Dragon Age One Shots

Secret Drawer, Cullen/Inquisitor

"Ah, Inquisitor," Cullen glanced up instantly at her walking into his office. She'd been bent down into the paperwork, but her eyes narrowed as he quickly slammed shut the bottom drawer on his desk and locked it.

"Commander," she said, drawing the word out while watching him. As he dropped the key back into his pocket, those amber eyes burned into hers, daring her to ask what she ached to. It didn't happen every time she'd swing by his office unexpectedly, but there'd been enough sudden walk-ins to find him slamming the drawer shut her curiosity was fully piqued.

"I'm afraid I am due to a meeting with the mages," Cullen said, a hand sliding back through his crumpled hair. "Perhaps we can talk some other time," he looked frazzled, but before rushing out the door he beamed a sly smile that melted her bones to goo.

"O...okay," she called, using the folders to try and fan the stupid blush off her face. Alone in the man's office, she glanced around at the mess of reports and books. "What am I supposed to do now?" There was always heading back to her own office, or the war room, or bounding into Josie who'd have a dozen jobs for her to do and...

Her eyes were drawn straight to that locked drawer. What did he keep inside? What was so important? Dangerous? Secretive? Possibly so volatile that he didn't wish any to know?

She didn't realize she'd fished out her set of lock picks until the pair clanked in her fingers. It wasn't right. He deserved his privacy.

Which was why she wouldn't tell anyone about what she found in there.

Dropping to her knees, she stuck both picks into the keyhole and began to rotate around for the tumblers. It'd been awhile since she last had to pick anything. What if he kept something naughty in there? Oh Maker, how could she deal with finding Cullen's secret stash of nude paintings? She'd blush herself to death before he could.

What if he had a type that looked nothing like her? A cloud hovered over her brow, her fingers slowing as the thought took hold. What if all of those sly smiles and stolen kisses were just his way of killing time? What if this was all a ploy?

She was about to slide back, try to forget the drawer, when another dark thought rose from the back of her mind.

What if it's lyrium?

Determination drew her to swing the pick around until she heard a click. "Got it," she called out on instinct, carefully tugging the drawer forward with her picks in place. Peering inside, the Inquisitor frowned, whipped her head up to see if it was a joke, then reach inward.

Tiny, foil-wrapped, candies. It was crammed full of candy. Some looked fruity, familiar drops made at the end of the season. But most were chocolates, hard to the touch but prone to melting in her hand. A bit like Cullen come to think of it.

"Inquisitor?"

Oh shit!

She staggered up, her fingers wrapping around the incriminating evidence. With a forced-on smile, she kicked the drawer back in, "Commander? I thought you had some meeting to...do?"

"I forgot a book and..." He eased around to find her hovering right beside the drawer that couldn't close. Amber eyes burned into hers and she glanced towards the ceiling, trying to not gulp in guilt. It wasn't working.

"So," he growled, stepping closer to her, "you know my secret."

"That the tough as nails, lion of Skyhold has a sweet tooth?" she laughed, trying to play it off as what it was — cute. Cullen's body slid in right in front of hers, pinning her against the desk. A flush rose from her heart to coat her cheeks, the timpani in her veins increasing its beat.

"I won't tell anyone," she assured him, smiling to try and cool the fire burning in his eyes. The Inquisitor moved to slide away, when his gloved hand lashed onto her wrist. How easily it vanished within that great grip. She couldn't even see her flesh through his fingers pinning her tight.

Cullen pried open her palm, exposing the one stolen chocolate. With a practiced hand, he unraveled the foil and let it land on the floor. She half-smiled, expecting him to pop it in his mouth, but he drew the square's edge to hers. It pressed down upon her bottom lip, parting the pair so he could intently watch as she lapped her tongue over the offered treat. His thighs outflanked hers, his hips bounded into hers, and his own tongue rolled between open lips mimicking her.

As he pulled the treat back, she tugged her chocolate-soaked lip into her mouth, her tongue rolling over it to lick up the last of the sugar. Cullen popped the half-melted chocolate into his mouth and chewed. Amber burned into her eyes. Suddenly, his face lashed forward, his lips crushing hers as the decadently sweet taste melded together in their kiss.

Grabbing onto her waist, Cullen hurled her onto his desk, fingers quickly prying apart her shirt. He growled "No, you won't," and plunged back to her for a never ending supply of chocolate kisses.