The Thane (Cullen Rutherford AU)

Chapter 9 (edited)

From my current position, I turn as much as possible without revealing my naked body to the men. My spine pops, the sound echoing in the room. At the door, Alistair and Branson stand side-by-side, with shit eating grins on their faces. "What are you doing?" Cullen asks, holding me close to him.

"We were both talking and we heard the cries of pure ecstasy coming from the throne room. So naturally, we had to investigate," Alistair begins.

"We came in, and we found you making love to your bride. Remind me, Cullen, to get a new throne when you retire. I'm sure the next Thane won't want to sit on a throne where you fucked your girl," Branson finishes.

Cullen frowns while I blush and cover my chest with my hands. "Don't tell anyone about this," he replies, his eyes softening when he looks at me. "Goodnight."

The two men leave, still cackling over their discovery. Cullen gently lifts me off of him, setting me on the floor. The chill of the smooth stone under me makes a shiver run down my spine. "I apologize for that. Those two are troublemakers. Come, let's return to my room. My bed is much more comfortable than my throne," Cullen says, rubbing his neck and looking sheepishly at me.

We grab our clothes and haphazardly pull them on before sneaking back to his chambers. "We'll have more privacy in my room. Nobody will bother us there," he continues, offering me his hand.

"Your brother does seem to be a trickster. There was a girl like that back in Skyhold; Sera," I add as I walk with him.

"How about this...tonight, we can talk about anything you wish. I'm sure you have many questions. Tomorrow, we can stay in bed all day if you'd prefer. Or we can walk around the hold. The clan is moving in a month, bloomingtide is coming and we must make preparations," he explains, leading me to his bed.

"What if I want to do more than just talk?" I ask, rolling on top of him. He chuckles and grabs my hips, rocking them against him.

"May I...oh Korth's breath! May I kiss you?" Cullen asks, blushing a lot.
A wide smile crosses my face as I answer with a "Yes," leaving down until his lips press against mine. He continues to rock my hips against his.

(Explicit content edited out; see how annoying this is? I hate doing it, but this is what happens when someone reports my story for it, when there are Creepypasta and 1d smut on this website that don't get reported for their content! Okay, rant over)

"I want to try something," he begins once we both catch our breaths.

"And that is?"

"I've always wondered what it would be like if we-" before Cullen can explain what he has in mind, we hear a crash outside of the room. "Stay here," he continues, grabbing his pants and pulling then on. He takes his sword in hand and rushes out of the room.
Timidly, I grab the red lion robe that I had worn earlier, the warmth of the fur enveloping me when I put it on. An uneasy feeling rises in my stomach and I grab my bow and arrows. A loud thump is heard, as if someone has been slammed against the rock wall. That sound is enough to make me rush out of the room.

When I emerge from Cullen's chambers, I notice that Cullen and Floria are locked in a dual stance, sword and dagger threatening to puncture their bodies. "I finally catch you when you're not fucking that knife ear," she snarls, pressing the blade to his throat.

"Floria, put the knife down," I start, slowly walking out to the fighters.
"Dirty knife ear whore. One more step and I slice his throat," she threatens. I stop in my tracks. She'll kill him if I do anything, but I can't let her get away with this.

Her attention goes back to Cullen, and I know this is the moment to strike. Silently, I draw my bow, preparing the arrow for the attack. When the arrow is ready, I pull back on the string, aiming for Floria. I release the string, sending the arrow towards Floria, piercing her in the shoulder, making her stumble back and drop the dagger.