He was staring at her. He knew it was inappropriate to do it when there were other people around, but Maker, he couldn't help himself.
She was putting on a show for him. It was like a promise of what was to come, at least he ceartainly hoped so.
Right now, they were standing in the war room, joined by Cassandra, Leliana and Josephine as always. They were discussing the best way to deal with the enemy here and there, what scout to send where and so on. Cullen could do that in his sleep, so focusing the better part of his attention on Trev wasn't a problem.
She'd changed out of the usual attire she wore around Skyhold and swapped it for a dress. It was summer and there weren't any meetings on the Inquisitor's agenda later that day, so nobody gave it a second thought except for Cullen.
It was a dainty little thing, made of some soft material Cullen was certain he couldn't name, beige and white, and didn't leave much to the imagination. It wasn't scandalously short, but it was enough to drive him mad. It fell just above her knees, and that v-shaped neckline, plunging down in what he was sure was the latest Orlesian fashion or something like it, well... he couldn't let his eyes linger there for too long or he would have to go and do something about his arising problem.
His eyes were fixed on her as she bent over the table, moving pieces around the map. He could tell she purposely exposed certain angles of herself to him, all for his viewing pleasure. When she spoke, he watched her full, slightly rosy lips as they moved, thinking of what he wanted to do to those lips, what he wanted those lips to do to him. When the others' attention was on the map, she turned her head ever so slightly his way and looked at him, eyeing him from head to toe, her eyes full of lust while she bit her lower lip. The sight of it almost made him moan out loud. He could hardly believe he was actually seeing this insanely sexy, fairylike creature doing all this for him, to get his attention.
After what felt like forever, the meeting was concluded and the others left the room. Only Cullen and Trev were left now, standing across the table from one another, staring at each other hungrily, their breathing heavy.
Cullen surprised himself when he was the first to move, striding around the table to her. He just couldn't control himself.
He placed his hands on her waist, pushing her slightly against the table.
She bit her lower lip again, his face hovering so close to hers now.
"You make me crazy, you do know that, right?" he mumbled while staring at her lips.
"You're not the only one who's going crazy," she whispered, pulling him down a bit so her mouth just about touched the skin of his ear. "You're so damned handsome, always carrying yourself like a warrior, and your face is so ridiculously attractive, do you know that? All the girls swoon over you, myself included."
Cullen chuckled a little. "Yes, I'm sure," he said.
She looked at him, her face dead serious. "I mean it, Cullen. All the girls and all the women are talking about the hot Inquisition commander. You just don't see yourself like we do. Like I do."
"They must be talking about someone else," he laughed again, certain she was mistaken.
"You stubborn fool! How many commanders of the Inquisition do we have?" she exclaimed, but couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Well, it doesn't really matter, does it?" Her voice lowered, and she let her fingers slide over his lips while she looked him in the eyes. "You're not going to be craving anyone else's attention, I hope?"
"Never," he whispered, and then he pressed his lips against hers.
Heat surged between them, and she moaned slightly as their tongues found each other. Cullen's blood was set on fire as he let his hands roam over her, kissing her as if he would die if he stopped, one hand squeezing her hip while the other moved down and found its way under her dress, caressing her bare leg . He felt her breath hitch as his fingertips moved against her inner thigh, creeping slowly upwards. He revelled in her reaction as she pressed her body even harder against his, her kiss deepening and her tongue desperate to conquer his.
He knew he would have to stop now or he absolutely wouldn't be able to stop himself from going any further. He wanted to take his time with her, by the Maker, this was their first kiss. He gathered every last ounce of willpower and broke away from her lips, resting his head against her shoulder for a moment while he tried to calm his breathing.
He took a step back and she looked divine, her golden hair a bit dishevelled, her face heated and her lips swollen. And those eyes, looking up at him from under her lashes with such desire. He groaned and felt his determination shatter and pulled her against him, his lips crashing down on hers again.
"You are far too tempting, Trev," he whispered when she started kissing her way down his jaw and neck. He could barely breathe. The feeling of her lips and tongue on his skin was the most exquisitely pleasurable feeling he'd ever had. Not even sex with other women had felt this good.
She circled back to his ear, licking it before she bit him softly.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, the unexpected pleasure making him so hard it hurt. She laughed against him with delight and continued her exploration of his ear while her fingers slid inside the lining of his breeches.
He broke away from her again a took several steps back, this time keeping his eyes closed. He knew he was lost if he even glanced at her again.
"Trev, you're going to make me... I... I need a bucket of ice to put my head in, now..." he mumbled and turned, fleeing the room to the sound of her soft laughter.
He covered his ears, even the sound of her made his body beg him to go back.
The servants he passed on his way wondered why the Commander was running through Skyhold, holding his hands over his ears looking like he was being chased by a demon.