"Going somewhere, amatus?"

Belathen took a deep breath and turned at the rich teasing in Dorian's voice. She couldn't help but smile at him, leaning on the door up to her quarters. She tried to give him an innocent bat of the eyes but dramatically failed.

"You didn't think one brief chat would be enough, did you?"

She could keep up the coyness. It was a fun game anyway. "Did you need me for something?"

"I do. Come with me." It was the sudden change in Dorian's tone that finished her: pleading, admitting a need. She could give in. She WOULD give in.

The Tevinter practically had her up against the walls as the went up the stairs, stolen kisses at every bend. And each one came with an unspoken message. I'm sorry. I love you. I didn't mean anything I said. Because even in their last conversation, Dorian hadn't been able to actually say it. Instead, he'd fumbled, latching onto the idea of returning home.

Only now, with Corypheus defeated and the very real fear of losing each other, could he express anything again. 'There's no you in Tevinter,' he had said. 'That's all that matters.' And it seemed he meant to prove it in every step.

It wasn't until they reached Bel's room he let her step ahead, huffing out a pleased, "See? Much better." Belathen smiled taughtly, trying to suppress the amusement. She tried to talk but found his words took over. "Yes yes, I'm sure we have all the things to say. Two things in private before you run off: first, you are terribly dull and I hate you."

That almost got Bel's eyes to roll. She turned away, stepping out to the balcony and leaning over the edge, looking across to the tower. "And what's the second?"

There were so many things Dorian could have said, and many of them hurtful or playful. Instead he wrapped his arms around her, leaning on her shoulder, and did exactly the opposite. He was sentimental.

"I hope this never ends."

It was another hour before Cullen could extricate himself from the festivities. He opened the Inquisitor's door to find her in bed covered by nothing but a sheet, Dorian beside her similarly undressed. Bel had a finger idly twisting a lock of his hair, though both turned at Cullen's entrance.

"I thought," Cullen suggested, "I might claim of your attention after all."

"Is something on your mind?"

"Everything." The look was lecherous, wanting. He quickly shed most of his clothing and sat down to join the others in his breeches and tunic. "You know, the battle with s over, there's going to be a new Divine... and I don't care about any of that. We made it." He lay down, reaching up to brush his hand against Bel's face and the delicate valleslin on her cheek. "You're alive."

"Cullen." She grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly. Even as she did, Cullen felt Dorian reach for the other. Quite suddenly he was pulled down, one on each side nestling into his neck. The trio was settled comfortably in bed, looking out the window to the setting sun and listening to the waning sounds of the party below.

"I have no idea what happens next," Cullen sighed, almost happily.

Belathen chuckled as she turned, no longer on the side but now straddling her commander. "Neither do I."

"Nor I," Dorian added. "We'll just have to make it up as we go."

"I can live with that."

-Ending A/N -

So. Hope you enjoyed! I had a request for prequel or sequel, haven't decided which (if either) I might do. Comments or requests always will get their due, so feel free! Until next story...