Lemon ahead. Cullen x Trevelyan

It's been 6 months since the defeat of Corypheus… Or Coryphenus as Sera called the crazy magister. They celebrated and lingered a little bit more, some had to leave while the some stayed.

Solas was the first to disappear, leaving right after Corypheus was defeated. He left without a trace. Ironbull remained to be their mercenary captain, however he was away most of the time. Madame De Fer went back home, leaving her post in the inquisition, yet kept her ties with the inquisitor if ever her assistance would be needed. Cole stayed with the inquisition, having no other place to go, as he helped with the recovery of the trauma that the war has caused. Cassandra assumed the role of being the Lady Seeker, however this time the Seekers worked with the Inquisition. Sera became the new spymaster in Skyhold, while Leliana became Divine Victoria of the Chantry. She's still the spymaster for the inquisition, though she's working on Chantry duties for the time being.. Cullen and Josephine remained by her side in the inquisition, never leaving their posts. Dorian, however, had to go home to rekindle and restore his relationship with his family and assume his role as an Altus, only with the agreement that his ties with the Inquisition will never be severed. He became the Inquisition's ambassador.

Now, she's in the war room, studying the war map. The original plan was to disband the Inquisition once Corypheus has been defeated; however they became the force both the Chantry and Seekers needed.

She massaged the temples of her head. She has been working late and hard in the past few weeks and there are lots of things in her mind.

"You need to rest," a voice softly said, "You have been working nonstop. You need a break."

She turned towards the owner of the voice and sat on the edge of the table. "I know Cullen, but – "

"But nothing," he cut her off and planted a soft peck on her lips which earned him a small smile, "You deserve it more than anyone. You are officially banned from all Inquisition stuff in the next 24 hours," he said, "Commander's orders," he finished.

She sighed and resigned, "Fine. I can't do anything when you put it that way. Nobody messes with the Commander's Orders," she playfully replied. She allowed herself to relax in the arms of her lover.

They're still unofficial, only came out in public about 2 weeks ago just because Leliana caught them making out in one of the broom closets. They have no labels. It happened exactly 6 months ago, the day they have returned from The Well of Sorrows.

They were able to follow Samson. They got clues and information that Samson is the vessel for the well of sorrows. How did they get that intel? By risking their lives of course. So risky that they almost died.

Cullen barged- no, he stormed in the War Room that day, fuming in anger, "You went to the Well of Sorrws?! He practically shouted, "Without even telling us!"

She knew he wouldn't approve their sudden decision to rush head in, but she didn't think he would be that mad.

He paced around furiously, "You and your impulsive decisions! No plan. No tactic. No advice. How could you have been so careless?!"

"Cullen," she called him out, trying to calm him down, "I'm sorry for not telling you. I'll keep in mind to never leave again without telling you."

He scoffed and laughed sarcastically, "Yea. Next time send me a note or something. That would be comforting."

She didn't like his tone. She stood up and shot him a glare, "Excuse me?! Sorry I couldn't send you a note or couldn't send you a note because we're in the middle of chasing a mad, lyrium-intoxicated magister—"

"—you could've waited for us!" He cut her off, "You could've waited for us to send reinforcements," He argued as the tension grew ticker and more intense.

"Right," She answered hysterically, "We could do that next time and send you a note with Coryphenus's sign on it!"

"STOP. BEING. SO. FUCKING. CARELESS!" He shouted at her in frustration which had gotten her truly offended and pissed. She stomped her foot and balled her fists, "Me?! Careless?!" She scoffed and gritted her teeth, "We were not careless! Seeing that we came here alive and in one piece; it clearly shows that we were far from being careless!"

"And traipsing at the tails of Corypheus himself is considered a plan wrapped in care?" he shot back angrily at her.

"What the fuck is your problem?! We're here! We're safe! We made it out! Isn't that the main objective? Accomplish the mission and –"

"— FOR FUCK'S SAKE ELLE, YOU COULD HAVE DIED!" He cut her off, clearly losing his temper. Both are panting heavily, eyes locked on each another.

Elle was about to say something but Cullen took 2 strides towards her, grabbed her face roughly and kissed her fiercely. He pushed her against the wall, she held on to his arms for support. He pulled away, still holding her face, his forehead resting against hers. He spoke softly that she felt his raw emotions, "I thought I was going to lose you," he admitted, "That thought killed me. I was here, not knowing what to do." He took a deep breath and released her, "Sorry. I… I should not have done that." He turned swiftly and walked towards the door but she found herself going after him. She yanked his arm, making him turn towards her then she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. She didn't care anymore. It was the warmest feeling since the night with Dorian. She's scared and lonely and could die anytime. If there's somebody who can make her feel wanted and loved, she knew it was Cullen. He's a man who enjoys the company of women.

She felt the attraction between them. It was different than what she felt with Dorian. With Cullen, she felt more fragile, more feminine. Partly it was probably because they never had any major battle missions together, unlike Dorian who witnessed both her strengths and weaknesses. She felt wanted and nervous all at the same time. She has battle scars marring her alabaster skin. She's not like any other women who spent a lot of time caring for their skin and all. Suddenly she became more self-conscious and worried that he might not want her after he sees her faded scars, battle marks that no potion or healing spell could remove.

He must have felt her sudden hesitation when he grabbed her by the waist and locked her in a tight embrace, lifting her off the ground. He kissed her passionately and he coaxed her mouth with his, tongue caressing her own, biting her lower lip lightly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped when she felt his already hard member against her core which sent shivers down her spine.

She licked his lips and bit him back, eliciting a throaty moan from the commander. He grabbed her bottom and grinded himself against her & hissed at their covered state, wanting to feel her skin and more. He reached under her clothes, touching her bare flesh and ran his big, warrior hands on her back. She peppered his jaws with light kisses and nibbled his earlobes seductively before moving south to ravish his neck and all the skin that her mouth could reach.

She caressed his shoulders while sucking the sensitive part on his neck. Her hands marveled at the sensation of his skin under her palm and she loved every single bit of it.

He had never felt this way before. No one ever looked at him as if he's a delicious meal like she does. To the girls he has been with, they only wanted to get fucked by his body. They never really paid this much attention. Never touched him, or caressed him.

He loved the way she's biting her lower lip while touching his shoulders, his back… he didn't missed the way she writhed against him and grinded herself against his cock. He settled her on the edge of the war table, standing between her legs as he squeezed her hips, her thighs, her plump ass.

He unbuttoned the first three buttons of her top and ravished the skin that were exposed, and smirked when he saw that she's not wearing any undergarment, He palmed her generous breasts and pinched her nipple, awarding him a very throaty moan.

"Cullen," she panted, "My quarters."

She pushed him and went straight towards the door, not bothering to close the buttons of her top. She just crossed her arms and covered her cleavage, walked straight to her quarters without bothering to greet the people around her. She stripped down to her underwear and turned her head to her back and saw him watching her intently, watching how his pupils dilated.

She noticed that he had also removed his top clothing and licked her lips at the sight of his very chiseled torso. She bent forward slowly as she slowly slid her underwear down her legs, showing her ass… her already wet folds. She didn't even had the time to remove her underwear from her legs when he carried her and threw her on the couch, pushing her against the head of the couch, her ass facing him. He wasted no time and bit her neck, feeling his upper body against her back. She relished the feel of his warm body against her and he felt him squeezing the cheeks of her bottoms.

He pushed her forward, as he grabbed her tiny waist, making her push her ass out towards him. He grabbed her cheeks roughly and spread them apart, feeling her wet folds very spread apart. He touched her core, feeling her very soft flesh against his fingers. Her thighs felt sticky with her juices and she waited in agony as he teased her as he rubbed her folds slowly. She moaned impatiently, making him chuckle and growl at the same time. He opened her folds and pushed a finger inside her core. He fucked her with his hand and she moaned in ecstasy. She knew she was close and she mewled in pleasure as he added two more digits in her.

"Come for me," his voice sounded raspy against her ear and very commanding which turned on even more, "Come for your Commander, Inquisitor," he pushed his long, strong fingers in her deep and touched her spot, undoing her in few seconds. He knelt down and licked her juices, loving her sweet taste. He lapped at her pussy and inserted his tongue, pinching and rubbing her clit, making her come again for the second time.

He flipped her and he paid attention to her tits, fingers still deep in her. She pushed him lightly and maneuvered to switch positions, she's now hovered against him. She touched his chest and his rock hard abs as she ravaging his torso with kisses. She moved downwards and pulled his pants down, freeing his VERY big member. She licked the tip of his cock and sucked his cock, gagging at the size of him. She found a rhythm and she sent him over the edge. She cupped his balls and sucked them too. He pulled her up towards him and bent her on fours.

He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing the head on her folds, deliciously spreading them. He pushed himself in her entrance, making her hiss at both pain and pleasure. She relished the feel of him slowly entering her, stretching her. She whimpered in frustration when he was fully inside her, the lack of movement sending her to both frustration and heightening up her arousal.

"Cullen," she moaned, "Please do something. Fucking move or whatever. Please," she begged.

He gripped her hips and was turned on by her begging. He decided to torture her by pushing himself further against her, his cock entering her deeper, making her moan and whimper in pleasure. He slowly pulled out and slammed himself back again, repeating it over and over again. She cried and whimpered and moaned loudly, feeling his length go in and out of her, loving how lost she is under his spell. He hit her spot and she moaned louder, cursing and chanting his name like a spell.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," she cried, face covered in sweat, the strands of her hair sticking in her face, her neck, her back, "Oh Cullen, yes yes yes, fuck please please," she begged and cried, making him growl. Her breasts are bouncing in all directions, her head lowered on the surface of the couch, her ass up in air as he spread her ass wider. He felt her walls clench and he found a rhythm that instantly sent her to the edge, crying out his name as she came.

He carried her to her bed, throwing her unceremoniously, roughly pulling her towards him by her thighs as he positioned himself again at her entrance, this time she wrapped her legs around his waist. He entered her in one swift move. He fucked her the entire night.

They managed to keep it a secret, loving the thrill of getting caught, stealing glances and touches whenever they're in a meeting or just hanging around. She managed to forget about Dorian, being deliciously wrapped in the arms and body of Cullen almost every night (and every time that they could steal). She even thought of the possibility of moving on to fully forget about the Now-Inquisition Ambassador.

"Well I think that you should go home and check on your family," she insisted and told the Knight-Commander while putting on her clothes.

"You really think so?" He said, pushing himself up on the carpet in his office, resting on his elbows, still not wearing anything, "I might be gone for a month or two."

She thought about it. Two months without sex. She could live. She'll miss being in his arms, but they both know that their families are worried for them and are missing them. She nodded and on the edge of his desk, "Yea I know. However, I know that your mother and your sister wanted to see you. They are missing you and would want to hear from you in person," she smiled at him, "Current situation will give you the luxury to do that at least."

"I'm not leaving without fucking you first," Cullen growled as he stood up and pushed Elle on his desk and she wrapped her legs around his waist, "Two fucking months without sex," she moaned as the commander bit her neck and removed her clothing, inserting 2 fingers deep in her, "It would kill me too," Cullen rasped and plunged deep in her, "Not being able to touch you like this," she moaned and tugged on his hair lightly and bit his neck, "More Cullen," she moaned and he took her left breast in his mouth while his other hand stroked his already hard member, "Fuck Elle," he adjusted her and positioned himself between her legs and slowly entered her, "Fuck, So wet," he bit her neck and ravaged her mouth and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he found his rhythm. He pulled her from his table and pushed her against the window, one behind his desk and it excited her. "You like this, don't you?" he entered her from behind and felt her become even more wet than she was before, "The Inquisitor gets thrilled with getting fucked against open windows," Cullen groped her tits and gripped her waist and Elle helplessly held on to the window frame for dear life as she came over and over again. She pushed Cullen to his chair and she rode his rock hard cock, bouncing up and down as kissed him senseless. He watched her big tits bounce in front of him and he held her thighs. He turned her around and made her bounce on his cock once more, meeting her as he thrusted his cock in her pussy. She stood up and bent on his desk, spreading herself before him, earning a sexy smirk from the Commander as he slapped her ass and soothed them after wards. He pinched her clit and slid a finger, "My, you're still wet Inquisitor. So insatiable." He rubbed the length of his cock against her wet folds and rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen clit and he entered her once more. He bent forward and nibbled on her ear and pushed her hair to her side, revealing her flushed face, mouth open for silent screams and moans. He kissed her shoulder blades and slammed his cock harder into her, earning a moan from her, "You're on potions?" He asked as he tried to control himself, he's on the edge and she is too, "Yes, " she answered in between moans, "Fuck yes," Cullen moaned and came with her inside. They both collapsed on the ground with Elle on top of him and he caressed her back, drawing lazy circles. "So two months without sex," Elle spoke up first, "I think that was worth more than two months," she giggled.

And that was their last conversation. Honestly, it's not like they were official or something, despite of their very frequent sharing of body heat, sweat and juices, they have no other arrangements.

But she's allowed to get hurt, sad and disappointed that Cullen was bethrowed to another noble woman, right? She honestly hoped for a possible future with someone who wants her.

And now, her own family is requesting for her to come home to talk about something urgent.

"Politics," she thought grimly, "Family responsibility and shit," she mumbled to herself. She knew that she had to go and see them at some point. She sighed. Her advisers had convinced her somehow to do that.