It was a night of celebration.
Trev and her party had returned to Skyhold that morning, welcomed back by a crowd of cheering people. Word had spread that the Inquisitor had just sealed the last known outer rifts. The final battle was yet to come, but for now, people were at least safe from the demons.
It was well past midnight when another round of drinks were passed around the table in the tavern. They were all there, Trev, her companions and advisers.
Cullen smiled as he watched her shake with laughter at some story Varric was telling them. Everyone gathered were in good spirits, and quite uninhibited by all the alcohol, including himself. He didn't feel as self-conscious as he normally did. He actually felt like he was among friends when he glanced around at their flushed faces and happily joined in the conversation.
Iron Bull had a girl in his lap as usual, and a cup of some vile liquid in his free hand. He laughed and singed and kissed the girl's neck from time to time. Usually, Cullen's face would flush at such a display, but now he only wished he had Trev on his lap like that.
She sat at the opposite side of the table next to Dorian and Varric, and listened to Varric with a fascinated expression on her face. Cullen listened in as Varric wrapped up his tale and they all laughed at the absurd and obviously exaggerated ending.
"So, tell me Varric, when does the next installment of Hard in Hightown come out?" Trev asked the dwarf and took another sip of her wine.
Cassandra's head snapped up from the conversation she was having with Josephine, and suddenly looked very eager.
"Yes, Varric, tell us! What's going to happen? I must know!" Cassandra's words slurred a little bit, and they all snickered, all of them finding Cassandra's weakness for Varric's questionable litterature very amusing.
"Hey now, you can't rush these things. I need inspiration first," Varric said. His eyes caught at Cullen's face. "Maybe Curly here could provide us some. Tell us something exciting about you and the Inquisitor, Commander. Maybe some tales from her bedchamber?"
"Hey!" Trev jokingly slapped the dwarf's arm while Cullen groaned and looked down into his now empty cup. Everyone laughed and focused their attention on Cullen.
"Oh, look, he's actually blushing, how sweet!" Josephine exclaimed.
"I don't know why though. He doesn't seem so shy when he's tumbling around in her bed. My scouts tell me they can hear him, and I quote, 'howling like a wolf' when they pass her quarters or his office sometimes," Leliana teased. "And by the way, I'm impressed, Cullen. They report that our dear Inquisitor is even louder than you."
Ooohhhs and aaahhs went around the table as they all looked from Trev to Cullen and back.
"Maker's breath! What's wrong with you people? Trev, are you just going to let this go on?" Cullen sputtered, his face so red he could feel the heat from it, not just from the alcohol.
Trev just smiled and shrugged in an I-can't-help-you kind of way. She actually looked like she was enjoying watching him squirm like this.
"What can I say, Cullen? They're only speaking the truth. You do make me purr like an animal between the sheets."
Cassandra rolled her eyes at them, and Josephine's hand flew up to her mouth as she tried to stop herself from laughing, while Dorian and Varric bent over double from laughter at the sight of Cullen's expression.
Iron Bull slapped Cullen's back so hard that he dropped his cup on the floor.
"Yeah that's good, Commander, you keep practising putting your sword in her sheath, you never know what tomorrow brings!" he bellowed, before returning his attention to the girl in his lap.
Cullen groaned again. "I'm going to need something stronger than wine to get me through this night," he muttered as the others roared with laughter again, including Trev.
He got up and asked the barman to fill up a cup of the strongest spirits he had before returning to the table. The others chattered on and he could feel Trev's eyes on him. He sat down and raised his cup to his lips and drank. He almost sputtered it all out when he saw her begin to unbotton her jacket, exposing more and more skin. She continued down, and Cullen could see the start of her swelling breasts push against the tiny bit of her jacket that was still closed.
He swallowed hard, wondering what she was thinking, almost undressing herself in public like this. He was surprised when he could feel how aroused it made him, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but allowed his eyes to drink her in. She was looking straight into his eyes as she let her hand fall from her neck, agonizingly slow down over her chest, hugging the curves of her body all the way down until her hand disappeared under the table.
Cullen's eyes almost bulged out of his head as he watched her close her eyes briefly, biting her lower lip in that way he knew that she knew drew him crazy.
Was she... touching herself under the table?
He gulped and gripped the edge of the table with both hands to keep himself from falling off the bench. He felt himself grow painfully hard and he leaned forward, breathing hard, watching her.
"So, Commander? How about it? A little story for us now?" Varric interrupted Cullen's thoughts. The dwarf snickered at Cullen's expression yet again. "Fine, not a story like that then, Curly. Tell us... tell us about your life in the circle, when you first became a templar."
Several of the others turned their attention to Cullen, interested since he'd never talked much about his early days in Ferelden's Circle.
"I guess I can do that. I was nineteen years old when I first... uhm... when I... oh..."
The others raised their eyebrows at him. "You alright there, Commander?" asked Dorian, a smile playing on his lips.
"Yes, I... I'm just having a bit of trouble remem... aargh! Remembering, that's all. A little too much to drink maybe."
That was not the problem at all. The problem was the difficulty of forming a sentence while Trev's foot caressed his thigh before she started rubbing it between his legs.
Leliana, never one to be oblivious to anything, looked at Trev suspiciously.
"Inquisitor, maybe you'd better take our Commander on a little midnight snack. He looks positively ravenous," she said.
Everyone looked at Trev and Cullen again. Cullen would have been uncomfortable were it not for the fact that Iron Bull, sitting next to him, now had the girl from before straddling him, kissing her and going at it hot and heavy, completely shameless.
Cullen didn't know why, but it made him relax a little bit. Him and Trev were hardly the worst out of the bunch. Besides, the liquor certainly helped to take the edge of his embarrassment.
He took another swig of it and leaned forward, emboldened by the alcohol and before he could stop himself, he began to speak.
"Ah, who cares about my old Templar days anyway... I have a more interesting story for you. Maybe you could use it in your book, Varric. You all love teasing me so much, I might as well give in."
Damn, I should stop talking now, he thought to himself, but his brain didn't listen to reason and he continued.
"Who wants to know what Trev said to me in my office, the first time we were alone together?"
Their friends almost climbed over each other in excitement to scramble closer so they could hear him over the noisy background in the tavern.
"Me!"
"I do!"
"Spill!"
Exclamations came from all around the table, Josephine and Dorian raised their hands and waved them in the air in answer to his question. Even Sera, who up until now had been passed out under the table, peered up over the edge.
Cullen felt his courage waver a bit, and he looked at Trev, preparing himself for a look of disappointment or anger from her. Perhaps this was far too private.
But she just looked amused. "Yes, Cullen, tell these vultures what I said so they can have their fill." She winked at him.
"There I stood, nervous to just be in the same room with her alone. And she was so confident, of course. And beautiful." He looked at Trev and saw her trying to stop a smile from spreading across her face. He could almost detect a blush in her cheeks. Maker, she could say the cheekiest things to him without wavering, but when he called her beautiful, she blushed... It was adorable.
"Anyway, she had just asked me if I wanted to get to know her better. I said yes, obviously."
Everyone listened, paying close attention to his words, their eyes wide and excited.
"That's when she said it. Left me stunned and crazy for more..."
Josephine gasped and Cassandra looked spellbound. "Well? Go on then, don't keep us waiting, man!" Dorian said, looking as excited as the women.
"She came so close to me I thought my heart was going to stop. She leaned up and she said..." Cullen gulped, unsure if he should really go through with this. But the looks in his friends' eyes told him they'd probably beat him to death if he didn't, and Trev's eyes gleamed as she nodded encouragement to him.
"She said..." he continued, but Trev interrupted him
"I just want to tie you up and lick your entire body," she said, her voice both amused and breathy.
Josephine and Dorian sighed, their eyes longing, and Leliana let out a soft laugh. Sera passed out again, and Cassandra looked like she was about to do the same. Blackwall and Iron Bull laughed and crashed their cups together and drank.
Varric shook his head and laughed. "This stuff is priceless. Even I can't come up with shit like that, I've got to write this down," he said, searching his pocket for a piece of paper.
Cullen could feel the intensity of Trev's eyes gazing into his. He forgot the others were even there.
"So? Can we go now so you can... fulfill that promise?" he said, his voice husky.
"No."
They all looked at Trev again. Cullen felt a little hurt, briefly, until she spoke again.
"I'm going to make you beg for it."
Cullen felt his mouth fall open, as did half of the others around the table.
Iron Bull looked so intrigued, he sent the girl he was halfway through undressing up to his room ahead of him before turning his full attention to what was going on between Cullen and the Inquisitor.
"How?" Cullen's voice broke, his pulse racing, his emotions a confusing mix of lust and disbelief at the fact that they were having this conversation in front of everyone. But he supposed he was the one who started all this, and he had to see it through, if only to satisfy his curiosity of how far she would take this. He found himself wishing she would take it very far indeed, completely surprised by how much it turned him on, this dance they were doing in public.
"Tell me, Cullen. Tell me what you want to do with me," she said, her gaze burning into him.
He could hear the others draw in deep breaths, utterly enthralled by their exchange. Only Cassandra rose to her feet. "Maker, I cannot watch this, too much..." she mumbled before she stumbled out of the tavern.
Cullen stared back at Trev, his eyes gliding down to her exposed, creamy skin. He wanted his hands on her. Now.
I just want to tie you up and lick your entire body. Her words ringed in his ears.
Andraste, make it happen.
He stood up abruptly. He barely had time to register the pleased look on Trev's face before he had walked around the table and pulled her up to him. He kissed her hard, pressed himself against her barely clothed body. He didn't care about being embarrassed by the others watching. He actually shifted his head their way on purpose so they would hear what he said to her next, never breaking eye contact with Trev.
"You want me to beg? I'll beg, and plead, and do anything to please you. In the end, maybe you will be the one begging," he said before he kissed her ferociously again.
The last thing he heard was the sound of glasses and cups dropping to the table, and he glimpsed their friends' stunned faces, before Trev grabbed his shirt and dragged him out of the tavern.
She pulled him along until they reached a dark corner of the courtyard, where she slammed him against the wall and jumped up on him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"I can't wait all the way to my quarters, I can't handle it," Trev breathed between kisses.
"Here?" Cullen asked, unsure of himself now. "What if someone..."
"Sees us?" She finished the sentence for him. "You didn't seem to mind everyone watching a few moments ago. Besides, nobody is out now. And if they are, they're not going to see it's us. If you're worried, just try to be quiet."
"Quiet?" He kissed her neck and squeezed her flesh, pushing her against his hardness. "Impossible. There's nothing quiet about what you do to me."
He pushed her against the stone wall, and she dropped her feet to the ground, her hands working deperately to untie his breeches. He tried to do the same to her when she slapped his hands away.
"You made me crazy tonight, talking like that in front of everyone. You're going to get a reward, Commander," she whispered and dropped to his knees in front of him.
Cullen couldn't believe what was happening.
Is she going to...?
He gasped and pushed his hand into the wall as he felt her lips around him, there. He saw stars in front of his eyes as she enveloped him with her wet mouth, trying not to let out the guttural moan that tried to escape from his chest, and failing miserably. He bit down on his hand while she worked on him, and the sounds he could hear and feel from her against him were too much for him. He wouldn't last another minute like this.
"Shit, Trev, I can't..." he said as he dragged her up to his face. "I have to fuck you," he growled.
She smiled, looking very pleased with herself.
"I love it when you talk dirty like that, Ser Templar," she whispered and licked his ear, knowing it drove him mad with desire.
Cullen wasted no time, yanking down her trousers and grabbing one of her wrists, flipping her around so her face was against the wall, pinning her wrist above her head. She seemed to revel in his actions, moaning loudly, apparently not caring in the slightest whether anyone heard them or not.
He took his cock in his hand, still wet from her mouth, and placed it between her legs. He thrust himself into her and looked down, revelling in how she looked against him, her ass bouncing up and down as he took her from behind. He bit down into her shoulder to stop himself from screaming out his pleasure.
Trev didn't have that luxury and couldn't stop herself from moaning with pleasure.
"Shit, I don't want that big of an audience," she whimpered in between her moans. "Cullen, stop me," she said and grabbed his left hand, pulling it up to her face, motioning for him to clamp it over her mouth. "Silence me, good and tight now, Ser Templar. Hard," she whispered.
Her commanding him to be rough with her excited him more than he would have expected, and her calling him Templar as well. He made a mental note to remember that in the future. For now, he complied and put his hand over her mouth, muffling her sounds. She went wild and moaned even louder into his hand, forcing him to clamp down even harder, excited to feel her reaction as she pushed herself more desperately against him, moving to meet him like she wanted him as deep as he could possibly get.
It all drove him over the edge and he bit down into her shoulder harder and with a few, final thrusts, he spent himself in her.
They stood like that for a while, out of breath and trying to be quiet.
"Maker's breath, Trev, that was so intense," he whispered. He could feel her laugh softly as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, kissing her skin where he'd nearly broken it from biting into it. She didn't seem to mind.
She turned her face slightly to his.
"Next time, I will make you beg, and then I'll make good on my promise."