A Templar's Desire (DA:I - Cullen X Lavellen)

1. After The Party*

We celebrated the end of the Inquisition. We were no longer required. We laid down our swords and were prepared to return to the world anew. Josephine curated a fantastic gathering regardless of what she said. I spoke to everyone at least once and saw how everyone was. Across the hall, Cullen and I met each other's gaze. I approached him and asked how he was after all of this.

"I am fine, Lalin. I should let you... Mingle. I'm sure everyone desires your attention. As much as I might want it for myself."

"You were my final guest to speak with tonight, Cullen. I think we've had fun with this party," I smiled as I took his hand and stepped towards the door to our quarters.

We crept through the door, wishing no one saw us escape the party. We were exhausted from socializing and tired of being around anyone but ourselves. We sat on opposite sides of the bed, and Cullen began to unbuckle his armor. I quickly untied my boots, slid off my silk blouse and trousers, and placed them on the bed stand. He was still occupied with his chest plate when I removed my undergarments. I lay on the bed comfortably and watched him for a while. He glanced my way while unfastening his jerkin, and a surge of red splattered across his face. He cleared his throat. So cute.

"Lalin, I –" He hesitated as I rubbed the tip of my pointed ear. He understood what that meant. Cullen would fiddle with the points of my ears in bed right before we made love. It became a cue for us to say we desired each other. After assigning him a mission, I'd rub the tip of my ear in the war room. Leliana would giggle as she deduced what our signal was. And he would blush and nod.

I continued to watch him undress. He was uneasy and began to rush to take off his leg guards. I crept behind him and wrapped my arms around him. I felt his heart racing and his skin grow warmer.

"Are you alright, Ma'arlath?" I whispered to him as my hands drifted down his chest. Cullen stopped undoing his final pieces of armor and glanced at me. He smirked on the scar side of his face.

"I am wonderful, my Heart."

He completed unlacing his trousers and quickly pulled them off, ditching everything on the floor.

I peeked at the rug covered in various armor pieces and leather straps, "You best pick up after this."

He wasn't worried and crawled closer to me. His face was flushed, his eyes were fixed on me, and he was thoroughly erect. He came closer as if to kiss me, and I placed my finger on his lips.

"I have something Dagna cooked up that I want to try," I told him with a smile.

Cullen's face changed from passionate to concerned. He took my hand and asked, "What is it? Not another rune 'toy' she forged?"

I looked at him and squirmed in place excitedly. I bent over to the bed stand and withdrew a small runestone. His expression hardened, and I explained before he could open his mouth, "It's a very low-level thunder rune. She toned it down so it only vibrates. I thought it could be fun—for us but mostly for me."

He grinned at me, and with swiftness and passion, he grasped my sides and raised me above him. I sat on his lap, with his cock scarcely brushing my vulva. He gripped my hips and tugged me forward.

As he pulled me nearer, my vulva pressed up against his shaft, and he gently squeezed me. I was sitting on his cock at this point, but I wanted to make him squirm. I ground on him slowly and softly. The tip was just barely getting enveloped by my folds. Cullen closed his eyes and let out a quiet and reserved moan. I teased him by placing his tip at the opening of what he so desired. But he couldn't penetrate. Not yet.

"Lalin, my Love, please." He was begging me, but he knew I was in command. I had almost overlooked the runestone in my hand when a spark of magic activated it. My magic would slip out whenever I was this aroused. It was starved for release, just like myself, just like Cullen.