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"Stupid Ox Man put me down!"
"No."
"I. Hate. You."
Bull couldn't help but smirk to himself as he made his way up to his room, the sound of his footsteps were drowned out every so often by either a curse or someone trying to wiggle their way out of his hold, neither worked of course. Readjusting her on his shoulder he turned and walked along the battlements, the smirk still present on his face.
Tama huffed and pouted like a child, she had not been handled this way since … she shook her head, now was not the time. Brushing her hair out of her eyes she looked down and noticed people staggering out of the now damaged wall of the Tavern, however now they were laughing in merriment. She hadn't meant to lose her temper, well ok if she had to admit it, it felt so good punching something since her run in with Bull. Now however he was back and carrying her like a child, she groaned in defeat this was definitely going to come back and kick her ass.
Pushing the large door open Bull quickly kicked it shut before throwing Tama not so gracefully onto his bed, chuckling as he watched her gain composure and of course send him the death glare once again.
"Your face will stay like that." he smirked before moving to the nearest seat and helping himself to the rest of the wine which sat half empty from the previous night.
Tama sat in disbelief he was such a ….. nug licker she amused herself with the dwarven curse, she was definitely spending too much time around Varric. Moving herself to the edge of the bed she swung her legs round and hissed when her now bare bloodied knuckles scraped across the blanket.
Great. Another thing for Solas and Cassandra to argue over.
She heard him shift his weight in his seat, looking up she groaned, "What?" hanging her head in defeat and hiding behind her hair, she was thankful she hadn't decided to tie it, she had to resist the urge to punch a now gloating Bull in front of her.
"I think you have traumatized poor Cullen." he chuckled taking another large sip out of the wine bottle.
"Was not my fault." she murmured before standing up from the bed. Ignoring her now protesting knuckles as she placed them at her side.
She was about to leave him there gloating when his voice stopped her in her tracks, "Never seen a Tamassranfight like that before."
He noticed her whole body shake when he mentioned her full name he braced himself for a fight when suddenly he noticed her shoulders drop, turning she was still not looking at him but at the floor, like a child who was about to be scolded, he raised an eyebrow, this was new.
Taking a deep breath she closed the distance between them, luckily the alcohol that was still warming her veins had given her some small amount of courage. She knew she would have to one day talk about this, especially ever since people started calling her the herald of andraste and with the power that seemed to have been thrust into her hands without any warning. Grabbing a stool she sat opposite him and brushed her hair from her eyes before taking a shaking breath, "Please do not tell anyone." she barely spoke, afraid the walls themselves would whisper her secret.
Bull took another sip from the wine bottle before offering it to her, he couldn't help but feel another small victory as he watched her shaking hand take the bottle and she proceeded to drink greedily from it. Leaning forward on his knees he studied her, there was no hint of deceit in her voice and the way her eyes wouldn't quite look at him, he swallowed, she was frightened. He had seen that very same look when his axe was about to cut the throat of a Tal-Vashoth. The same look of defeat, knowing this was the end.
Clearing his throat he walked over to her, placing a large hand on her shoulder, he felt her tense, "Don't worry Tama." she looked up at him then, he was once again mesmerised by her eyes, so bright … so frightened, "I won't tell anyone." that earned him a small smile. She handed the wine bottle back to him and he took another long drink. Shaking the bottle he noticed it was nearly gone, holding up a finger he went to the bookcase, if you could call it that, at the moment it seemed to hold a number of weapons instead of books, behind him and pulled another bottle from what seemed to be thin air.
Making his way back he dragged his stool closer so when he sat their knees were just barely touching, offering her the new wine he crossed his arms as he thought out loud. "There would be one hell of shit storm if the others found out. A Qunari priestess leading the Inquisition in the name of Andraste."
Tama couldn't help the bitter laugh as her predicament was stated out loud, "I do not think they would believe it at first." she muttered taking another drink from the bottle before handing it back to Bull. The way the wine slowly burned down her throat was a welcome relief, she could slowly feel her tense body relaxing and looking at Bull she doubted he would want to be the lead in the so called shit storm that was her life.
"Shit Tama." he muttered, "How the hell did you end up here." he couldn't help but raise his arms in disbelief.
Shrugging her shoulders she could only chuckle as the wine took full effect, leaning forward she pointed a finger at Bull, "I could say the same thing Ben Hassrath … but then again you get to go anywhere and meet anyone." the last bit was whispered as she tucked her hair once again behind her ear. She gasped as Bull quickly caught her wrist, looking at her knuckles he frowned.
"You will need some Elfroot on those." he looked back in shock as Tama withdrew her hand and shook her head vigorously, "They will be fine." she muttered placing them underneath thighs, ignoring the pain of raw flesh being brushed against material once again.
Bull laughed, slapping his knee he pointed to Tama, "You don't like Elfroot." that earned him a scowl.
"Shut. Up." she gritted her teeth before snatching the wine bottle out of his hand and taking several gulps.
"Hold on." Bull grabbed the bottle smiling as some wine ran down her front, "Woman. You are a puzzle." he quirked an eyebrow while taking one last drink from the bottle and placing it well away from her reach.
The wine had finally worked its way thoroughly through her system, she could feel the nice warmth of the alcohol seep through her limbs. Standing while trying not to sway an lose her balance, "Well that is one of your down, now to handle the rest of the inquisition'" she muttered while trying not to trip over her own feet. Just making it to the door she was stopped by a large hand being placed in front of her, turning she leaned back against the door as she realised how close he was to her.
"Bull…" she was quickly cut off as his lips found their way to hers. Shocked at first she gave in to her body as she felt his slightly mold into hers. Tama moaned against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. The door creaked as their combined weight leaned on it, she gasped as his lips withdrew from hers but were immediately placed on her neck earning him a very loud purr from her throat. Opening her eyes she stared at the ceiling, biting her bottom lip she enjoying the sensations a moment longer as his teeth grazed against her collarbone.
Placing a shaking hand on his chest she pushed, he did not stop his onslaught at first until she but more power behind her hand. Both of them stood panting trying to catch their breath, "I .." she couldn't look at his face, the desire was there, the want … she began again "I better go." grabbing the door handle behind her she let the cold air into the small heated space and closed it, practically running back to her room. This was bad… this was so fucking bad.
Bull stood dazed for a moment before the situation sunk in. Staring at the now empty space that Tama once stood he punched the door in frustration, hearing the wood creak in protest of another onslaught. Rubbing a hand over his face he walked over to his bed and lay down, what the hell had just happened? he thought to himself, one moment he was about to stop her from leaving and the next she was moaning and kissing him, grinding up against him … he groaned as the memories assaulted him making him ache once again.
That woman was going to be his undoing he thought as he reached down and grasped his aching member. Moaning into his hand he let himself relive the feel of her body against his, the taste of wine on her mouth, the way her arms encircled him, the way her body ground up against his wanting more… it was too much soon finding his release, he let his hands fall to his sides. That woman was definitely going to be his downfall.
