Dragon Age One Shots

Summer Heat, Cullen/Inquisitor

This one's extra spicy!

"I'm so sweaty," Lana kicked at the blanket that'd been smothering her, sending the last of it tumbling off the bed. The man beside her, who'd been partially swaddled in the thick fabric, twisted onto his back and groaned.

She tried to turn, hoping for a miracle in the form of a breeze breaking through their open windows, but nothing. The night was still as death, and the air sticky as honey. "Why is it so hot?" she whined, swiping her hands over her forehead to try and clear away the beads of sweat, then against her chest. There was even more hidden below her cotton nightie, her skin so coated it wasn't glowing but radiating.

"Yes, hot in summer," Cullen grumped, fully flipping onto his stomach and burying his words into the pillow, "Who would have thought it?"

A cool eye cut over to the man -- the husband no less -- sassing her back, but she let him fall back into his own sweat-soaked sheets. Twisting her left hand around, Lana raised a cool orb in her palm. Cold as a winter's day, she pressed the edge of it to her chest, then back around her neck.

"Merciful Maker," she sighed, the heat that'd been omnipresent for days finally breaking from her skin.

"Are you...?" the man she thought rolled over back to sleep, rose up on his palms. His head twisted, all the curls mashed to one side from the humidity clinging to his strands. Cullen eyed up the blue and white orb pulsing light and relief against her fevered skin. "Using magic to deal with a simple summer night?"

"Hmph," Lana snorted, drawing the orb over the top of her cleavage. There was no subtlety in how Cullen's gaze trailed the cooling touch wafting over her décolletage. "See if I'll offer you any," she finished with before skirting her orb down her arms. Her moans turned nearly orgasmic as the permeating heat was finally chased away. The chill swept so quickly across her body, the sweat drops froze into tiny icicles.

Her unimpressed husband reached out to skirt his fingers over her bare arm. With his touch, the icicles melted to a gentle rain slicking down her skin. Cullen watched each drop beading down as it raced to tumble into the crook of her elbow. "I don't," he whispered, his amber eyes aflame while traversing across her sienna skin glittering with icicle stars. Two fingers reached through the space between them, both landing upon her collar bone.

As he drew them lower, serpentine sliding towards the swelling breast below, Lana gasped. From the pressing fever of summer, to the chill of winter, his body heat transformed her cooled skin into the perfect caress of spring. Those two fingers became three, then four, and finally all as he dipped down the lacy edge of her nightie and curled a palm around her breast.

Swooping under it, Cullen lifted the weary cup higher, his thumb brushing against a dark plum nipple that ached more from his ministrations than the chill. Lana tried to play coy with her husband, rising up into a sit to draw her palm down her legs. He watched her tug on the almost knee-high hemline, exposing her thigh and the top band of her smalls.

Amber burned through the blue light of magic, daring her to keep touching herself. With a smirk, Lana pressed her palm directly onto the top of her thigh. Her head snapped back and she groaned from her cooling core.

Famished fingers swept down under her bodice and, without a care, lifted both her breasts free from the nightie. They barely tasted the stifling air before Cullen's lips lapped around one and honed in on the nipple. He wasn't about to leave the other alone for long, his palm caressing it, playfully melting the icicles until they dribbled down Lana's ample bosom.

"Maker's sake!" she groaned, shifting back and forth on the bed. It creaked from her light thrashing, the posts bouncing into the wall behind them.