Author's notes/Warning: This chapter contains mild 'smut'.
Cullen's gone mad;
Chapter Four: From bad to good!
Synara awoke with the sun in her eyes. She squinted trying to block out the unwelcome rays of light with her hand. She looked to her side – Cullen was gone. He really must not sleep that much, The mage thought reaching out for her robes. She arose to her feet, looking around but the Templar was no where in sight.
"Cullen?" She called out only receiving her echo as a reply. A feeling started to rise in the young mage – a very discomforting feeling, so again she called out her lovers name. This time a sharp sound responded – it sounded like a twig being cleanly snapped in two. The noise however, bounced from tree to tree. Synara was beginning to feel a little unnerved now – something wasn't right – not at all.
"C-Cullen? Is that you?" The maker let loose the skies and as the rain fell without mercy, it killed off the fire; only then did Synara realise how dark it had suddenly become. A shadowed figure started to move towards her – it's pace quick. Harshly they grabbed at her arms.
"Cullen – you're hurting me!" She gasped trying to break free of this sudden violent attack. His eyes began to glow red and a demonic chant seeped from his mouth in the form on intoxicated words.
"I will kill you Synara – Mark my words."
Synara threw her body forward with such force. She was covered in a cold sweat, her breathing heavy, Just a dream? she thought trying to calm herself. Synara's sudden movement disturbed Cullen's slumber. He turned around, in his sleep; the front of his body now facing her direction. She smiled at how cute he looked with messy bed hair, but that smile was soon replaces with a raised eyebrow, which then become a sly giggle. Cullen had clearly been blessed with nice dreams, a little too nice perhaps. The movement from Synara's body stirred Cullen from his slumber. He looked at her with sleepy eyes.
"What's so funny?" He whispered sleepily. She hadn't noticed he had awoke and trying too control her childish behaviour, she spoke.
"N-nothing." A sly snigger escaped her lips and her eyes drifted downwards for but a moment. Cullen's cheeks flared up but he spoke without shame.
"Well what do you expect when I've spend the night in the company of such a beautiful lady – not to mention you wriggle in your sleep."
As if that's any excuse, she thought about the last part.
"Beautiful?" She repeated snuggling back down next to the templar. He went to say something but words escaped him when he felt Synara's hand rub over his pants; a gentle movement, one that may have been a mere accident had he not seen the look in her eyes – lust, passion – hunger! She had wanted him as much as he wanted her, even if she was trying to act innocent about it.
Though Synara was taking control of the situation, she still felt unsure of herself. She'd had more than enough advice from a certain someone in the past, but Cullen was different – she was terrified she'd not be what he wanted or that she'd make a fool of herself.
"My-my uh... vows!" He gentle whispered. Synara smiled a little disappointed but tried to be understanding as she looked away. Cullen placed his hand on her cheek brining her back to him. He knew if he didn't act now they'd never truly move on from being mere friends and he wouldn't be able to live like that... not anymore. "Though... I'm not sure if they still count anymore." He admitted with a nervous light laugh. Of course his vows had never been broken in this way before, though his mind did like to get carried away with itself late at night when he was alone in the tower. Looking into her eyes, Cullen knew she was everything he ever wanted – ever needed; confessing this to himself made him worry he was just going to push her further away, but what could be worse than what he had already done to her up until now? She stayed by his side and he knew she loved him deeply, even if she had yet to admit it to him.
Synara bit her lip seductively. She was both excited and scared, eager and apprehensive and as Cullen moved her into position, her emotions became even more uncontrolled. Her mind rushed with irrelevant thoughts she couldn't block out – All she knew was every fibre of her being yearned for him like nothing she had ever felt before. Her lips parted and a pleasureful moan escaped her as he slid inside her. She watched as Cullen's eyes shut, his mouth agar, pleasure consuming his face as he moaned freely. Synara could feel herself getting hotter and hotter and the light coat of sweat developing on her skin that Cullen soon came to share. She arched her back driving her templar mad – he wanted the control now – he demanded it in fact as he rolled them over, never breaking their intertwinement; their movements quickly falling back into unison. He was gentle with her, almost as if, if he let loose his savage side he might break her... or that she might not enjoy it that much. Moans escaping both their lips as the speed increased, until finally, a moan filled with more pleasure and satisfaction than the rest echoed from their naked bodies. At that moment he looked into her eyes and as the swaying of their hips fell to a halt, he kissed her through panted breath, before rolling off her and collapsing at her side.
Cullen wrapped his arms around Synara, both panting uncontrollably and as soon as he was able to speak clearly again he whispered softly in her ear.
"I love you!" Her eyes met with his, there was no doubt he was lying.
"I've always loved you." She replied kissing him before settling her head to rest on his chest; she felt safe with him. His grasp tightened – a sign he was now even more protective of her than before, he began to move his hand over the bare skin of her back.
"Mmmm " She moaned, "That feels really good."
More author's notes: I found this chapter a little difficult to write as this type of thing I have no experience writing at all really. I spent ages editing and reediting it, so if you wouldn't mind just leaving a quick review to say how you think I did or leave some tips, I appreciate it!