Áine is a mage from Kinloch Tower. She was there during the blight and had Cullen as one of her acquaintances.
She fell in love with him but was too shy to say something about it. Nevertheless, he was in love with her friend Amell and didn't know sh...
Cullen has some alone time, and he only thinks about Aine. (NSFW/Smut)
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"Inquisitor, I'm sure they can easily fit in the Inquisition."
"How so?"
"They have survived on their own, and for years they have protected and helped many people. I didn't want to say anything, but I know Áine for a long time, and I know that the ability to bring such relevant and important information back to Skyhold was gained while she lived with them."
"Leliana might be right, Inquisitor. We need as many skilled people as we can put our hands on. They can also play, and we can send them to the Winter Palace as the Inquisition band. We can have them infiltrated at the heart of the ball, distracting the guests while you and the others look for clues to what is happening. What do you think, Commander?"
"I think this is pure nonsense. We do not need to send people to entertain the nobility. I am sure they already have a lot to entertain themselves with. I do not want to send anyone there to act like mere pawns whose only goal is to distract and be the target of whatever they have in mind. What we need to do is to send as many soldiers as possible to protect the Inquisitor and our own people."
There was a knock on the door, and they knew the group they had summoned had arrived.
"Alright, I agree with all of you. Now that they are here, I'm sure Áine will do an even better job. We can transfer her to their team, but we need to know if they want to join us. I do not want to have people working for us if they were forced to do so."
Cullen lowered his eyes to the report on his hand while Leliana opened the door to let the group in. Everything was fine until he heard Josephine gasp. He looked at her, and she had a smirk on her face. He turned his attention to the group, only to have himself breathless.
Áine had dyed her hair blue. Although the hair was a dark blue shade, some of the curls were dyed in a much lighter tone. The color wasn't the only change. She had cut it to her shoulder-length. Some of her front hair was longer, highlighting her mouth.
His eyes lowered to her outfit. She was wearing... he didn't know what it was called, but it was arousing. Her white blouse had buttons ending on a kissable neckline. There was no trace of a bra. The waist that he had held many times was shyly marked, but there. Her black pants hugged her legs in perfection.
Even though they had spent many nights together, they never had any sexual intimacy. But at that moment, the only thing he wanted was to carry her to his bed and kiss every part of her body that he could lay his fingers on, and only stop when both were lying there exhausted.
Finley had a satisfied smile and arms crossed over his chest. Dudu elbowed First, who let out a muffled laugh followed by some indiscreet cough. Mother kept moving her gaze from Áine to Cullen, only to go back to Áine again. Nevan watched the scene unfold with curious eyes. And Áine? She intertwined her finger in front of her body after tucking some hair behind her ear and kicking an imaginary rock.
