Dragon Age One Shots

Cullen

I had finally found the perfect chair! It was an oversized beast, big enough for me to stretch out and put my feet up, leaning over to read my book. It was so comfortable that I felt myself yawn. When I was finished yawning, I heard a quiet chuckle, "Good evening, Inquisitor." I blinked the sleep from my eyes, looking to see my favorite Commander standing near a bookshelf. I smiled sleepily, "Hello, Commander. How are you this evening?" He smiled, kneeling by my chair and looking me in the eye, "Not very good until now. Would you like to join me on a walk?" I blinked again, "But my chair is so comfortable, Cullen, that I find it hard moving from it." He chuckled again, "Then I will assist in any way possible."

"Cullen? How did we get into this position again?" I had woken up to Cullen's arm wrapped around my middle tightly, head buried in the crook of my neck, snoring like a lovable idiot. I noticed the clothing situation: present. Very good.

I glanced around, realizing that Cullen was still fast asleep, despite my speaking in a regular tone. Wow, he's a heavy sleeper. I wonder how much of a cuddler he actually is? I wiggled around in the slightest, making his arm pull me closer and his mouth mumble for him as if he were coherent, "No." I felt my inner brain squeal at the utter cuteness radiating from him, but I suppressed the urge to actually squeal, poking his face with my finger,

"Cullen. Cullen! COMMANDER, WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" His head shot up and he fell out of the bed, yelling, "Where? Corepheyus? I'll kill him!" Then he blinked, looking at me, "We aren't under attack, are we?"

I shook my head, holding in my laughter as he blushed furiously. "Good morning, Cullen. May I ask what happened between the library last night and my bed this morning?" He laughed, "You refused to let me sleep in my own bed after I walked you to your quarters. You insisted that you would not fall asleep without someone near you, so I slept by your side." I nodded slowly,

"You should move in." He sputtered, rubbing the back of his neck, "What?" I blinked, "Move in, like make my quarters our quarters. Sleep here, and the like." I had no idea where my words were coming from, but now they were out there, so I gave up trying to think things over. He stuttered relentlessly, trying to formulate a sentence.

Now that I consider it, offering for him to move into my quarters might as well have meant 'Will you Marry Me?' in his culture. Being an elf was quite hard sometimes, "I apologize, Commander. That must've been inappropriate of me." He shook his head furiously, "No, it's fine. I like the idea, but how do we keep Dorian and Bull from noticing?" I laughed, "Who cares? If they make fun of us, we can just one up them."

He sighed, "Alright."