want to be warm. He holds his jacket above them and their heads providing a shelter from the rain that threatens to soak them. He motions for her to join him and step out of the wet. "I'll keep you dry." He adds giving her a smile.
"I'm going back inside." Lady Pentaghast lifts her hand, pointing towards the tent that she has just come from. "You'll get soaked if you stay out here," She adds feeling his eyes on her as he watches her from beneath his makeshift shelter. "Ash, you'll freeze." She sees another grin appear at his mouth.
"Why don't you come here and warm me up, Seeker?" Lord Trevelyan lifts an eyebrow with his question and she sees him bite his bottom lip gently.
Cassandra huffs not wanting to even look at him when he was being so ridiculous and looking so enticing, so she looks into the fire for a moment. She sees him smirk again, wondering if anyone would even notice if she threw him to the muddy floor and mounted him.
"Stop.." Lady Pentaghast huffs looking back at him again, she sees him shrug innocently. "Stop doing that with your face." She giggles when he smirks again.
"I'm not doing anything, Lady Trevelyan." He replies making a smile tug at the corner of her mouth, she loved hearing those words and that name coming from his lips and couldn't wait till they could tell everyone and have their wedding at Skyhold.
"Didn't you get your fill of me last night, Lord Trevelyan?" She asks seeing his brown eyes fixed on her as he shakes his head making her laugh out loud. "Are you sure? Surely you must be tired of me by now?" She laughs and asks again. No one had ever made her feel the way he did, he always made her feel like she was loved and wanted by him and like she was starting to feel worthy of his affection.
"I will never tire of you." The Inquisitor replies when she watches his eyes lift again as the drops of rain get bigger. "Come here.." He adds holding his coat higher to invite her in.
"I suppose you'd like me to ask Cullen?" Cassandra sighs seeing him smile that she doesn't want to leave him outside on his own, wondering if the dark clouds were going to be over them for very long.
The rest of their party would soon be waking up and interrupting their moment of quiet together and she knew if she retreated back to their tent they'd end up tearing at clothes and under their furs again.
"I was hoping you would." Lord Trevelyan mumbles beckoning her to him again. Cassandra quickly steps beneath his coat, wrapping her arms tight around his middle. She smiles to herself when she rests her head into his neck and he lowers his arms so that the coat is resting over the top of his head and covering them suddenly engulfing her in almost darkness.
"Why do I have to ask him?" Lady Pentaghast sighs again when she feels him place his palm on her back, drawing her against his warm body. "He listens to you," She whispers lifting her head slightly so that she can hear the rain beginning to bounce off of the leather of his coat that he protects her from. She smiles again when he rests his head against hers and goes quiet for a few moments, the sound of the rain and his breath all she can hear.
"Because he's your friend." The Inquisitor finally whispers when she feels him turns his head to press his mouth against her ear. "It would be better coming from you." He adds brushing his lips gently against her earlobe, letting his bottom lip catch her soft skin. Cassandra closes her eyes for a moment when she feels him slide his hand to her waist and trail his lips to her neck making her sigh.
"But you are the Inquisitor." Lady Pentaghast sighs feeling him remove his mouth from her as he laughs, she watches him lift his coat to let in more light so he can get a better look at her. Cassandra sees him narrow his eyes at her making her laugh. "Do it for me?" She coos at him making him huff and shake his head. The Seeker steps onto her toes again to kiss him softly stopping him from huffing any more.
"What are you two doing under there?" Cassandra hears Ser Rutherford's sleepy sounding voice coming from somewhere outside of their shelter. She reluctantly breaks her mouth from Lord Trevelyan's and takes hold of the bottom of his coat, lifting it higher so she can see out from beneath it.
"We were just talking about you actually," Lady Pentaghast laughs when she sets her eyes on their blonde friend through the light fog and smoke from the fire.
She watches him step carefully out of his own tent, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he does. The Inquisitor lifts his coat from over them, slipping his arms back into it and shrugging it up onto his shoulders. Cassandra gives Lord Trevelyan a smile when he wraps his arms around her again.
"Oh?" Cullen replies glancing over his shoulder at the pair as they watch him picking up a leather water pouch before he works his way across the camp towards them. "All good things I hope?" He asks giving them a light smile.
"We wanted to ask you something, Cullen" Lord Trevelyan begins. Cassandra turns her head to look at him giving him a reassuring nod, glad that he had decided to bring up the question himself.