Warning: One slightly abusive scene, and some talk about abuse.
I'm going away for a few days but I'll be back soon, posting, hopefully, every day.
Cullen had taken it upon himself to watch Turner Dreallor as often as possible. Before the visit from Trev's father, Cullen couldn't stand seeing the man who was supposed to marry his Trev. But now he felt a compulsion to keep track of him to make sure she was safe. Of course, he couldn't follow them behind closed doors, but he did what he could.
It was late in the evening a few days before the wedding when Cullen stood outside in the courtyard of Skyhold, discussing a recent operation with two scouts, when he saw Turner making his way towards the tavern, a firm grip on Trev's hand, trailing her behind him. She looked reluctant to say the least.
Cullen quickly dismissed the scouts and took a step back into the shadows to avoid being seen.
He could hear their voices now.
"Turner, stop. You're drunk. I don't want to go in there."
"Does it look like I care, Silly-Lily? I wanna go. So we go."
Trev stopped walking and tried to disentangle Turner's hand from hers. "You go then. I'm tired, I..." she started but was interrupted with a yelp as Turner pushed her up against the wall of the tavern.
"If I say you're going with me, you are. Don't. Try to argue with me."
Cullen could barely keep himself from charging forward and beating the shit out of that bastard.
Breathe, breathe, Cullen. Or you won't be able to help her.
"No, please don't..." Trev said, barely audible. Cullen felt himself snap as he watched Turner put his hands all over her, licking her neck and pushing himself against her while she pleaded with him not to.
Cullen couldn't stop himself. His hand flew to the hilt of his sword and he began walking towards them swiftly.
Trev's eyes widened when she saw him and she quickly grabbed Turner's neck and pushed her lips against his. Cullen stopped dead in his tracks.
Trev kept kissing him, even moaning slightly, before she finally released him, out of breath. Turner seemed to have calmed down.
"Okay, you go ahead, alright? I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable and then I'll come back," she said.
Turner mumbled something about how he'd sure like that before he stumbled into the tavern.
Trev steadied herself before she walked up to Cullen and grabbed him by the collar of the shirt under his armor.
"What in Andraste's name do you think you're doing?" she whispered.
"I couldn't let him touch you like that, Trev, I heard you say no and he just kept at it."
"Maker, why do you care anyway?" she almost yelled now, dragging him with her to the nearest side door into the keep, and slamming it shut behind her.
When he didn't answer, she took a step back and looked at his face.
"Let me guess. My meddling father gave you a visit."
Cullen nodded. "He told me a lot of things, Trev. Like how you wrote letters to them every week, saying that you loved me. And what that asshole did to you when you were younger."
"Maker's breath!" she exclaimed. "What exactly did he tell you?"
Cullen reluctantly told her what her father had told him. Trev sighed when he was finished.
"Well, I must say, it's a little over the top. But of course, Father doesn't know that."
"Do you mean... he didn't really assault you?" Cullen could feel the confusion surfacing again. He was damned tired of that feeling.
"No, he did, the little shit. Tried to yank my skirts up and fucking rape me. I wouldn't have let it go that far, of course. I was just about to reach for my knife and cut his fucking thing off when the servants barged in. Seeing as I didn't have to do something quite so grisly, I settled for crying and screaming to make sure they told my father what had happened. I didn't want there to be any doubt about what he'd tried to do, just because I wasn't crying like a damsel in distress. I mean, no disrespect to damsels in distress, it's just that my family didn't know how good I was with my daggers already."
She shook her head in disgust and continued.
"When my father asked me about it later, I refused to tell whether Turner had been successful or not. I didn't lie, but there was no need to tell the truth outright, either. I never wanted to see that idiot again. Not for my sake, you know. For Father's sake. I knew I would have killed him if he ever got near me again. It would have been messy. Hard for my father to explain to Lord Dreallor why his daughter had sliced his boy open."
"But... you look so scared around him."
Trev let out a humorless laugh. "I need him to think he controls me. It's not myself I'm afraid for. You know I could take him in a second, gut him like a fish if I so choose."
Cullen almost let out a laugh of his own. She spoke so calmly about it, like she was talking about what she'd had for dinner. All the while looking at him with her chin slightly tilted up in that cheeky manner he knew and loved so much.
But he didn't laugh as he remembered she was still going to marry Turner.
"Tell me what's going on, please. I'm in a little too deep now to be kept out of the loop, don't you think?"
If she turned him down now, he'd have to shake some sense into her or... something.
"Cullen. There's a reason for all this. I couldn't involve you, I still don't want to. It is vital that Turner keeps thinking I'm his. Can you really stand watching him touch me without trying to attack him? You almost ruined everything tonight."
Cullen took a step closer to her and grabbed her hand. Relief flooded through him when she didn't pull away.
"I can endure anything for you, as long as I know you care for me," he whispered and brought her hand to his face, closing his eyes as he kissed her knuckles.
"Cullen." Trev took a step closer to him, still letting him hold her hand. "Do you swear it? Do you swear to do exactly as I say, even if it means you have to watch me with him? You'll destroy me if you do something you should not."
"I swear. Anything is better than the pain I've been in."
Trev's composure started to break at his words. He could see tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Cullen, I'm so sorry, forgive me, please, I'm so sorry..."
She threw herself into his arms and he forgot everything else as her warmth flooded him. He shushed her and held her tightly to him as she sobbed, caressing her hair and breathing her in.
This must be a dream.
"I'm sorry about everything, Cullen, what I did, what I said... Oh, Maker, the things I said to you. Can you ever forgive me?"
She looked up at him with her beautiful, gleaming eyes and the look on her face melted his heart completely.
"Always," he murmured and she sighed in relief.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, love you so much," she breathed and then she reached for his face and kissed him.
The fire that Cullen thought he would never get to feel again flared up in an instant. She was the only one, his, the only woman he'd ever want.
Her kiss deepened and became more and more desperate, but Cullen remembered then that she still hadn't really explained anything to him.
"Trev, you need to..."
"Shush, I'll tell you everything, I promise, but right now I need you." She kissed him again, hard, and her hands were everywhere on him as she pressed himself against him.
Cullen let her take over, equally desperate to feel her. Their tongues were slick and wet against each other, breaths hitched, their hands touching desperately. She clawed at his armor as she pressed herself against his leg, grinding against it, moaning into his mouth. She made him so dizzy, and he revelled in how she slid her hands across his skin as soon as the armor was discarded. She dug her nails into him and he groaned in pleasure as she bucked her hips even harder against him.
"I've missed you so much, Maker, Cullen, Cullen..." She whispered his name and he kissed her all over and bit down into her neck. She gasped and her hand pressed against his erection, making him moan and burn and sweat, ache for her.
"I love you so much," she breathed into his mouth before her tongue found his again. She moaned and purred and Maker, she was so hot, he was so warm, his skin drenched in sweat now. He made quick work of the buttons on her jacket and then he touched her, squeezed and worshipped her as she pleaded for him to never stop, gasping prayers to the Maker or to him to never make it stop feeling so good.
"Off, now," he mumbled between kisses, motioning towards her trousers. He pulled his shirt off as she obeyed and kicked the last of her clothing off.
"Maker, so beautiful..." He ran his hands along her naked body in wonder and a shiver ran through him when he felt that she was just as covered in sweat as him, her naked skin gleaming in the light from the torches. He'd never seen anything so enticing.
She kissed him again, ravenous. He could feel her press her cunt against his breeches, and cursed the layer of clothing between them. He quickly discarded them and couldn't hold back a growl as he could feel her wet slit press against his hard cock. She cried out as he lifted her up an slid into her wetness. She bit down into his shoulder, and it was so glorious, and he couldn't think of anything but her as he thrust into her, deeper and deeper. She moaned and gasped, breathed fast, chanted his name over and over.
"Please, Cullen, Cullen, oh! Harder! Fuck me harder, I need you, Cullen, faster..."
Her words drove him crazy and he pressed her even tighter against him, desperate to envelope her, his arms tight around her naked body, their sweat mingling.
Maker, oh Maker, Trev...
"You feel so fucking good..." he mumbled, kissing her and touching her everywhere he could reach.
"My love, don't stop, it feels so good... Oh Maker, Cullen... Please..." Her cries intensified and he could feel her beginning to shake and bite into his skin hard to stifle her scream as she came around him.
The pleasure of her bite and the feel of her cunt clamped around him as she came was too much. Cullen kept thrusting into her, hard and fast, so intense, and when he finally came he had to bite down on his fist to keep his own groan in, lest he alerted the whole keep to what was going on down there.
He sank to the floor, sitting on their discarded clothes. He pulled Trev into his lap and put his coat around her shoulders, cradling her in his arms. She didn't once let go of him and she planted soft kisses all over his face and his lips, breathing 'mine' in between kisses.
Cullen felt dizzy again, her affection making him feel like he was soaring. But he stiffened as he remembered that Turner was still waiting for her in the tavern. He voiced his concern but Trev laughed it off.
"He's too pissed now to even remember I went there with him. Don't worry about it."
"You need to tell me everything now, Trev. I need to know so I can help. I'll do anything to help, anything for you."
She sighed against him but nodded. "I know. I just wanted this moment."
She looked at him and Cullen's heart almost broke when he saw the pain in her face.
"He has my sister," she said.
"What?"
"My older sister, Rose Trevelyan. Turner's taken her. We don't know where she is, and he says he's going to kill her if I don't marry him. He's after my power as Inquisitor, obviously."
"I didn't even know you had a sister... but wait, your father didn't say a word about this, he's just as confused as I was."
"I know. He doesn't know that she's missing. Rose is a Chantry sister, and as far as we knew she was still in a Chantry in Nevarra. But Leliana's looked into it, and she disappeared from there not long ago. Leliana managed to confirm that she was taken against her will, but now we're clueless. That bastard is either more clever than I thought or he's paid some very capable people."
Cullen frowned. "Capable indeed if they can't be found by Leliana's people."
He kissed her forehead and pulled her tighter against him.
"Don't worry, love. We'll find your sister, and then we'll make him pay."
"I hope you're right, Cullen. And I hope Turner's still here when we get word that Rose is safe. I'm going to dance in his blood that night."
Cullen shivered, no doubt in his mind that she was completely serious.