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“Cullen, do you need to ask?”
“I suppose not, I…” his words faltered at the disturbance of glass shattering to the floor.
The restraint of months of waiting and yearning bubbled over, his hands moving before he’d had a chance to consider his actions, sweeping the rest of the desk’s contents to the floor.
Although passionate, the moment was also surprisingly tender as his shaking hands pulled across her back, laying her down before him. She grinned, using her own eager fingers to cup his face and draw him down for a devouring kiss. A moan escaping her lips as his weight began to settle on her.
“Sorry, is this too much?” He asked breathily.
“Not at all.” He pressed his lips back to hers, crushing the air out of her lungs. She winced a little as sharp edges of metal embedded themselves. He stopped for a moment, smiling apologetically and readjusting their position. “Maybe, just the armour?” She said, trying to sit up a little.
“Oh, right, of course.” Laughingly he began to tear at buckles on his breast plate, her hands going to work on his bracers, gauntlets and greaves. She nestled into the space between his legs, enjoying the rub of their bodies so close together at last. Once the offending articles had clattered to the floor, his bare hands closed around her face, kissing her fully one again. Without the disturbing clanking of armour, their satisfied groans and whimpers filled the air, delighting their senses further still.
He began to work his way over the buttons of her tunic, but her hands clasped his. He looked at her, brow furrowed for a moment in concern.
“We don’t have time.” She whispered.
“What?”
“Guard rotation in fifteen minutes, you should remember you wrote the schedule!” He groaned, leaning his forehead against hers.
“Perhaps we should stop?” His voice was not in the least bit convincing and if there was anything in all of Thedas that she loved more than Cullen it was a challenge, he noticed her eyes sparkle at the urgency of their situation.
He stood with her pinned on his desk, staring her down, assessing the situation, she gulped as she watched his wonderful, tactical mind make his judgement and yelped when he pounced.
Their hands immediately shot to each other’s waistbands, momentarily tangling and creating a further barrier. If they could have stopped kissing for a moment to look to their actions it would have been quicker, but their tongues and lips were so enraptured they could not part other than to let out breathy little giggles and groans.
Suddenly, their hands were inside each other’s breeches and they were panting, desperate for more contact. He cried out as his fingers slipped further down, finding her wet and waiting. Her own gasp at the hardness of her lover filled the space and for a moment their eyes were open again and locked. It was only a moment however before she grinned invitingly, lower lip bitten between her teeth and he shook his head in wonder at her. She nodded and eased herself higher onto the desk, legs parting and inelegantly assisting Cullen with the removal of her trousers altogether.
She didn’t give him any time to drink in the sight or to mutter any further compliments but pulled him to her roughly by his scruff of his collar immediately muffling his surprise.
Her hands ran over the length of him making him suck in a breath, he took over her work and held himself ready. He pushed against her experimentally, shuddering at the heat of her before easing forward with a steady, hard push. Her legs twisted around him to pull him deeper. Once he’d fully entered her, they rocked for a moment kissing, feeling their bodies’ pulses quickening before her digging heels spurred him on to drive deeper. Pulling out and thrusting hard each time, the thought of finally having this woman threatened to overcome him and he attempted to slow, wanting to prolong the act.
The Inquisitor whined, pulling and clawing at him, desperate for more.
“I can’t…I’m going to..” He tried to warn her between heavy pants.
“Good,” She crooned back “The guards, remember?” and with a roll of her hips he continued to pound into her flesh slapping in a filthily satisfying way.
With her fingers clinging onto his hips, he felt the inevitable waves inside him crest and break. His shout swallowed by her mouth as she rocked against him to completion.
When his senses gradually unhazed the sordidness of the situation occurred to him. His immediate reaction was to hold her, kiss her, reassure her but she obviously read his anguished expression and combatted it with a playful ruffle of his hair.
“That was pretty great Commander and with a couple of minutes to spare. So professional.”
She purred as she kissed him, drawing a laugh from him.
“Yes, well, I don’t think speed is usually something one praises in these situations.”
“It was perfect.”
And she meant it.