Note: Warning for NSFW, sexual content.

Dorian let out a muffled groan, his forehead resting on his crossed arms, perched on the edge of the table. Bull chuckled, patted him on the head, and took another swig from his cup.

"How can you still be drinking?" Aarien shook her head at him from across the table. "How is there anything left to drink?" She gestured to the collection of empty bottles on the table before them.

The party had kept going until the early hours, before people had started stumbling off to their rooms or just passing out on the floor. All that remained (concious, anyhow) were the Inquisitor herself, Cullen, Varric, Sera, Bull and Dorian. They had ended up sat round one of the large tables at the end of the hall, enjoying the quiet and each others company. The only sound now in the room was a lute player slumped in the corner, lightly strumming his strings and humming in a drunken stupor. Plus the odd snore. Cullen shifted in his seat and put his feet up on the empty chair next to him.

Varric was sat counting his winnings from the earlier card games. "So, mighty Inquisitor, how would you say the evening went?" Varric smirked at her. "How many nobles are you marrying?"

Sera, poking a cake on her plate, snorted. "As if she needs any of them money gobblers. None of them gots what it takes to beat Cully-Wully here anyway." She leaned her head towards him and batted her eyelashes. She ducked and giggled as an apple flew past her head.

"Now, now children" Aarien took a sip of her water, silently wishing away the blurry edges to her vision. "And in answer to your question Varric, I am marrying no nobles, not for their lack of trying."

He chuckled. "I've no doubt."

Cullen stretched out his arms above his head, and looked at the Inquisitor across from him. Her hair had truly escaped its moorings, and she was proceeding to unpin it and release the plaits. Her fingers ran gently through each free piece, smoothing it out before starting on the next.

Nothing...His eyes wandered down, remembering the words she had told him earlier, ones that had been lingering in his head all evening. Her corset had slipped a little, exposing more of her bosom, which rose and fell softly with each breath. Cullen could feel his groin stirring a little as he examined her. Glancing up, he found her gaze locked onto his, a smirk on her lips. Caught, he smiled sheepishly, and directed his stare to the floor. Under the table he saw that she had kicked of her shoes, and her toes, visible just under the hem of her skirt, were curling into the rug on the floor. He chuckled under his breath and turned his attention back to the others.

"Boss, you should just tell them to fuck off." Bull leaned back in his chair, putting his boots up on the table. Dorian stirred, raising his head sleepily.

"Fuck...who...?" He yawned, then placed his head back on his arms. He started to snore gently, his moustache twitching sporadically.

Varric, who had been watching Cullen's appreciation of the Inquisitor with amusement, pointed to Aarien. "Please, give her a little credit, I'm sure she has more diplomacy than that."

Aarien paused from untangling her hair and squinted as she tried to remember. "You know, I think I may have actually told one of them to fuck off. There's a period of a couple of hours where I...can't really remember much."

They all laughed, and Varric shook his head. "You see? Ever the composed lady" She glared at him but ended up laughing herself.

"That's the problem when people keep giving you drinks...though thinking about it, it was mainly Sera." Aarien raised an eyebrow in her direction.

The elf grinned and nodded. "Hell yeah, fun times for all, no? Wouldn't want you to waste your own party." Sera winked at her, and wobbling slightly, stood up. "Right you knobheads, it's been fun, but I'm off." She walked towards the hall exit, not really in a straight line, giggling and pointing at the random people passed out around the hall.

Cullen smiling, shook his head and swung his feet off of the chair. "You know she was slipping tomatoes into people's pockets all evening?"

Aarien's eyes widened. "Oh, that explains Cassandra looking confused and angry as to why she had tomato juice all over her. She just stood there saying 'But I don't even like tomatoes'." She bent over in her chair as laughter took over, her arms wrapping around her stomach in an effort to control it. Her cackling was contagious however, and the rest of them ended up joining in. Bull thumped the table as he guffawed, making Dorian sit up from his slumber with a start.

"What? Where's the demon?" he spun wildly in his chair looking for the imaginary enemy, grabbing an empty bottle and wielding it threateningly. This, of course, only made them laugh more hysterically. Wiping a tear from her eye, Aarien gasped for breath.

"Maker, I haven't laughed like that for a while"

Dorian, finally remembering where he was, sniffed and placed the bottle back on the table. He glared at them all and slowly stood up. Not saying a word, he sauntered off, opening the door to the library, and slamming it behind him.

After another round of laughing, they finally calmed down. Bull stretched his bulky frame and scratched behind his eyepatch.

"Well I'm gunna go see who's in the tavern."

Varric chuckled. "What happened to the Orlesian ladies that were so enthralled by you?"

Bull screwed up his face as he stood up. "There's too much...unwrapping involved. Layers of skirts, lacing, petticoats, fuck knows what else" He snorted and shrugged. "Not really in the mood for all that fuss."

Aarien leant back in her chair, and absently mindedly traced a finger on the table. "I don't know, corsets and dresses have their merits." She lifted her eyes to hit Cullen with a cheeky wink. He reddened and gulped.

Nothing...

"Whatever Boss, I'll take your word for it." Bull yawned and turned to leave "See you." He swaggered towards the giant door of the hall, before they saw him pause, and turn to take the exit to the library.

Varric scooped his winnings into a pouch, before standing and strolling off. "I'm not being left here with you two. Sweet dreams!" He chuckled and disappeared through one of the other side doors.

Aarien stretched, then straightened in her chair. Cullen watched without speaking."It seems we're finally alone Commander" she smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with untold mischief.

"So we are." He watched as she rose from her chair to stand, readjusted her skirts, and then walked around the table to stand by him.

"Time for bed?" She held out her hand, and grinned. Returning the smile, he took her hand and levered himself out of his chair. He felt her slender fingers interlock with his, and tug him towards the door to her room. Cullen followed her obediently, and waited patiently as she opened the door. He nodded at the guard stationed there, trying not to redden as Aarien led him through. He had barely closed the door behind them when he felt her hands run over his back and up into his hair. Cullen turned to be pounced on, Aarien pressing her lips to his in a fiery kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I have been waiting to be alone with you for too long" she whispered in his ear, as he planted kisses down her neck and along her bare shoulder. He gently pushed her backwards, until she was braced against the stone wall. He cupped her face in his hands, and leant in to kiss her deeply, his tongue caressing hers as he pressed his body against hers.

Cullen broke the kiss and looked at her, desire burning undisguised in his gaze. "You have not made this evening...easy." His hands moved to stroke her hips, as she bit her lip and smiled.

"I can't say I'm sorry..." Aarien ran her hands over his shoulders and arms. "You shouldn't wear your armour and cloak more often, I can feel you through your clothes for a change." Cullen could feel her breathing quicken, as he ran his hands from her hips around to her buttocks, feeling her shape through the soft fabric of her dress, pulling her against him. She could feel his excitement begin to harden against her. Cullen kissed her along her jaw to her ear, lightly squeezing her backside with his hands as he did so.

"You should wear dresses more often" he murmured into her neck. He then bent, running one hand down her leg until it reached her bare foot. He then ran it back up, under her skirts, along her bare leg, lifting the dress with his arm as he slowly rose. His hand reached her hip, to indeed find no underwear there. Cullen pressed himself against her other side, straddling her other leg, as he stroked the skin of her hip with his hand.

"Maker..." he wrapped his other arm around her waist. "You really aren't wearing anything." That mischievous twinkle he so loved returned to her eyes, as she ran a hand down his cheek and then over his shoulder.

"Commander" Aarien mock-pouted, just bringing his attention to her red and puffed lips. "You didn't think I was lying did you?" She bit her lip again in a half-smirk, then gasped slightly as his hand ventured round to caress her bare butt cheek. Cullen kissed again along her shoulder and neck, sometimes using his tongue to trace lightly across her skin. He slowly brought his palm around, sliding over the curve of her buttock and hip. Barely touching her skin, moved his hand to stroke fingers up her inner thigh towards her core.

Aarien gripped his shoulder tightly and her breathing deepened as his fingers tickled between her legs. She could feel his smile against the skin of her neck. He slowly slid a finger between her lips, to discover she was already slick with desire and want. Cullen lifted his head to look at her, eyebrows raised, slightly surprised to find her so...ready.

Aarien looked at him a bit sheepishly, a red blush already creeping onto her cheeks. "I may have...in trying to tease you...turned myself on in the process." He moved back to kissing her neck, and chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through her body. His lips moved to her ear.

"How?" he asked huskily, nibbling her earlobe and feathering kisses along the tip. Cullen resumed stroking her with his fingers, enjoying the slight jolts from her body when they skimmed her sensitive bud.

"How?" Aarien let out a little moan as his fingers finally connected with her clit, and started circling slowly. "I...oh...couldn't stop thinking about you" she gasped, running her hand up from his shoulder into his hair, curling her fingers into it as his stroking speed increased.

Cullen kissed Aarien again, this time slow and lingeringly, catching the small moans escaping from her throat. He released his lips from hers, but kept his face close, feeling her short breaths against his face.

"What were you thinking?" he whispered across her lips. Cullen looked into eyes that were filled with unabashed want, and pressed himself against her even closer. He brushed his lips across hers, denying the kiss that she reached for, until she answered. Aarien closed her eyes as his circling finger increased in tempo once again.

"Of you...Maker...taking me...oh...just anywhere." She opened her eyes to give him a intoxicating stare, a stare that demanded that he do just that. Becoming undone in that stare, he began kissing her in earnest, a groan rolling out from his chest to tingle along her lips. Aarien's other hand slipped between his legs, stroking the bulge that was straining against his trousers.

Cullen suddenly released her and took a step backwards, leaving her gaping and confused.

"Wha-" she stopped in surprise when he adopted her own mischievous smirk, and knelt before her. He grabbed the edge of her skirt, and threw it over his head, concealing him underneath.

Aarien giggled, gently poking his head through the fabric "What are you doing, you crazy man?" She heard his muffled chuckle, then felt his calloused hands on her calves. Painstakingly slowly, he slid his hands up along her legs, gently making her spread her stance a little wider. Her heart quickened as his hands came to rest on her hips and lightly grip them.

"Cullen? Are -" she cut off herself with a loud gasp as his mouth connected with her, his tongue taking over what his fingers were doing so well before. Aarien reached out to grip onto something, anything, as she felt her knees begin to tremble. One hand gripped onto a sconce, while the other held onto the wooden railing. As his tongue circled and flicked, she could feel the rising tingle of pleasure emanate from her core to the rest of her body.

Cullen held onto her hips firmly but gently, half holding her up, as her legs felt they were about to buckle under the sensation. He let go of one hip to slowly stroke down, and slip one finger inside of her. Aarien let out a load moan as he slid in a second. He held them there for a second before slowly slipping them backwards and forwards, never stopping the movement of his tongue. She called his name as he slowly increased the pace, thrusting his fingers in deeper.

Aarien glanced down, wishing she could see him but at the same time gaining a small thrill from the fact he was concealed, yet doing these things to her. She felt herself falling over the edge, his tongue and fingers working in unison but now at a frantic pace. She could feel herself tighten around his fingers, and her whole body tensed. Aarien gripped her holds more tightly as she came, a rolling wave of an orgasm that had her silently scream upwards, her legs trembling with the effort of standing and coping at the same time. Cullen removed his fingers and covered her with kisses – along her lips and down the inside of her thighs – as she recovered from the magic that mouth had just administered.

Cullen released her and flipped her skirts back over his head. His hair was wild and sticking out at all angles, making her chuckle as he stood and wrapped his arms around her. Aarien stiffly released her grip from her anchors, and buried her hands in his mess of curls. Cullen kissed her softly, but his haggard breaths gave away his want. He ran his kisses down her chin, her neck and further, brushing her heaving bosom with his lips. Without a word, he scooped her up, skirts and all, and carried her upstairs to the bedroom.

"You keep on surprising me, you know that don't you?" Aarien whispered breathlessly in his ear, nuzzling his cheek to feel the familiar scratch of stubble against her nose. Cullen wobbled slightly at the top of the stairs, finding concentrating on walking harder than it should be. Reaching the top, he strode across the room and placed her carefully on the edge of the bed, before stepping back.

Saying nothing, he pulled off his boots, throwing them across the room. Next he proceeded to unbutton his dress tunic, never taking his eyes off of her. She was completely dishevelled – her hair was tangled; the fabric of her dress creased; her make-up slightly smudged. A red flush had spread from her breasts, up along her neck to her cheeks, and he knew that the blush descended as well. She had never looked so beautiful, and after a night of being propositioned by many young, rich, handsome nobles, she had chosen him. Cullen pulled off his tunic and let it drop to the floor. He stood still, chest pounding, as her eyes drank him in, every muscle, every scar. He reached for the buttons of his trousers.

Aarien sat up, watching Cullen undress before her, feeling her heart begin to pulse faster once again. She reached around to undo the laces of her corset, when Cullen reached out.

"No, don't take it off" he half growled, releasing his trousers for them to drop to the floor. He relished the cold air around his stiff member, his body shivering in anticipation. She paused and looked at him questioningly, biting her lip when her eyes drifted to his very apparent desire.

"I'd like you to...keep it on." Cullen stepped towards her, pulling her up from the bed to stand against him. Aarien nodded wordlessly, stroking her hands down over his muscled arms; over his hips; before taking him in hand. He ran his fingers into her tangled hair, holding her head as he kissed her deeply. He groaned into her mouth as she slipped her hand down his shaft, twirling her thumb around the head.

"Maker..." Unable to resist any longer, he gripped her gently by the hips and spun her around. Understanding what he wanted to do, Aarien bent over, bracing herself on the edge of the bed with outstretched arms. Cullen lifted up her skirts until her round backside was revealed, running a hand over the smooth, creamy skin of a cheek. She widened her stance slightly, arching her back as she waited impatiently for him to enter her. He stepped forward, running his fingers lightly over her heat. Aarien moaned, and rubbed herself against his hand.

"Cullen...please" she gasped, as he stepped closer and ran the head of his cock over her lips and clit, coating himself in the silky liquid of her arousal. Cullen pushed her skirts to one side, gripping the lacing of her corset with one hand, clasping her hip with the other. He then slid himself slowly in, all the way, feeling her walls tighten against him as he groaned. He stood there panting for moment, savouring the feeling of finally being joined, before slowly sliding out again.

Aarien moaned as he plunged in again, setting a steady rhythm as he gripped her hip and laces tightly. "Faster..." she whispered, crying out when he pushed deeper, and quickened the pace. Cullen's forehead glistened with sweat, his eyes closed, lost in the moment. He pulled her hips towards him, deepening the penetration even further as she called out his name.

Aarien released one hand from the bed, held up by Cullen's grip and her other braced arm. She reached between her legs, fingers feeling where he thrust into her, gasping as he moaned her name. Placing fingers on her clit, she circled as Cullen's thrusting reached fever pitch. He could feel her fingers moving, pleasuring herself, raising his arousal to tipping point.

Aarien yelled his name as she came, the heady heat of climax washing over her. Her walls tightened around him as he drove inside. Hearing her come was too much for Cullen and he jerked her hips back towards him for one final thrust, ripping her corset as he orgasmed. Tingly pleasure spread along his nerves as he stood there breathless. They both stood there panting, before Aarien leaned forward, sliding him out of her. Straightening, she turned and stepped into his embrace, kissing him softly while she brushed his sweat-drenched hair off of his brow.

"I'm sorry about your corset" he mumbled into her hair, his chin resting on her shoulder. Aarien leaned back, and pulled off the ripped garment. She chuckled and let it drop to the floor.

"It served its purpose." She reached around to the back of her dress, and deftly undid the lacing there. Her dress slid off to lie in a gold pool at her feet. Pressing his forehead to hers, Cullen cradled her naked body against him, an arm clasped around her backside while the other hand rested in the small of her back. Aarien reached up to place her arms around his neck.

"So you're quite fond of dresses then?" she murmured in his ear, as they hugged each other tightly.

"I'm quite fond of you" Cullen smiled softly, bending down to place an arm under her knees and pick her up with little effort. Stepping over her dress, he knelt on the bed, and placed Aarien gently on the far side, before stretching out next to her.

She scooted back into him, lifting his arm around her and holding it to her chest. "I think I have my old Circle robe somewhere.." Cullen snorted and shook his head, releasing her to reach down and pull the blankets over them.

"So you think I have unresolved sexual desires involving robes and skirts due to being a Templar once." He tucked them in, before enveloping her in his arms and holding her close.

"Oh, I won't try and find it then, no worries." Aarien turned and snuggled into him, rubbing her nose into his chest, feeling his warmth.

"I didn't say that..." He felt her giggle, and he rested his chin on the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. Cullen regarded the woman in his arms, who was steadily drifting off to sleep. "Thank you."

Aarien lazily opened her eyes to look up at him. "For what?" she shifted, draping a long leg over his.

"Choosing me." He squeezed her in a tight hug before kissing her forehead. She sleepily frowned at him.

"Why would I want anyone else?" She softly placed kisses along his chest before cuddling closer. Aarien yawned, and her breathing softened as she went fast to sleep. Cullen lay there for a while, listening to her, feeling her skin against his, before closing his eyes and joining her in slumber.

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