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Countless weeks had passed since the Breach had ripped into the sky, and a countless number of people had given their lives for the only force that appeared able to stand against the power that had erupted it. Even so, as Cullen Rutherford sent out letters to the families of those they had lost in the Inquisition's last struggled attempt to even the playing field between them and Corypheus, he felt a guilty peg of relief knowing that their leader was safe and sound, that their - his - Lady Lavellan didn't share the same fate.

"Most of our numbers are still on their way back from the Arbor Wilds, Commander," an Inquisition scout informed him as she entered his quarters, saluting briefly before he'd had a chance to fully see it. With a small nod, he waved her off, barely lifting his eyes from the parchment of papers on his desk in front of him in order to give her a once over - just long enough to make sure it wasn't the soul he'd been hoping to barge into his tower. As much as he wished he could pull himself from his desk in search of a distraction, the Commander knew better; these souls deserved to have their families told of their bravery. It was, after all, the only thing Cullen really had left to offer them for their efforts. Well, that and a proper burial, but burying your soldiers without the comfort of their loved ones being able to say their goodbyes? No. He would remain to his duties, for as long as his eyes and straining headache would allow.

What could've been minutes or hours passed when Cullen's hand finally released the quiver he'd been holding so tightly. Dully, his golden eyes trailed over the words he'd written what felt like a thousand times since he'd been recruited for the Inquisition's commanding role. Most of the men and women they had lost were mages, too, adding to the sullen mood that was weight heavily on the male's shoulders. He'd cast so many mages out because of a few bad seeds, and here they were, laying their lives on the line for their cause. "Maker's breath.." he sighed, closing his eyes as he eased his head into his hands, fingers massaging against his temples as he attempted to will his headache away. To be honest, he wasn't even sure what he was experiencing the headache from anymore; his lack of lyrium usage, or the fact that all of this was starting to chip away at his armor, piece by piece. Whatever it was, he wasn't sure how much more he could withstand; so much he might willingly take a trip to the tavern if the next couple of moments didn't prove to be any better.
 
Tequila had been keeping her self busy with all the Reports she was dealing with in the War room. It never seemed to end, someone always needed the Inquisition's help. But Lady Levallan counted herself lucky she had nearly been struck down by Samson in the Temple when he caught her distracted by fending off a Red Templar. Ironbull had taken the blow shielding her with yet another brush with possible death. Her party had survived but they were all exhausted from the fight, Both Morrigan and Solas disapproved of taking the responsibility of carrying the knowledge of the well to stop Corypheus. She was Elven and now It was her job to carry that knowledge just as the Elves did before her. But a single doubt still lingered in the back of her mind if she did the right thing drinking from the well.

Pinching the bridge of her nose she tried to dull the ache of her head reeling out of control. She could still hear the voices but Tequila could only understand bits of it. Her body was filled of tension from the stress, Only the touch of Cullen could ebb her worry away. And she wondered if she did the same for him?. Not being able to take much more she needed to get away and she found herself making her way to Cullen's quarters unintentionally. Approaching the door she knocked quietly before entering. "Cullen" she said softly approaching The Commander hoping he could spare a moment for her.
 
He'd been sitting at his desk for moments, nothing but his fingers ebbing into his temples claiming his body's movements. But at the sound of the knock, he nearly righted himself so fast in his chair that he nearly tipped himself backwards. As the door swung open, however, his slightly surprised expression changed all-too quickly, seeming an amazingly familiar face he'd been hoping to pass through the threshold of his quarters since he'd awoken that morning. And, for the first time since he'd opened his eyes that day, a genuine smile coaxed into the corners of his mouth.

"M'lady," he responded softly, standing from his seated position to round his desk in order to meet her approach. Gloved hands came to raise as the distance between them vanished, his right palm cupping against her cheek as soon as he could reach out and touch her. "I was hoping you wouldn't keep your distraction waiting long." A bigger smile pulled at his lips, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips, parting it with a desirable sigh as his forehead came to rest on her own. It was such an overwhelming realm of emotion as he paused there, eyes closed for a moment, unable to think of anything but the fact that he was extremely grateful for her return. If she hadn't come back to him.. Cullen wasn't aware as to how he would've reacted.

"Are you alright?" he eventually asked, opening his eyes to look down to the elf he'd grown so increasingly fond of since the beginning of their task.
 
She kissed him back, his kiss leaving her face flushed. "Bruised but alright" she said her green eyes staring lovingly into his "Aneth ara, Ma vhenan" she whispered in Elvish. Honestly she didn't think she could have made It this far without Cullen reassuring her that she wasn't a false hope to Thedas. "Are you okay?" she asked slipping her delicate hands to rub the tension out of his neck
 
At the mention of her bruises, Cullen's eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he resisted the urge to give her a check-over, intent on measuring exactly how bad these bruises were. But he knew that she could handle far more than he thought of her - she would've had to be able to, for lasting so long in the shoes she currently wore. Almost everyone wanted a piece of the Inquisitor, and none of them quite in the same way he'd intended on getting his own. So there was much to worry about when it came to her well-being. Especially after something like the Well of Sorrows.. He didn't want her vulnerable, for any reason, even himself. Her elven language made his lips caress into a wider smile, having asked her several times to explain herself after greeting him in her custom language, but he'd heard that sentence so many times now, there was no way he couldn't know what she'd said. And it made him feel at peace, knowing she considered him her safe place.

Her question was met with a slight press of his lips, unaware how to exactly answer her. The smooth pressure of her hands was well distracting, as well, forcing the taller man to close his eyes as he nearly slunk into her touch, a soft groan ebbing from the back of his throat; he hadn't been aware at how much strain his body was in, most likely from the countless hours he'd been stuck at his desk, writing the same letters over and over. Eventually, he managed to sigh out a response, his eyes barely opening to peer back down at her as he did so. "Just a headache," he shrugged it off, forcing another smile as his hand fell from her cheek, curling around the small of her back to pull her closer. "I'm glad you returned to me in one piece, Tequila, bruised or not.." For a moment, his face mirrored his thoughts, thinking about the souls who'd given their lives for their efforts. "I almost didn't let you go to the Arbor Wilds.."
 
Her tender look fell and she looked away "So many brave people have given their lives for our cause. I swear sometimes I can still hear the screams" she sighed heavily closing her eyes the event at Haven replaying over and over in her head. "Their were Ancient Elves at the Temple, I wanted to carry their burden as if it were my own. Corypheus would have abused that knowledge." Then she felt rage swell inside her, Tequila's face distorted into anger. The creases of her nose wrinkled like a snarling Mabari hound "Morrigan wanted to use the Well, she said she would use it's power as a Service to the Inquisition." She spat the words in disgust. Tequila didn't hate Morrigan but she remembered reading The hero of Ferelden's warning that was sent to her. Telling of the tale that the Warden commander took upon herself to find the witch with the Intention of killing her. All because she was carrying Kieran. King Alistair's babe, but it was all out of envy. Alyistasia was angry because She would never had the chance of having her own family with her King because of the tainted blood. But when she finally caught up to her, The Warden couldn't kill someone who had given her the chance to survive the Archdemon.

Tequila shook her head "But she is not Elvhen. I couldn't let it fall into a Shem's hands" she tried to let go of her anger trying to avoid further stress. Burying her head into the Commander's fluffy shoulder of his Overcoat.
 
His Inquisitor's words only mirrored his own thoughts; from the attack at Haven, to every little loss that their soldiers had witnessed, and now to the Temple. It didn't matter what happened, it seemed, who was evil or who was good. Men and women who didn't deserve to die always did. "I know the feeling," he mused softly, holding back his small sigh. If he could will her pain away, he would, no matter the cost.

"I'm sure the elves are a lot more entrusting with one of their own," he began, eyes gleaming slightly as he looked down at her markings, the arm around her waist sliding up to rub against her back softly. The idea of Morrigan using the well didn't sit right within Cullen's mind, not knowing fully well if they could trust the woman who'd taken to strolling Skyhold as though she owned a portion of its property. Naturally, Cullen would also be wary of any soul in which Leliana wasn't fond of, as well. "Service the Inquisition?" he asked, scoffing afterwards in slight disgust. "As if it was her birthright, or something as daft." Shaking his head at the thought, he silently thanked the woman in his arms for her brash thinking, not allowing something so full of power be whisked away so easily to someone they weren't entirely sure they could call ally.

Lifting his free hand to tangle within the woman's hair as her head came to rest against his shoulder, he closed his eyes, breathing in her familiar smell. "You did the right thing," he whispered softly to her, fingers combing through her locks lovingly. "Disregard what Solas or Morrigan say on the matter; what's important is that you've found a means to bring an end to this." Sliding his hand from her hair to lock underneath her chin, he tilted her face so she was looking at him, a comforting smile pulling at the edge of his mouth in a lop-sided grin. "You've grown into quite the impressive woman, Tequila.. Much too impressive to continue berating yourself like this."
 
She smiled softly at his comforting words "I'm glad you think so" Her anger fading away with his gentle smile that wiped away all doubt that she had inside "I love you" she murmured against his shoulder. Tequila didn't take notice of him undoing her pinned up braid until waves of her auburn hair spilled over her shoulders. She found it relaxing and when he ran his hands over her sides she couldn't help but moan softly "Cullen" she gasped not expecting to shudder when he rubbed ticklish spots of her spine. Arching her back so her chest pressed against his heavy plated armor, Her faced flushed when she realized how much she really did enjoy being rubbed by him.
 
At those three words, murmured or not, Cullen's heart nearly froze. Each time she spoke them, he could barely breathe. Pulling her tighter in response, he smiled, breathing out deeply. "I love you too," he whispered back softly. Her gasp wasn't what made his heart nearly stop next, however - it was the way she'd gasped his name. It was like no other voice he'd ever heard say his name, and his grip possessively grew tighter on his lover, resisting a soft growl of arousal.

However, at her arch, it was rather hard for his mind not to completely stray to their lone nights together, usually up in his tower; their soldiers knew better then to interrupt the Commander while he was attempting to 'sleep'. Nuzzling his lips into the nape of her neck, he pressed soft, yet hungry kisses against her skin, leading up to her ear. "Are you here to distract me from my duties, or am I distracting you of yours this time?" he murmured against her earlobe before nipping it softly, the hand on her back having started a slow massage.
 
"The sweet Sacrifice of duty hm? " she breathed. As Cullen pressed on the vertebrae in the small of her back she felt electric waves heat her lower regions. With the combination of peppering kisses down her neck she couldn't suppress her whimpering for more. It sent her spiraling into arousal "Damn it Cullen, Please" she whispered rolling her hips into him instinctively, "I can't take much more of your teasing" Tequila panted.
 
She was like puddy in his hands, and he was well aware of this as her whimpers reached his ears. A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips from the sound, his hand working harder against her back, slowly sliding up to massage against the back of her neck. Her curse only encouraged his smile, his eyes narrowing heatedly as he looked down at her, his own hips returning the small sway she'd given his own. "No?" he questioned softly, turning them around, pressing the backs of her legs against his desk, threatening to make a mess of all the work he'd just accomplished. "And what if I were to do this.." he mused, his hand retreating from her neck to start undoing the center buttons of her attire. His hips came to press firmly against her own, pinning her in her position leaning against the desk, his lips lingering centimeters from her own as his hand continued undressing her top half, steadily and slow, taking its time with every button.

All the while, his eyes poured deeply into her own, soaking up every reaction she made. "You look so lovely today," he muttered softly as his hands shifted to smooth underneath the material of her shirt on her shoulders, carrying the fabric carefully off her skin until it collapsed behind her, exposing her radiant skin to his flickering candlelight. "I can't help but think you'll look better without all these restrictions, however.."
 
Tequila felt the rush of night air on her skin while the soft candlelight cast shadows over her freckled Ivory skin. While most women wore brassieres, She stayed true to the Elven ways where she would wrap bands of fabric across her chest. Restricting the free movement of her Breasts. She didn't mind being caged between Cullen and his desk, Infact it only aroused her more that the fact he was so possessive over her. "I could say the same" she smirked reaching behind him to undo the clasps of his Breastplate leaving it to clang on the Cobblestone floor.
 
A small chuckle escaped Cullen's thinly parted lips as Tequila turned his words around on himself, her slithering hands undoing his main focus of armor. As the heavy breastplate released, he let out a sigh of relief, almost like the weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Normally, the man would've fussed over a chip in his armor, or a small indent in the metal, but in a moment like this, he'd almost been the one to cause the armor to fall in such a way in the first place; his anticipation getting the better of his need to keep his uniform in tip-top shape. Unable to let her finish the job, Cullen's hands detached themselves from her form long enough to unclasp his arm plates, letting them fall beside his breastplate as he moved onto the silk that now covered his chest, the only thing withholding his bare skin from her full sight.

Once he was free from he smooth material, hands also free from their gloves, he caressed her cheek, loving the intense feel of skin on skin now that he'd freed his upper body from all restriction. Pressing a dominating kiss to her lips, his hands wrapped around the curve of her back again, fingers gliding over her exposed skin until they found the wraps that concealed his lover's breasts. Undressing the material as slow as he could manage to withhold his actions, he let the fabric drop from her body, quick to press her further into his desk, his chest now against her own. A soft moan pushed into her lips at the warmth her body held, barely able to hide his anticipation as his hands dropped to the desk on either side of her petite form. Without another thought, his right hand slide abruptly to the side, lashing everything that his hand met off the top of his desk, a small growl ebbing into the kiss as he broke it. "Maker doesn't even know how mad you drive me," he whispered against her lips, his left hand sliding between them to start undoing her pants, eyes intensely peering down into her own as he took her in.
 
Every touch or kiss he gave her left her quivering and shaky. But could never get enough of the pleasure he gave her. "Then I won't keep you waiting" she breathed, kicking off her bottoms her undergarments followed after. Tequila slid herself to sit the edge of his desk, Her naked exposed with nothing left to cover her. Tugging on the loops of his pantaloons to close whatever gap there was left, she painfully took her time undoing them.
 
There were pros and cons to Tequila undressing herself; the pros being that it was done much faster than Cullen's hands would've managed; the cons being that his hands didn't get the chance to better grace her skin as he released her lower half of her clothing. As she positioned herself on his desk, something that he usually was very keen on keeping proper and organized (until his Inquisitor strolled into his quarters, at least), his hands made no hesitance in gripping her legs, starting at her knees, and traveling firmly up their soft paths until his palms came to rest against her hips. A soft growl left his parted lips at her teasingly slow speed, but he couldn't complain- he'd taken the same pace relieving her of her own clothing, after all. But he wasn't about to stand for such a tedious task taking this slow.. not without some entertainment, or distraction, at least.

The right hand of the Commander started to slide back from her hip, traveling to the inside of her thigh, squeezing with hunger. His lips once again found the crook of her neck, although instead of delicate kisses, he pulled her smooth skin between his lips, running his tongue over what was available to taste before sucking against his lover. When a mark was surely there, his teeth slid over her skin chillingly as his right hand crept further, middle finger slowly gliding up her soft folds in a merciless teasingly manner. At her body's response, he obliged, applying pressure once more with his finger, guiding it along her opening, groaning at the feel of her juices. Unable to hold off any long, he forced his finger inside, his bite growing a bit more possessive until he made himself pulled away, not wanting to harm her. Retreating far enough to watch her facial expression, he grinned softly, adding his index finger as soon as he knew she wasn't expecting the addition.
 
Cullen's nipping and sucking of her neck made it all too distracting to finishing her task of untying his trousers. She certainly wasn't expecting his hands to glide over her inner thighs until he plunged his finger into her. Tequila let out a sharp hiss of breathe when he stopped biting her to test how she reacted. He had the most smug grin on his face that she had ever seen on a man, How could he have such a gentle temperament until the heated sexual tension was added?

When the second addition was added into her maidenhood. Her hands flew to grip his shoulder as she leaned closer into him that she could nuzzle his neck to muffle her moans and heavy panting.
 
A bit of a triumphant feeling pulled over Cullen as Tequila's hands withdrew from his trousers, too distracted to carry on with their original intent. He'd won this round, it seemed. Her sharp hiss made his chest tighten, the front of his underclothes growing much more tighter as a result. When his eyes connected with her face, her added expressions only coaxed his left hand to release himself of his, now painfully tight, trousers. Unlacing the garment, he barely managed to will himself from his boots and shin plates in order to fully let them fall around his ankles. Kicking the material idly away, he mirrored the same action with his briefs, letting the cotton-material slide off just as easily as his pants had, joining Tequila in her nudity. All the while, his right hand had continued to tease her entrance, working her up for him, loving the vibrating feel of her moans against his neck, knowing that if either of them were too loud, they'd more than likely be walked in on, in fear of something negative happening to either of them. On such a thought, he lifted his left hand to tilt her head up, briefly kissing her, before his eyes lifted to the loft above their heads.

"Sound wont carry as well up there," he murmured, his fingers slowing in their speed, but continuing nonetheless, waiting to see if she was willing to wait long enough to make it up to his bed.
 
Tequila bite her lower lip when his hand slowed, it was a relief really. She didn't want to give the satisfaction of making her climax just yet. But the absent minded thrusting only made it worse for her to hide that she was close to her peak. This was pay back for teasing him earlier now he was giving it back 2x more then what she gave. Nodding in agreement at the hint that it was better to be in the privacy of the loft then sitting on his desk while both of them were fully nude.

on other hand is was kind of arousing at the thought of being caught. More of the risk was more of a attractive idea then actually being found moaning and groaning. She didn't mind being seen naked, Hell in the early mornings she was often found in her Undergarments stretching out the tension in her body. Odd it was Varric that would walk in unannounced. Cullen would surely be cross with the dwarf if he found out it happened so frequently.
 
When the woman made no movement to push off his desk, or push for more space between them, Cullen didn't falter in his movements, remaining stationary where he was. Taking her lack of movement as a second-guess about the idea of moving their intimacy up the ladder, his grin grew slightly in arousal, withdrawing his fingers one by one. "My naughty elf," he whispered in a husky tone, the hand that had been pleasuring her shifting to grab onto the desk's opposite edge, using it to pull himself against her. His opposite hand shifted to grip onto her hips, keeping them still as his own ground against hers, slowly sliding his hard length along her wet folds. A shudder escaped from the back of his throat, and after inhaling deeply, Cullen lined himself up with her entrance.

Capturing her mouth once more, he inched the head of his erection inside of her, his grip on her hip increasing as pleasure began to pulse into his own body. Clenching the desk harder, he thrust his hips forward now, unable to take the next bout of his length at the same, slow speed. Breaking the kiss with a groan, he grit his teeth afterwards, eyes clenching as he fought against her tightness. Easing his hips back, he nearly withdrew his erection completely, before repeating the motion, filling her to the brim once more with his length. "Tequila.." he barely managed to groan out, the hand on her hip sliding up to embrace behind her neck, slightly gripping her hair in the midst. Burying his lips to her neck, he littered her skin with heated, uncontrollable kisses, each thrust increasing in its rhythm.
 
Tequila couldn't breath. His hands were on her, one holding her waist tightly. His kisses and licks against her skin was making her feel faint. She felt his hips make short hard strokes, pushing, pulling, forcing her to the edge again. He was so hard and large moving within her, almost to much to fit her comfortably. "Cullen..." she moaned quietly rolling her hips in sharp movements. Increasing the pressure until her hips began to shift even more, until her back started to arch and she whimpered at the small tremors that shot up her spine.

She craved him in a way that he couldn't even begin to understand and perhaps never would. All she knew was she needed him badly and needed to show Cullen that only she could bring out the inner beast within him.
 
Her own voice mirrored his same moan, only her own voice wrapped around his name instead. It drove the muscles within Cullen's shoulders to tense, his hips subconsciously driving forward harder out of necessity to try and bring that same coo from her lips. He was absolutely driven to hearing his name ring from her lips, that he barely registered that he'd picked up the rhythm, rocking his hips against her own, his hand on her hip pulling her against him every stroke of the way. He'd never met a woman in which he was so enthralled, so naturally, any sound that erupted from her lips was well-worth the time he'd taken to romance her. But his name was ten times more intoxicating to hear.

A few items, invaluable, collapsed off the side of the desk, momentarily stopped Cullen's actions as his eyes sought out the noise of the crash. A soft chuckle pushed from underneath his breath as he buried his lips into Tequila's ear, his breath husky. "Maybe we should have gone upstairs.." he whispered softly, nipping her earlobe as his hips came back into the same tempo, hoping to take her by surprise.
 
Tequila let out a loud cry when he plummeted back into her without any warning at how intense it would feel. Cullen filled her with such pressure it drove her to drag her nails down his spine leaving angry red marks behind. She was sure all of Thedas heard the pitiful sound that came from her, Tequila would never hear the end of it from Dorian tomorrow. Squeezing her legs around his waist to bring herself closer to the edge of the creaking wooden desk. Unable to hold her Climax back much more. Her breathing and vocalizing becoming faster and slightly labored. "Cullen ... I-I can't take much more. Sweet Maker this feels good" she moaned in response to his sultry whispering.
 
Just the scrap of her nails dragging down his back would've been enough to bring on the lovebite that his teeth pressed into her neck, but the combination of how tight his little vixen had started to become almost made him lose his entire load right then. Groaning into her skin, he pulled away from the bite before his senses collapsed into pleasure and he hurt her, lifting a hand to wrap around her back, pulling her against him, wanting nothing more than to just feel her skin on his. At her leg squeeze, a surprised gasp erupted from Cullen's lips, the hand on her back clenching harder in an attempt to brace himself, the sudden clench only adding to the immense sensations pulsing over his body. He knew she was so close, so he couldn't have himself ruining her fun before he'd had his.

"You're close," he whispered almost breathlessly, his lips peppering against her skin as they worked back up to her ear, his breathing rapid and husky against her skin. "I can feel you growing tighter.." the Commander continued, pulling her earlobe between his teeth in a tug. "Give in to me, Tequila," he growled afterwards, although his words were met with a loving nuzzle, knowing she'd understand the rough need in his voice for her submit. "I can feel you quivering around me, love.."
 
Tracing patterns along Cullen's spine she heeded his command. Tequila began to shudder violently around his length with no more inches to give as he had filled her completely. riding out the intense shakes of her body, all the tension released with one blissful eruption within her. Tingling sensations filled her veins until she could see a night sky full of stars in the darkness of her mind. With all the strength the commander held, he could have easily hurt her if he was too rough. Tequila wasn't sure if her lover had harmed her because all recollection of any pain before was numbed completely. Sweat covered her body like morning dew and her ears were ringing blocking out all sound except for the pounding of her heart.
 
Although he'd been sweet talking her orgasm, when her body had finally succumb to his words, Cullen's own body reacted with shock. He gasped as soon as he felt her walls tighten around his length, his eyelids forcing open from the sudden difference. Sucking in a deep breath, he groaned from the sensation, thrusting against her tightness to ride out her orgasm. It wasn't the easiest to keep his control, however, the more he thrust against her warmth, the harder it became for him to keep his cool. His arms had wrapped around her, face nuzzling over her shoulder as he took her smell in, right hand laced within her hair to support the back of her neck. "Sweet Maker.." he breathed under his breath as her waves of pleasure started to ebb away, but his own began to build.

The hand bracing around her neck tightened slightly as his hips quivered for a moment, his breathing ceasing for a moment as his climax reached its head. As soon as his seed started to flow, his hips picked back up once more, and the groan that he let out captured around her name was more than likely loud enough for Varric to have heard, even with it being muffled into her hair and neck. The hard, fast paced rhythm his hips had been locked into slowly started to decrease in pace, but not in strength, as his orgasm began to settle, leaving his breathing in rasps. Pulling from the crook of her neck, the hand that was wrapped around her waist lifted to tilt her chin, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss, uncaring for the fact that his lungs literally ached from their lack of preferred oxygen. When he had to break it in order to breathe, his forehead pressed against her own, his eyes settling to gaze into her own. "I love you, Lady Lavellan."
 
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