Lazy afternoons were wonderful, wrapped in his arms, warm and safe. Maeven opened her eyes to the light shining into the room. She blinked and turned away, into him. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. Sweet, strong, and musky. She smiled and happily nuzzled into his chest. Cullen stirred slightly at the movement and she peeked up at his face. He looked younger when he slept, more at peace. He was also terrible at hiding his expressions when he woke. She saw the small smile play over his lips, felt his hands move over her body, and slipping down to cup her bottom. He squeezed and she yelped, arching into him. She pouted up at him only to find him grinning down at her. Her eyes widened as his grin turned wickedly evil.

"No." She warned, poking him in the chest. Futilely trying to keep the smile from forming on her lips, the familiar tingle of excited fear filling her chest. She wriggled, attempting to squirm out of his grasp.

"Oh yes." He rumbled in his sleep roughened voice. He dug his fingers into her sides.

She squealed and arched, trying in vain to remove those torturous arms. She gave up and reached out, searching as best she could, to find his ticklish spots. Their laughter filled the room, as he tried to keep her from flailing away, and she from getting further entangled in the sheets and him. They twisted and vied for dominance when at last, breathless, he flipped them so she lay on him. In her breathless haze, the memory of being pinned beneath a dead soldier came to mind. She felt her chest constrict with fear before the feeling of his warm hands on the small of her back brought her to the present.

She smiled, resting her head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Feeling his hands gently caress her, slipping beneath her shirt. He gently rubbed over the now sore places of her body. She sighed, somehow melting further into him. He laughed softly, a deep pleased rumble, and she purred happily. She was almost asleep when his hands began moving to other more intimate places. She hummed drowsily, heat pooling in her belly. She opened her eyes to look at him. Well, two could play at that game.

OooO

Cullen groaned, hands pausing on her waist, her golden eyes were blown wide, desire written all over her face. Maeven snaked her hands up his ribs, feeling each and every muscle beneath his bare skin. They slipped over his shoulders to rest on the bed beside his head, her legs slid off his to rest beside. Her knees by his thighs, straddling him. He watched enraptured as she twisted her body over him, side to side in a languid stretch. She was enthralling, intoxicating, bewitching. Pulling him deeper with every move. She arched her body like a stretching cat, her belly brushing his as her shirt slid up her body. Her breasts pressed against his stomach, her chin practically resting against his chest. That beautiful lush mouth curved into a wicked, opened mouthed smile. Sharp, pearly white teeth against soft pink lips. The tip of her tongue slipped out to slide over her bottom lip. Behind her head, her bare bottom rose in the air, swaying ever so slightly. She sat up resting over his hardening length, and he groaned as the warmth of her core seeped through his cotton pants. His hands fell to his sides as she ran her hands down her body, crossing them in front of her slim stomach, pulling at her shirt. Bunching it until the hem reached her fingertips, she pulled it up, over, and off. Tossing the shirt away she brought her hands to her belly, caressing and stroking upward she reached her breasts, playing with the tight peaks of her nipples. He fisted his hands in the sheets as she tortured him some more, sweeping her thick dark hair over a shoulder, pulling her arms back behind her where she entwined them to the fingers. Stretching back to let her breasts bounce enticingly, tempting him with that wicked smile. He growled, his control wore thin, but he was determined to let her lead. She laughed, pulling herself forwards, her hands once again resting beside his head. Her bare body over his, she shifted forwards until her breasts hung over his face.

"Please." Cullen whispered, desperate for anything she would give.

She lowered herself and he latched onto a nipple. His hands grasping at her body, leaving burning trails wherever they touched.

Maeven moaned at the feel of his mouth on her. Whimpered as every unyielding rasp of his tongue sent bolts of electricity down to the deepest part of her. Her arms shook when one of his hands found and attended to her other breast. She finally buckled onto him with a cry as his other hand slipped into her wet core, teasing her. Cullen flipped them, tearing himself away from his pleasure to look at her questioningly. She nodded shakily and he quickly divested himself of his pants and smalls. His throbbing member free, he fought the urge to slam into her. He grabbed her hips, flipping one of her legs over his thigh, he paused once more to look at her.

"Get on with it." Maeven growled, frustratedly wriggling her hips, seeking some kind of friction.

He nodded , not trusting his voice, and slowly inched into her. Groaning as she whimpered; Soon, he was fully sheathed within her and he forced himself to stop, to give her time to adjust.

"Cullen." She whined, bucking her hips.

"Say it." Cullen growled. "Say what you want. Tell me."

She whined again and tried to move, but he gripped her hips harder.

"Tell me." He said in that voice he knew she loved. He was rewarded by a small whimper, and a flush that crawled up her body. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them to glare at him.

"Cullen Stanton Rutherford, I want you to fuck me!"

There was a profound silence, before Cullen gave a primal snarl and pulled her up for a deep, searing kiss. Laying her down again, he wrapped her legs around his waist and reached for the headboard. Pulling back he slammed into her, watching her face from above as she screamed his name. Her whispered name fell off his tongue like a prayer, and it wasn't long before he felt his climax approach. He reached a hand down between them to touch that bundle of nerves sure to set her off. She arched up into him, wrapping her arms around him, clawing soundlessly at his back as she came. He roared, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, spilling himself into her. A sudden jerk from her brought him down on top of her, and for a fearful moment he thought she would panic. Instead she held him close, turning her head to press him against her. He rolled them over, and she languidly raised her head to pepper kisses on his collarbone.

Cullen pulled her up for a gentle kiss. She smiled against his lips as they broke apart.

"We need more afternoons off." Maeven said, as she traced her fingers over his body.

Cullen hummed in agreement as he dozed off.

Maeven smiled and decided to speak to Josephine and Leliana about it.

My friend made me do it.

Not that I regret much. :D