The halls had emptied out in Halamshiral, the moon started it's descent towards the horizon. The night had been long and they had accomplished so much. The Inquisition solidified Celine's rule as Empress of Orlais, and Orlais' aid to the Inquisition against Corypheus.
But all those thoughts would have to be pushed out of his mind as he stood there in the hallway, staring at the door to Anara's room.
She invited him for drinks, she wanted to talk, hopefully about other things that wasn't about the Orlesians and how they groped his bottom.
He paused, his hand raised up to the door as he could feel his heart beating in his chest. The rhythm catching up, raising in tone as he felt his palms get sweaty inside his gloves. His hand gently rested against the door, feeling her magic on the other side. His Templar abilities reaching out to her, wishing to grasp her, to throw aside formalities and lay himself bare among Orlesian marble and bedding.
Cullen's hand slid back up the door before he knocked gently. Hearing a voice gently speak inside,
"Do come in." Cullen could feel his heart beat louder, his mouth get dry, his body clench suddenly as he opened the door to the room.
The fireplace was roaring as the light poured out across the room, making the room seem more intimate than expected. The curtains were closed to the moonlight outside, and perhaps prying eyes from others. Cullen looked across the room to see Solas standing behind Anara his hand gently playing with a curl, his nose nuzzling against her cheek.
Cullen could feel his stomach clench as he was reminded of their relationship. As he was reminded of the intimacy between the two.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Cullen stepped back, almost as if retreating back to his room.
Anara turned to look at Cullen as Solas pulled away, " No Commander, you didn't interrupt." Solas looked to the Commander as he began to saunter across the room. Cullen felt himself step back as Solas closed the distance.
"Commander, do you mind closing the door? I don't believe all of Orlais is allowed in the room." Solas turned towards a large chair near the fireplace, finding his half empty glass on the table.
Cullen turned looking at the door trying to understand in his mind if he should flee. In this moment he knew he walked into a trap. He was always walking into a trap when it came to these hand reached for the door, completely prepared to walk out till he looked across the room at Anara standing there with two glasses in her hands.
"Commander?" She spoke questioningly stepping forward, her body moving towards him. Cullen looked at the loose shimmering samite that hung from her shoulders. The blue and greens shining in the light. He could see her body through the thin material as she slinked forward, like a beast ready to pounce on her prey.
She stood there in front of him, unashamed of whatever Cullen could see through her gown as she held out the glass to him.
Cullen's hand pushed the door closed, grabbing the glass from her hand. Anara gave a smile as she looked at him. The Commander not fleeing from her invitation.
" Please Commander, sit. " She was being a gracious host it seemed in this moment as she motioned Cullen to sitting on the large couch. When he sat, he could feel her on the other end, he was trapped between the two mages. He could feel himself fight the urge to curse under breath.
"I heard Commander…" Solas looked at Cullen as he spoke, " That there have been marriage requests already made on you tonight."
Cullen looked into his glass trying to decide if the mages would poison him, or feed him something to persuade him to their ideals.
" There's nothing in it Commander…" Anara looked at him as she took a drink of her glass, "Unless you're not particular on Orlesian spirits." Cullen could feel as if he was being chided like a small child. Sniffing the food before eating it, touching the temperature, thinking about drinks being poisoned.
Cullen pressed the drink up to his lips as he drank deep from the cup. Feeling the spirits warm his throat as he drank. Anara looked to Solas after she drank her cup holding to him for a refill. Cullen soon held his glass out too, drinking through his fill for the moment.
Cullen looked to Anara as he looked into his cup wanting to break the silence that filled the room, " Tonight an Orlesian man grabbed my bottom. He said he was a weak man and couldn't help himself." Anara looked at him, her face in disbelief.
"The worst I had was an offer from Gaspard.." Her mouth hung open in silence as she tried not to laugh.
"Orlesians…" Cullen mumbled into his cup, glad that the glass was refilled, wishing to find something to occupy his mind.
They spoke about the events in the night, what the inquisition accomplished and the strange woman named Morrigan who just joined the ranks of the Inquisition.
Solas stood up, the last bit of spirits empty, " I'll grab some more." Anara waved gently at Solas as he headed for the door, trying to keep her laughter in listening to Cullen's horrible treatment by the Orlesians.
She felt her back hit against the couch, her laughter finally dying down. Cullen looked at her as she placed her cup on the floor, finally catching her breath.
He didn't know if he had finally become a weak man like the Orlesian man earlier. Or if it was the spirits, but he felt happy, jovial, and at ease for the first time in along time.
" Anara.." Cullen muttered under breath as he looked at her, her eyes closed, sleep seeming like such a welcome sight at this time. But she knew better, than that, it was considered rude to fall asleep in front of a guest. Regardless of how intoxicated you were from the Orlesian mystery drink that graced their lips.
She leaned back against the arm of the couch, her eyes lazily opening as she gently smiled.
Cullen felt his throat tighten as he looked at her lips, his eyes wandering over her shoulders staring at the blue draped across her chest. His arm reached out to her, "Anara?" He called again, his head swimming in his affection for her as his hand gently touched hers.
She snapped back to reality, suddenly aware of the commander's hand on her, " Commander?" She spoke, sorry for not paying enough attention to him while Solas was gone.
He scooted closer to her, his hand running up her arm, "Cullen, it's Cullen…"
She shook her head, "Of course I'm sorry Cullen." He scooted closer, closing the distance between them as his hand slid up to her shoulder. His mind was so focused on her words, the parting of her lips and the sound of her voice when she said his name.
" Say it again.." Cullen could feel himself slowly be gnawed away at the inside, knowing those few hours ago he was expecting a trap, but now he was willingly walking into it. His hand slid up to her cheek, gently stroking his thumb against her skin. "Please.." He spoke gently as he leaned in, his mind lost to the needs in his body.
"Cullen…" She whispered under breath as she felt Cullen's lips press against her's.
In that moment he felt his reserve shatter like glass under too much weight. He breathed deeply as he held her closer, his body wishing to press against her's in response.
He could chalk this up to being drunk, but after so long he could feel his strength slipping away as he was around her. Cullen's lips roughly kissing her, his hands grabbed the arm of the couch, pulling himself in, trying to deepen the kiss, never wishing to break until he heard the door close.
He pushed himself away, embarrassment suddenly creeping onto his face as Solas stood there, a new bottle in hand.
"Solas...I...I..I'm sorry. I just, I kissed.." Solas held his hand up to the Commander silencing him in one motion.
Solas walked around Cullen bottle in hand as he set it on the table by his chair, " You kissed her, why wouldn't you?"
"You're not?" Cullen felt flabbergasted, words failing to come to mind and mouth as he stood there, open mouthed to the world around him.
"Jealous? No." Solas pulled the cork from the new bottle, sniffing the content as he moved towards Cullen, " Do close your mouth Commander, or else something could fly in.." Solas's hand pressed on the underside of Cullen's chin. Forcing him to close his mouth.
"We've been over this before Cullen." Cullen turned to look at Anara sitting on the couch, glass in hand as Solas moved around, pouring the bottle into her glass. Solas' hand reached out touching her shoulder before grabbing her glass.
" Vhenan.." He spoke as she stood up, her hand gathering the dress around her ankles, gently pulling it up as her body shifted towards Cullen. She moved gracefully, her feet bare on the stone floor as she moved. Back in Haven he had been filled with such hope and promise but now he feared losing it. Feared losing her.
But here they were in the Winter Palace, they stopped a major step in Corypheus's plan. Cullen felt in his mind that he deserved a well rest, to finally give in to the promises and the sea of desire that he held so dear. That he wanted with every fiber of his being.
"Cullen.." He pulled himself back to reality as he looked down at Anara, her brown eyes staring into his. Cullen looked towards Solas who sat there on the couch, glass in hand as he nodded to the Commander. Reassuring him that there were no ill feelings, or jealousy between them.
His throat tightened as he looked back into her eyes, a gentle smile spreading across her lips as her fingers gently touched the scar on his lip. He flinched, not expecting such a touch from her as she looked at his lips, eyes focused on the scar.
But she didn't make the first move, Cullen felt like time was stretching for an eternity between them as her eyes stared at the scar on his lip and the stubble on his cheeks. Like she was making note of every single mark and hair on him.
" If this isn't what you want Cullen.." She looked into his eyes as she spoke, " You just need to tell me, and we will stop." Cullen looked at her, the sincerity in her words shook through him, dragging him further down into this well laid trap by the mages.
Cullen grabbed her hand, pulling it away from his face as he looked at her, the tension building in him as he conceded to them. He pulled Anara in, his lips thirsting for her as he kissed her, feeling the passion build within himself in no time. As if his body started where he left off. He had surrendered, finally giving into the warm embrace of the mages and their plots.
Solas stilled on the couch, watching as Cullen gave into his base needs, his hands running up Anara's arms. His hands tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss, his movements frantic, as if he was making up for lost time. Trying to memorize everything about her, as if he'd never have the chance again.
The glass pressed against his lips as he took the last swallow, feeling the heat build in his chest as the spirit moved through him. His eyes flashed across the room as he heard a moan escape the lips of his Vhenan. His fingers held the drink delicately, holding himself together still as his legs uncrossed, pushing himself from the couch, his body moving towards the two figures lost in passion. Closing the distance as he felt his heart beat just alittle faster. His hands, twitching in anticipation as he set the glass on the table, only steps away.
Anara felt Cullen's tongue brush against her bottom lip, the heat rising within him as he pressed closer to her. He had finally broken down the floodgates to his desire, wishing to never be parted from her, and hopefully Solas ever again.
She moaned weakly as her lips parted, opening herself the commanders rough touch. She felt his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer into his kiss, His other hand grasping desperately at the dress she wore. His hands seeking for the touch of her skin. She felt her body press against his as another set of hands fell upon her. Gently moving her hair from her neck as lips pressed gently, spreading the heat within her body like a great torrent.
She felt dizzingly warm, like she would burn from the touches of both men. Solas's lips upon the nape of her neck, teeth gently nipping at her shoulder. Cullen's hand fighting desperately for the touch of her skin, as he deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing against hers.
Cullen slowly pulled away, his hand still in her hair, as he looked at Solas's lips claiming the nape of her neck. He looked into Anara's eyes, as her breath grew heavy from their kisses and touches. Her eyes silently beckoned him back into their embrace as her lips opened in anticipation.
" Cullen.." She whispered from her lips as Solas pulled away from her skin, red marks left in his wake as he looked at the Commander.
He felt two sets of eyes upon him, both challenging him silently, both in silent agreement to the commander, both beckoning him back into their embrace of magic and desire.
He felt Anara's hands rest upon his chest, feeling her hands run up the lapel of his suit, her grip getting tighter as she looked at him, not giving the commander time to pull away before her lips pressed violently against his.
Cullen could feel a growl form in his throat as he felt Anara's body press hard against his, he was lost now. Perhaps lost forever.
Anara felt Cullen's body react to her, his manhood hardening against her as she felt herself smile on the inside. How she wanted the Commander since that night she had seen him in the woods in Haven. How she remembered the sight of muscles and hard planes. She heard his growl, her body meeting his in response. She felt a hard body behind her pressing into her, his hand running along the length of her stomach, hand gently cupping her breast as the other pulled at the top of her gown from a shoulder. Laying the skin bare for his teeth.
She jolted against both men, both groaning against her as she became lost in the feel of both hands.
Cullen's hands fidgeted, wanting to touch her skin desperately, he fought with his gloves, discarding them on the floor of the room. Skin on skin, how it felt so much more intimate now that he was feeling her skin, her body there without any separation.
His hands fought with the dress, pulling the skirt up as he touched her thigh, her leg running up against his, letting his hand get more access to touch.
Anara could hear Solas his voice husky from the feel of her body against his, "Vhenan." He whispered into her ear as his hand squeezed her breast, causing her body to buckle against the men, causing Cullen to groan again as his hand gripped harder on her thigh.
Solas felt himself pull away, hearing the Commander groan louder. Savoring the sight of his Vhenan finally getting the Commander. Finally having what she wanted to claim for so long.
" Claim him. Make him yours. Pull him in."
Anara pulled away from Cullen's lips, her back bending back as Cullen's lips desperately sought her skin, anything to keep her in his arms. She felt his teeth graze against her throat, causing a gasp to leave her lips.
Cullen's hands pulled her body up against his, pressing her against the hardness of his body, picking her up as if she weighed nothing. Cullen groaned again, feeling her wrap her legs around his hips, grinding him closely to her womanhood.
" Maker's breath.." He mumbled into Anara's shoulder as he felt himself hit the bed, the feather mattress catching their fall. His hands pushed her's from his shoulder, holding her wrists above her head as his free hand gently ran over her lips, fingers running gently over the dip in her dress, feeling her skin shiver against his touch.
He watched as her eyes closed as his fingers ran down her legs, slowly gathering the dress into his hand, allowing his fingers to run on the outside of her thigh. She had become lost to her sense and hopelessly abandoned herself to the feel of her mage, and her templar.
Cullen found himself in the same boat, as his hand let go of her wrist, instead focused on the lapel of his suit, as the other grazed against her upper thigh, hips buckling as his hand slowly drew away, instead drawn to shedding the cumbersome clothes.
Solas moved towards them, his body leaning over Anara as his lips met her's. Cullen for the briefest moment felt a twinge of jealousy until he felt Anara react against him. She wanted them both. Needed them both.
Solas's hands worked against the dress, his fingers effortless unlacing the front, allowing his hands to slip under, feeling her body tremble to the feel of both men. "Solas.." She whispered, hand pulling on the necklace around his neck, her lips pulling him in, her tongue gently running against his lips. Her eyes turned to look at Cullen, his hands slowly unbuttoning the red suit, "More...I want more.."
Solas felt her hand run up his tunic, trying to feel his skin in response to both men. He smiled, pulling the fabric over his head allowing Anara unrestricted access to him. His hand hovered over her navel, agonizingly slow in his pursuit of her body. He could feel her shake and quiver to his touch as he gently grazed against sensitive spots. Spots that he knew so well now.
Cullen's hands finished unbuttoning the shirt, pulling it from his shoulders as Anara gasped, gently biting her lip as her legs pulled Cullen in closer. Cullen buckled forward, catching himself against the bed, as his arm braced to her side. He heard her whisper into his ear, her breath heavy, "More.."
Cullen pulled himself up, his eyes looking into her's, seeing the seriousness that she felt in that moment. More, he thought as he looked at her. He slowly pulled the dress open, as if opening a gift, his eyes looking over the length of her body. Watching as Anara shivered against Solas's fingers touching lower.
Cullen felt her legs tighten as her back raised off the bed, eyes closing as she gasped, her breath hitching as Solas's hand dipped down, hiding in the warmth of her wetness. He felt himself react against her as her lips parted, drawing him in as he felt a growl on his lips. His hands gently touched over her body, running across her curves as his lips claimed her shoulder, her neck exposed just for him.
Solas could feel the warmth pool up inside of her, pushing and pulling like her magic within. Both tied together in harmony, connected to each other forever. He could feel his breeches tighten as his fingers played with her body, dipping and stroking inside of her. Reveling in the heat that her body provided. He felt a hand reach out to him, pulling his lips into a kiss as his finger stroked deeper, causing her to jerk her hips up, meeting him.
She moaned loudly into Solas's mouth as they kissed, his fingers gently playing with her, reminding her of what she wanted. She could feel Cullen's lips upon her shoulder, her nails digging into shoulder as Cullen's fingers began to achingly trace her inside thigh.
Cullen nipped and bit around her shoulder claiming that side as his, but his body screamed for more. To feel more, to taste more. His tongue licked against her collarbone, tracing up to her throat, leaving a hot line within his wake. One free hand running along the inside of her thigh, as Solas's fingers stroked her within, leaving her moaning against unclaimed lips.
His tongue flicked out, slowly tracing down her chest, his other free hand running under her back, as she lifted off the bed, her body gripping as she fought to keep still. Fought to keep herself in check. His tongue gently ran across her breast, hearing her breath hitch as both men played with her.
" Cullen.." She moaned, feeling his lips capture her breast, his tongue gently running over a hardened nipple.
" Vhenan." She heard Solas moan into her ear, his free hand unbuttoning his breeches, their tightness only driving him mad in this moment.
" Solas.." She groaned as her body bucked against his fingers feeling his fingers pace increase. Knowing full well his intentions and well laid plans for the future she could feel the pleasure spread from both men. Her chest began to flutter and the warmth within began to spread, sending her soon over the edge.
"Cullen….Solas…" Her words were mixed, soon the pleasure too much to determine who was causing her to moan, her body only reacted to their touches, their penetration, and their lips. But soon she was dragged to the edge, waiting for completion to take her. "Cullen!" Her hands gripped the sheets, as her head threw back, one final name escaping her lips, "Solas!" She almost screamed as she fell into the precipice. Her body stretched thin as she felt herself come crashing down. Both men's eyes on her as she tried to catch her breath.
Cullen and Solas both gave wicked smiles as she looked at them, knowing that they were all in for a long night.