Lately when they made love, Maeven seemed to be holding back, restraining herself from something. She would open her mouth, then shut it, turning a rather fetching shade of pink. She was shy in bed he knew, and it took him multiple inquiries to find out what exactly she wanted.
He finally reassured her that whatever it was, he was willing to give it a try. She eyed him nervously before pulling him into a kiss. It progressed normally enough, until she bit him. Hard. He pulled back in surprise. She looked at him worried, and he gently stroked her face.
"Is that what you want to try?" His voice deepening with desire. She flushed darker and nodded. Cullen didn't like the idea of doing such a thing to her, but the idea of her doing such a thing to him was… intriguing.
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The next morning over breakfast, Cullen ignored the looks people were giving him. Honestly, he didn't care if the whole keep knew about them - which they probably did. He was just too damn happy. He sat by Blackwall and Dorian, and the three ate in peace.
"Cor, I wouldn't have pegged her for a biter. 'specially one this vicious." Sera remarked poking him in the neck.
Cullen reached behind to feel the bite, and hissed when he pressed into the tender flesh. The door to her quarters opened and Sera skipped to her seat and sat down. Maeven walked out looking gorgeous. She wore a square-necked burgundy gown, with flared sleeves, trimmed in gold. His colors, he thought with pride. Her wonderfully thick dark hair was done up to fall carelessly over her shoulders. Her golden eyes fell on him, and she smiled a predatory smirk. She approached the table with the grace of a cat, hips swaying gently. She rounded the table and approached his chair, keeping her eyes on him. He shivered when she stood behind him and ran her hands down his shoulders, and onto his chest. She nibbled his ear before pressing kisses down his neck, pulling back when he flinched. She looked at her handiwork, a satisfied smirk on her face as she traced the curved impressions of her teeth on his neck. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear.
"I like it," She purred. "Now everyone knows, you're mine." She slipped away then, sauntering to the war room. As she neared the door, she raised her arms, stretching upwards and lingering there, letting him see the long column of her body. From how the material of the dress stretched across her back, down her body, tapering at her waist before flaring out at her hips. She didn't look back as she disappeared behind the door, leaving a hall full of stunned onlookers.
"Curly, what have you done." Varric asked.
"I'd say the Lion of Skyhold has gotten himself a Lioness." Dorian laughed delightedly.