MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND...YEAH
Sorry this took so long guys! Holiday got me busy hanha.
Smut will be happening soon but for now have some fluff. lol
She had brought up to him that people would be talking. He had told her that rumours in the barracks would spread like fire and how he didn't like it. He wished their affairs would remain private...
He stood by that statement now. Lelianna and Josephine were hardly subtle with their words. He remembered the other day when he accidentally called her Amelia instead of Inquisitor.
"Amelia, it's good to see you." Habit nothing else. It seemed innocent enough but Lelianna murmured right after. " For some of us more than others." Her tone teasing.
His cheeks had gone far too dark. In public they shared touches. They were casual of course but he saw the way his men shared looks and small smiles every time Amelia's fingers brushed his own when they bent over his desk-discussing strategy.
Their chess games continued. Though Cullen believed they had yet to actually finish a game.
Amelia was shy at times. But as their relationship continued-the small kisses growing deeper and longer just like the first. She began to grow more bold.
It both frightened and excited him.
Naturally their chess games often devolved into her pulling him away from the board to sit by the fire instead and talk. Once and awhile they'd share a kiss, or she'd lean against him, head slowly dropping to his shoulder. Until one night she fell asleep smiling and he had to carry her to the bed.
When she stirred briefly, fingers tightening in his shirt. He was so very tempted to stay there that night in her bed.
It was only after the events at the winter palace that things went any further. Their dance had been...awkward for him at first. But her eyes had brightened the moment he held out his hand-teasing about how he had said he did not dance.
But as they remained press close together he felt his cheeks growing warm as her head nestled against his shoulder where it meets his neck her warm breath could be felt despite his collar and her eyes had fluttered shut. His hand pressed more tightly into her hip-the fabric of her dress rustling.
She looked immaculate.
Despite the fact that she had just played the Orlesian's and beat them at their own game. Forcing the three figureheads to work together. She wasn't the inquisitor in this moment. Or even a mage who managed to wrap the country around her fingertips.
She was just Amelia. A woman who for some reason-liked him of all people. A former noble turned mage...falling for an Ex Templar who couldn't get his own world together. Let alone offer her anything other than to bring her down with him.
But all that vanished when they danced. For a few moments he allowed himself to believe the illusion-to be happy.
She had mentioned it after they returned and he had looked away laughing and rubbing the back of his neck.
The next day she invited him to her quarters explaining they wouldn't be leaving Skyhold again for a few days.
That is how he found himself here in her room-under the pretence of playing chess.
To be fair they had tried to play, he honestly didn't know how they always ended up not finishing their games. Usually one or the other would admit defeat and they'd move to the fire. Or Amelia would just stand and pull him away from the board.
Tonight though they had began talking about her family. She had mentioned her title-how glad she was he wasn't scared off by it. His nerves had jumped into his throat and he had tentatively reminded her that he had no title of his own. Then he had questioned if that bothered her.
She had told him in a very soft voice-that while it may bother some members of her family-she was not her name and could choose for herself who and what she wanted.
They had both glanced to the board, cheeks warm and in that moment -they both forgot whose turn it even was-reaching forward in unison to move a piece. Their hands brushed together and he froze as did she.
Until she let out a small awkward laugh and he glanced to her face-catching her smile and allowing his own lopsided one to appear. His fingers curling around hers.
He doesn't remember making the choice to speak. All he knows is he heard his own voice saying something he wanted to say but didn't think he could utter.
" here."
She had stared at him in confusion. Lips parted, but as he tugged on her hand carefully she stood slowly and made her way around the table.
He pulled her in close and she stumbled-right into his lap, hands landing on his broad shoulders. He cursed himself for wearing his armour in that moment but the look on her face was worth the discomfort he reasoned.
Her cheeks flushed, eyes warm.
How could anyone in his position refuse the urge to kiss her.
That's what they did now...her arms slowly came to circle him-eyes closing as her head tilted slightly, lips parting in invitation and he took it without hesitation. Tongue sliding out to stroke over her own. His hands grasped her hips. Pulling her more firmly against himself until her fingers reached up-grasping at the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling into the curls and moaning softly.
His own hand slid up her back slightly , blunt nails dragging against the fabric that barred him from her skin.
They separated for but a moment to breathe before leaning back in-he could feel her smile against his lips and chuckled softly.
"Why do you wear so much armour." her voice was lower than usual-husky...that was the word. He swallowed thickly-glancing down to see her fingers pulling at the straps of his chest piece.
He looked back up to her face to see her biting her lower lip-looking suddenly nervous at his silence. He leaned forward-cupping her cheek in one palm. "Because I'm a fool." he managed softly.
After that it didn't take long for her to remove the offensive piece of metal with his help.
As it clanged against the floor though she didn't stop, hands dropping to the hem of the shirt he wore underneath it and dragging it up. Cullen flushed but immediately grabbed it and pulled it up over his own head for her. Tossing it aside just like the chest piece. Her hands fell to his chest, eyes searching his as she idly began tracing the scars she found.
Her palms pressed flat into his warm skin, nails lightly grazing his skin as his mouth slanted over hers again. A startled noise was dragged out of her as he caught her lower lip with his teeth. Reluctantly she slid her hands up to the back of his shoulders-if only to press her still clothed chest against his.
He admitted he liked the way she sighed in disappointment when he broke the kiss-but then hummed, tilting her head back for him as his lips grazed over her jaw and dropped down to the line of her throat. His fingers rose slowly to the row of brass buttons down the front of her shirt. Shakily he pushed open the first, testing her reaction.
Hearing no complaint he moved on to the next slowly baring her skin. Suddenly he was glad they had closed the balcony doors to avoid the crisp mountain air.
Once the buttons were gone he hesitated once more until he felt her hand guiding his head up, his gaze met hers and she was blushing. He smiled at her albeit slightly sheepish. She leaned down though, pressing her forehead to his.
"You okay?" She whispered...
He reached up himself..."Better than okay." His hand lightly guided her head to the left, his lips pressing to the three freckles near her chin. She sighed out.
He decided he liked how his hunger for her overpowered his hunger for lyrium.
She made his blood burn for a different reason.
She turned her head back quickly, kissing him firmly with a light groan as his hand finally pushed her shirt open, Her shoulders rolled and it fellto be caught by her elbows.
He couldnt focus on removing the rest. Far too distracted by the heat of her mouth and skin to care. His hands slid up her sides, grazing the side of her breasts-
The door to her room slammed open.
"Inquisitor." The voice of Cassandra boomed out.
Amelia froze. " Oh shit-'
But before they could disengage Cassandra had already come up the stairs.
Mid sentence the seeker cut off. "I have been knocking for over five min-" She stopped.
Amelia pulled off of Cullen, buttoning her shirt up rapidly. " I ..uh..."
Cullen grabbed his shirt.
"Chess..." Amelia mumbled.
Cassandra stared at her for a long moment. "...Well he must have made a good move." She said blandly.
Amelia laughed but then slapped her hand over her mouth. Clearing her throat. "..Ah...yes."
Cassandra sighed. " War room...five minutes. Both of you."
Amelia winced as Cassandra slammed the door shut...
Cullen pulled his shirt on. "Well..I..."
She moved quickly back to him, grasping the collar of his shirt and dragging him down for one more kiss...before she helped him redress.
Andraste...he really needed a cold bath...or five.
They left the room together-entering the war room separately.
It was now going to be a long night.