Dragon Age: Inquisition series

Exhaustion

Summary:
Coherent thought is not possible when this tired

Notes:
Cullen is the little spoon and you can't convince me otherwise. Also being Inquisitor must mean she gets late nights often. What if she was awake late for a few nights in a row?

Coherent thought was not possible for Anea right now. She stood outside the barn, trying to listen to a scout who had complaints about rats. The sun had long ago set and she could see the warm glow of the fire from her quarters, obviously lit by Cullen, or even Josephine.

"I might suggest traps?" The scout said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Anea simply nodded. "Yeah. Okay. We'll sort it out in the morning." She turned and walked away, heading up the stairs to the central hall. The hall was deserted, the fire nothing but red embers now. Anea yawned loudly and rubbed her eyes with her gloved hands.

"Long day?"

Anea jumped at the voice. Cullen had entered the hall from the library door, he was dressed in his night clothes but had his furs on over the top. He had obviously seen her enter the hall. Anea snorted. "Yeah. I'm exhausted now though. Good night." She said.

She walked towards the door to her chambers and held the handle, but was too tired to push the door open. She leaned against the cold wood, her forehead pressed against the door. She felt Cullen's hand cover her own and he kissed her cheek before opening the door for her.

She mumbled a thank you and began to walk through the door. She didn't get far. Cullen scooped her up and carried her up the stairs. Anea didn't complain. Instead she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and snuggled into his neck, thankful that he was wearing his furs, making him warmer than usual.

Cullen carried her into her room and to her bed where he gently put her down. Anea sat on the bed for a few moments while Cullen fetched her night clothes. She changed quickly and got into bed, she turned on her side, facing the windows.

The bed dipped behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see Cullen sitting on the bed, sans furs. She cocked an eyebrow.
"You forgot your gloves." He said simply.
"Oh." Anea moved to take her gloves off but stopped when Cullen took her marked hand.
"Wha--?" She started to say but stopped when Cullen pressed his lips to the back of her fingers. He slipped her glove off her hand and reached for her other hand, gently taking the glove off that one too. He kissed her palms twice each before leaning down and kissing her nose.

He got up to leave and Anea took his hand he turned. "Stay with me?" She asked, her voice already heavy with sleep.
Cullen smiled. "Sure."
Anea moved over to save him walking around the bed. Cullen got into the bed and she curled around him, her stomach to his back. Within moments she was pulled into sleep.