A/N: Hey so there's another chapter, look at that! And I may have kind of a story arc in mind. But who knows! Still fluff, cause fluff… but also beginning chunk of this kind of explicit. I don't like writing sex scenes but with the iron bull you kind of have to do something, because it's the Iron Bull and he is… yeah. ENJOY!
Bull felt the bed shift as Gwen started to get up.
"Where do you think you're going, the sun isn't even up yet Kadan?" Bull mumbled sleepily as he opened his good eye. She was tying the sash of her silk robe covering her naked form.
"Can't sleep." She grumbled softly, " I need to do something!" she said a little more agitated. As she is about to stand bull grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him in the middle of the large bed. She didn't fight him, just mumbled angrily. Bull chuckled at Gwen as he undid her work with the plum colored robe, tossing it aside as her pulled her on top of his chest. Slowly he ran his hands up her soft thighs. In the moonlight her skin almost looked deathly white. Her hands rested on his chest; even with her fingers spread she couldn't cover his broad chest. Bull groaned as he looked up at her, her long red hair hung over one shoulder and cascaded down her front.
"Then lets not sleep." Quickly he rolled over so she was under him. He kissed her neck roughly, slowly nipping her skin every now and again. He trapped her wrists above her head. Slowly laughter bubbled from her throat and graced his ears. Bull pulled away and looked down at her. Her soft hair sprayed around her like a fiery halo. Her green eyes glistened in the moonlight with joy as she gazed up at him. She was the most beautiful creature Bull had ever laid his eye on. Bull leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, she kissed him back hungrily. That was it, he felt himself stiffen as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her short nails dug into his thick flesh begging him for more and he quickly obliged his Kadan. He gave her want she needed and wanted.
Their voices reverberated off the stonewalls of the room. Her moans of pleasure and screamed pleas mixed with his growls and rumbles of Qunlat to create a song to his ears. The salty smell of her sweat reminded him of when they first met, the storm coast, her eyes looked like the green of the storm coast. Bull tightened his grip on her hips, he could see it was already lightly bruised under his fingertips, which just made him grab her and thrust harder. His name mixed with the one of the maker, almost turning into one until a final scream from her, she became a pile of mush underneath him. It was the little smile on her lips that did it or him, he couldn't hold back for a second more. With a final roar from him they were left panting and sweating in a pile of pink and silver limbs. Soft words we uttered between them in between pants and small giggles from her. Soon they both fell back asleep intertwined with one another ignoring the out side world and the fact that the windows had been wide open.
Bull walked into the tavern latter that day, nothing had changed since Corypheus's defeat over a month ago. It was the same lot who sat in the same places, who drank the same things, listening to the same music, played by the same bard. Bull smiled, this was why he liked taverns, no matter what town it was always the same, just the faces and accents changed. Bull plopped himself back into his chair and watched the people go about life. One by one the chargers came and sat around him.
"So Chief, how's the Mrs. Iron Bull?" Krem smiled as he took a swig out of his tankard. Bull smirked at the joke that Skyhold like to make. Once word had spread of the dragons tooth everyone took that as the closet thing to a Qunari marriage. Professionally Gwen was the Inquisitor, no one would forget that but in times of peace and with friends someone would always make the crack at calling them the Mr. and Mrs.
"The Inquisitor is good Krem, she's very happy." Krem smirked at the Qunari.
"Oh all of Skyhold knows how happy she is this morning. Did you really have to wake us all up at the ass crack of dawn?" Krem stated, Bull just shrugged with a smirk.
"What she wants, she gets, this morning it was me, tomorrow will probably be one of the damn pastry things she loves so much." The group of mercenaries laughed and then chatter from the Chargers continued on. Bull finished his tankard of ale somewhere between the stories of the good old times and the Chargers singing tavern songs. He pushed himself up and strode towards the bar for another round before he knew he would have to leave.
The odd couple's routine was solid. Wake up, eat, separate for the morning, she would work with her advisors and he would train with the chargers. Meet up in the afternoon for mid meal and for him to pull her away in a dark corner for a bit for hushed whispers and sweet kisses that were reserved for her need of romance. She would go train or check in with others and he would be in the tavern. She would come in at some point. Sit on his lap and talk with who ever was there, maybe they would play Wicked Grace or she would convince him to dance with her. Finally with enough alcohol in both of their blood streams they would make their way to her room, or their room as of now. What they did there was a range of different things, some days it was just carnal needs that had to be met, others they just sat up and talked about life before. He knew what her old hobbies were, and she knew he didn't have hobbies, which she apparently had to rectify.
Bull looked over to the door then out the window. It was late, later then when she would normally come in after her day of work. He would finish his drink and then go find her if she hadn't come back yet, his Kadan was a creature of habit and it took a lot to throw her out of habit. With a groan Bull sat back down in his chair, and took a swig of his ale. Krem glanced over at him a few times, as if building up the courage to ask something.
"So Chief, I have a serious question for you." Krem said quietly, the rest of the chargers were talking loudly and ignored the two's private affairs.
"What is it Cremisius?" Bull asked as softly. They both knew the only time Bull would use Krem's full name was when one of them wanted to discuss a serious matter.
"I know you Qunari don't marry or have families, but I got to ask if you ever considered it, with the boss being…" Krem's voice died off with the hint.
"Because the boss is a noble, public figure, human, or all of the above." Bull stated and Krem nodded slowly. Bull sighed, "I'm not drunk enough to answer that Krem, find me tomorrow and just start get me piss drunk and I can figure that out for you." Bull downed the rest of his tankard quickly.
Bull had actually though about that a lot in the last month, but he didn't want to tell Krem that. Bull had though about talking to his Kadan about it as well, but she had never brought up the idea of them married in seriousness, only to fuck with him. Fuck yeah, he had though about what it would be like, he had run every possible outcome in his mind. Her saying yes, no, laughing at his face, you name it he thought of it. Even the idea of Her with a family or not, Bull had even tortured himself with the image of her with children that were of pinkish hues, not silvery, and hornless. He wondered if she wanted that life, could he give that to her even? If he didn't give that to her, would she stay? Or would she find a man like Cullen to get what she wanted? Bull cleared his throat and shook his head to clear the thoughts that ran ramped through his mind and looked away from the group.
"Krem."
"Yeah, Chief?"
"Do you think she wants…"
"Every human girl growing up wants that, they dream of the day where they get to wear the damn poufy dress. They dream of who will be that daft fool waiting for them at the end of the isle. They dream of families and plan all of it to a science. Even if they say they don't think about it they do to some extent. With the way she looks at you, she has thought about it a lot. So yeah I would be safe wagering five gold that she would say yes in a heart beat if you asked her." Bull gave him a swift nod.
"Thanks Krem."
"Any time Chief." There was a short pause for a moment before Krem smiled. "Should I put down a date in my calendar now?" Krem quickly dodged the tankard that was flung at his head.
Bull walked up the stairs to the bedroom, when he reached the top step he froze in his tracks. Gwen was sitting at her desk with an opened bottle of Antivan Red that was almost finished off. Bull stood silently as we watched her gulp down the rest of her glass as she glared at a piece of parchment sitting on the desk.
Shit. Bull thought back to when she very drunkenly him her drinking habits so long ago after they had killed their first dragon together.
"Ale is normal, hard liquor is let's have fun tonight or do something stupid, then there is wine… wine is I want to murder something or cry, or both!" she has slurred in his ear as he carried her back to bed.
Gwen's green eyes glowed with anger in the setting sun. Her hair was a tangled mess and he could tell she hadn't bathed after her training. She looked up to the large horned man, the anger in her green eyes softened immediately as she met his iron colored ones. He could see the hurt and confusion that the anger tried to hide in her large orbs. She quickly looked away from him, obviously trying to find the right words; with a sigh she started in a shaky voice.
"My Father…" she paused as she filled up her wine glass once more, the bottle's contents now completely emptied. "My dear, sweet bastard of a Father has requested my presence at our home stead in Ostwick." Gwen took a gulp of wine and stared off into the corner holding the crystal glass delicately in her long slender fingers. Bull silently walked behind her and pressed his thumbs into her tense muscles right below her neck. She sighed at the contact and slowly collapsed under his thumbs kneading the knots out of her body. Silence hung in the air, not because there was nothing to say, but because the questions didn't want to be asked yet. Bull waited patiently, knowing that this wasn't just about a letter telling a rebellious child to come home, there was something else in the parchment that had pushed her to wine.
"He has also requested I bring 'the blasted Qunari' as he so eloquently put along with other derogatory terms as well." She finished softly. Bull stilled for a moment there was the problem; there was where the wine came in to dull the anger and pain. Silence hung between them, he was the one who decided where this would go. There were two roads in front of him right now, He could tell her to forget her ignorant family and come to bed or to the tavern with him, or he could try and show her family reason, show them how he was committed to his Kadan and was her slave. Show them how he laid awake at night just listening to her snoring thinking of things that Qunari shouldn't think of. Bull leaned down and kissed the top of her head and breather her in. Violets and lavender with a mix of sea salt and wind as well.
In the end there truly was only one choice. Only one way they could precede where there would be no what if's or anger later on. There was only one path they could take where he knew she would not hate him in the end for choosing. He hated what had to be done, but it was his duty to care for his Kadan.
"When do we leave?" He asked her softly.
They left the next day. They had two trunks of clothes; lots of button down shits for Bull, and multiple corsets and finery for Gwen. She had gotten ready as Lady Trevelyan that morning, Bull watched her from the bed slowly and skillfully paint her face and pining her hair up in a bun. Tendrils of her hair fell softly from the loose bun, framing her face. He helped her lace up the corset, which he just wanted to rip off immediately after seeing how it showed off her curves and made her tits look even better then before. Showing restraint Bull then helped with the tinny buttons on her on her blue traveling dress that went all the way down her back. She was stunning; the blue dress hugged her body until it gently floated away from her body at her hips. Her neck and shoulders were completely exposed to him; only some white lace trim tried to hide the skin but was unsuccessful. Bull had to step away from Gwen before he lost control over his actions with her.
Once she gently placed the necklace with her families crest upon it on her collarbone she was no longer the Inquisitor, she was the beautiful Gwendolyn Trevelyan, youngest of Ban George Trevelyan the Fourth and Julia Trevelyan. She was once again a lady of the court and no longer a warrior.
"Are you ready?" she whispered to the empty room. Bull could only nod as he grabbed the luggage. Bull fallowed Gwen silently as she bounced down the stairs from their room to the great hall pulling on her white leather gloves. Before she opened the door to the Great hall she turned to him, quickly she pulled him down to her and kissed him roughly on the mouth.
"Remember the rules for when we get there?" she asked once Gwen pulled back but left her hand on his cheek.
"Don't be a bastard, don't smack your ass, and don't call you Boss on Gwen or Kadan." Gwen pushed up against his chest with a strained smile.
"Also don't kill my family." After one last peck she turned and held her head high as she walked out to the main hall. It was moments like this where she owned the room with her walk. Moments like this when everyone at Skyhold remembered the royal blood that flowed through her. It was how she had commanded the Inquisition with such ease and finesse. How she walked through the Winter Palace playing the game with grace and cunning. His Kadan was nobility, and even he had forgot this fact after going to the tavern with her, sitting her on his knee and telling her how awesome her tits looked with a bit of dragons blood on them or what lurid acts he was going to do to her when they got back to their safe haven.
Together they walked out of the large double doors of the keep and down the stone stairs, everyone in the courtyard watched the odd couple walk together towards their traveling carriage. Bull opened the door to the carriage and held his hand out to help her up into carriage. Gently Gwen laid her hand into his monstrous one, she looked up into his eyes and smiled softly at him as she pushed herself into the cabin. If not for the Inquisition Bull knew she wouldn't have paid him a second glance, and he was one lucky bastard because of the Inquisition. He looked over and found Krem watching them. Bull gave Krem a two-finger salute and then pulled himself up and next to his Kadan and shut the door. They were alone in the tinny space. Bull quickly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Gwen said softly, Bull looked down at her with a confused look.
"I was going to have to meet them at some point I guess, why not now?" With a crack of the reins from the driver the carriage lunged forward and the two were off on their new journey to Ostwick.
