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Cullen fought beside Trev for what felt like a lifetime. He put every ounce of his strenght, intelligence and swiftness into the fight and Trev moved across the battlefield like a shadow. He couldn't even see her half the time, she was too fast. They both struck countless blows to the huge red lyrium-creature, cutting it, bleeding it. Trev's blades were infused with nasty poisons as well as power from her mark, but each time one of them hit the beast, it just slowed a little and then fought on as if nothing had happened.

Cut off chunks and pieces of red flesh were scattered on the slope they fought on and Cullen couldn't understand how the monster still stood up, much less how it managed to seem so unfazed by its injuries. Cullen's sword was slick with dark gore by now, and he was beginning to feel worn out, his stamina dipping dangerously low. He guessed Trev would have felt the same if it wasn't for the power that her mark provided her.

He gritted his teeth and kept on fighting, but he was getting slower and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The creature must have noticed since it focused more and more attention on him. It struck out with its remaining talons, again and again, sharp as knives. After dodging several of these attacks in a row, Cullen was too slow when they came crashing down against him in a new wave and one of the razor-like talons caught him in the side, ripping open a long gash from his hip down to his knee. It wasn't deadly but he stumbled from the pain and cursed as blood spurted out of him.

Trev rushed to his side and flung a healing potion his way which he managed to catch right before the monster tried to attack again. But Trev was holding it at bay to give him time to down the potion. He felt much better as the pain subsided and the bleeding almost stopped.

Magical stuff, that.

He inhaled deeply and readied himself to begin his assault on the beast again when he heard faint shouting in the distance. He glanced back for a split second and felt immense relief wash over him when he saw a throng of people heading their way, coming from Skyhold's direction.

Unfortunately, the creature saw them as well. It must have known that this was the last chance it had to kill him and Trev.

Cullen's attention snapped back to the fight and he charged again. He just needed to buy them a little more time, just a few minutes for their people to arrive and help them. Trev was fighting the beast from the front, claiming its attention so Cullen could approach it from the back. He drove his sword deep into the creature's flesh and pulled it out again, and the monster reared up and howled with rage and immediately turned his way. The head shot forward and it snapped its jaws so close to Cullen's face he could feel its foul breath on him. He seized the opportunity and plunged his sword up under its jaw, going straight through its mouth. The scream it let out was so powerful that Cullen lost his grip on the sword's handle and he fell back to the ground when the beast pulled itself upright again, Cullen's sword still stuck in its jaw.

"Why doesn't the bitch just fucking die already?" Trev yelled, barely audible over the screaming and the sounds of the green, crackling lightning surrounding her.

Cullen looked back towards the approaching force from Skyhold. He felt slightly panicked now that he'd lost his sword and thus his only defense and prayed that they would arrive before something really bad happened.

When his eyes returned to the fight, his heart came to a stop as he saw how Trev was pinned to the ground by two of the creature's giant claws. It was as if time slowed down when he watched helplessly as the monster raised its largest, most vicious-looking talon high in the air, poised to strike down on her when the earth suddenly shook from a blast. He had to avert his eyes to keep dirt and gravel out of them and when he looked back, everything – the air around them, the creature, the ground – was tinted with an outlandish emerald hue.

He watched with his mouth wide open in wonder as Trev rose from the ground up into the air until she was hovering right in front of the creature's head, at least ten feet up, the green lightning swirling even more violently around her now. But the beast wasted no time on being surprised and Cullen couldn't even manage to scream as the huge claw went right through her. His breath caught in his throat as he stared, horrified and disbelieving, at his worst nightmare unfolding right in front of him.

He was vaguely aware of hearing gasps and screams of shock behind him, barely noting that the bulk of Skyhold's forces must have arrived. It didn't matter since they were too late anyway.

He could barely believe his eyes when he saw the bit of the creature that stuck out of the other side of Trev fall off, as if burned away. Something snapped shut right behind her.

A rift?

He looked at Trev's face and sank to his knees in relief when he saw that she didn't seem injured at all. She moved her daggers in the air in front of her and with a ear-splitting sound, a new, much larger rift opened. She circled her daggers in patterns he didn't understand and he could see how she closed her eyes and murmured something under her breath, almost like a mage did with an incantation. The creature suddenly moved towards the rift, very clearly without its own volition. Its screams and howls were drowned out as the head and upper body disappeared into the rift. That's when Trev dropped to the ground in front of it and shot her hand up towards the rift, sucking all the power out of it and snapped it closed. The force from her endeavor knocked him and the rest of the awed spectators to the ground.

He blinked a few times and propped himself up on his elbows. The only thing left of the red lyrium-monster was its lower half, blood gushing out of it like a rushing river before it finally sagged and fell over, making the ground shudder again.

His eyes found Trev, who was standing completely drenched in blood beside the massive, torn up hunk of flesh that used to be Alanna Dreallor. The rift lightning was gone now, and apart from her rapid breathing, she seemed uninjured. Cullen scrambled to stand up and noticed while he did so how everyone behind him did the opposite. Those who had been knocked down during the force of the blast only got up to their knees, and the ones left standing dropped down to theirs, bowing their heads in respect for Trev.

Her gaze swept over them with a look of surprise on her face, but as soon as her eyes found Cullen, she seemed to forget them. She ran towards him while he walked as fast as he could in her direction. When there was no distance left between them, she threw herself in his arms.

Cullen ignored the blood that smeared on his armor from their contact and squeezed her tightly against him, silently thanking the Maker over and over for delivering her safely into his arms one more time. Her lips found his and she kissed him desperately as if to confirm that he was actually still alive.

Neither of them barely heard the cheers and the shouts behind them and Cullen pulled away slightly so that he could look at her face. It was, as always, the most beautiful thing in the world.

She reached her hand up and caressed his cheek softly and he shivered with pleasure.

"I love you," she said.

He smiled and kissed her again before he nuzzled the side of her face and kissed her cheek and then her ear before whispering: "I remember everything."

Cullen remembered how her eyes had widened at his words, her mouth dropping open in astonishment. She hadn't gotten a chance to respond before the crowd of people from Skyhold swept her up and carried her above their heads, cheering and shouting praise and words of worship her way. At first it looked as if she was going to protest before Cullen found her eyes and he just laughed and shook his head, his smile full of promises of what would come later. He saw her relax and she smiled back before she turned her gaze to the people who cheered for her, giving them what they wanted.

He had been celebrated as a hero as well and was almost swept up in a similar manner before Leliana had pushed her way through and saw the wound on his leg that still had blood trickling from it. Despite his attempts at brushing it off as nothing, he found himself behind her on a horse back to Skyhold before he had time to protest further.

He was sitting in the infirmary now, waiting patiently for the mage who was working on him to fix his leg. It didn't really bother him, the potion had managed the worst. But Leliana was right, better to heal it completely as soon as possible to avoid infection. She pestered him with questions about what had happened while he was being healed and she was outraged that she hadn't known that Alanna had slipped out of the jail in Ostwick. But she forgot that quickly when Cullen kept talking and she understood that he must have gotten his memories back even without him telling her that outright.

She smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder while the mage was putting his finishing touches on Cullen's leg.

"I'm so glad for you, and for the Inquisitor. I'll go and make sure she gets away from everyone pestering her so you can be alone when you're finished here. I'll see to it that she'll be in her quarters." Leliana winked and Cullen felt grateful. He wanted nothing more than to be alone with Trev right now. His plan to go to the Emeralds with her was pretty much ruined now so he would have to propose to her here. He felt his pocket for the ring and felt panic well up inside him when he realized it was empty.

"No, no, no, shit!"

The mage's head snapped up. "Did it hurt? It shouldn't, I've healed it already, just cleaning the blood off now..." he murmured, eyeing Cullen's leg suspiciously again.

"No, it's fine. I have to go," Cullen said while standing up and pulling on the new pair of breeches that Leliana had kindly brought to him.

He left in a hurry, not even hearing the mage's protests as he slammed the door shut behind him. He hurried towards Trev's private quarters, cursing himself and cursing everything that had happened today. He must have dropped the ring on the battlefield, and there was no way he would find it now. Trev her kept her promise when she told Alanna that the ground would bathe in her blood.

He could get a new one but he gritted his teeth at the thought. The one he'd had was so perfect, with diamonds and a large emerald in the middle the color of her eyes. He'd even had the band engraved.

Shit.

He did his best to ignore everyone who called his name on his way to Trev without being too impolite. He smiled and nodded but didn't stop for anyone. Skyhold was buzzing with activity and people whispered and talked and some even sang about the events of the day. He heard whispers of 'Rift godess' and 'Her Holiness' in addition to the Herald, Her Worship and Inquisitor that he was used to hearing people call his love by now.

Finally, he reached her door and the guards immediately let him in. He didn't even make it up the stairs before Trev came running for him and threw her arms around him.

"Are you alright? I was so shocked when you told me you remembered everything that I didn't even stop to think about your leg..."

Cullen buried his face in her hair, all clean and free from blood now. "I'm fine, my love. Good as new," he said and smiled when she looked up at him. He swallowed hard when he noticed that all she had on was a thin silk robe loosely tied around her waist, and not a single piece of clothing underneath.

"Do you truly remember everything?" There was still uncertainty in her voice.

"Maker, yes. I'll show you how well I remember every curve of your body." He pulled on the rope around her robe and tossed it behind him, his hungry eyes sweeping over the creamy skin revealing itself to him. Trev whimpered in delight as his fingertips traced along the sensitive skin on the side of her stomach all the way up to her breast. When he squeezed her pert nipple, she gripped his hips and pulled him to her and kissed him ferociously. He groaned and pushed her against the railing, pressing hismself against her naked body.

He licked her skin all the way from her throat up to her ear.

"I remember every dirty, perfect thing we've ever done together..." he whispered. She moaned as he licked her ear before he continued. "I remember when I bent you over my desk and fucked you until it shook... I remember bending you over the war table, how you thrashed around with your arms so much you destroyed our carefully placed plans on the map, you just couldn't help yourself when I plunged myself into you."

Cullen grabbed her around the ass and lifted her up to him and she played along very willingly, immediately wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Maker, tell me more, Cullen..." She licked and kissed his skin, her arms wrapped around his neck. He felt his knees go weak at the sound her sultry voice but he was determined to relive every moment they'd had together. He took a few steps up the stairs before he couldn't go any further, she distracted him too much. Her hand squeezed his hard cock through his breeches and he pushed her against the wall.

"I remember fucking you like this countless times when we couldn't even make it to the bedroom in time. I wanted you so much Trev, you do unspeakable things to my mind, to my body. I want you so fucking much right now. In every way, here against the wall, on the stairs, in the bed, I just need you."

She looked at him, her eyes dark and smoldering and she dropped her feet to the step they were standing on and in less than five seconds she had freed him of his clothes. She smiled at him wickedly and took his hand, leading him up to the top of the stairs. He groaned at the sight of her full, delicious backside swaying at him as she walked up. His cock was painfully hard, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her and fuck her until neither of them could stand.

His jaw dropped open when she paused on the final step of the stairs and dropped down to her knees, her hands planted on the floor above the step. She arched her back, pushing her ass in the air and it was all he could do not to drool over the floor like a fucking dog.

She looked back at him and arched her eyebrow.

"What are you waiting for?"

"That's a damn good question," he mumbled before dropping down to his knees behind her. "Are you sure you want to do it here? Wouldn't you be more comfortable in bed?" he asked, making sure this was what she wanted.

"Are you joking, Cullen? Now that you remember, you also remember that all our wildest and best sex has happened in weird places, right?"

He laughed softly before grabbing her hip with one hand and stroking her wet, delicious cunt with the other. She moaned and tried to push herself against him. "That, I do remember," he growled before he sucked on his wet fingers, tasting her on them. He grabbed her tightly with both hands and pushed himself into her.

So tight...

A loud moan escaped them both and he started fucking her on the stairs like an animal. It felt so fucking good and all of their previous sexual encounters flooded his mind. He revelled in remembering and being able to give her every last bit of himself. He reached around her and started rubbing her clit with his finger and she moaned so loudly he was sure she was going to come any moment. He pulled out of her and she begged him to fuck her again.

He laughed and pulled her to her feet. "Don't you worry, love. I'm going to make you come so many times you'll be a shaking mess when I'm done with you tonight. No walking for days."

She practically attacked him, his words apparently affecting her in a manner he could only describe as utterly wild and uncontrollable. She kissed him so hard his lips hurt and her tongue melted against his as they both moaned into each other's mouths.

They stumled into her quarters and she fell back onto the sofa. He tried to join her but she held her hand out, motioning for him to keep standing.

"Do you remember that night outside the tavern?" she said, her voice uneven and heady with desire.

Maker, if he remembered... He only managed to nod.

She leaned forward and looked up at him. She looked so incredibly sexy, he thought maybe just the sight of her would be able to undo him right now. "Do you remember what I did to you?" She licked her lips and stared at his cock hungrily.

He didn't need to be told what she wanted and he cupped the back of her head in one hand and pushed forward. He gasped in surprise when she took his whole lenght at once, not even licking him first. She grabbed his hips and pushed him even further down her throat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he hissed, eyes snapping shut from the incredible heat and wetness of her mouth. Then she started to move her tongue. His eyes flickered open again and he looked down and met her eyes and saw that she was smiling around his cock.

"Mhmm..." she moaned. She pulled him almost all the way out of her mouth and licked the head of him. "You taste so fucking good. Fuck my mouth, Cullen, please."

She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. Cullen stared at her and when a drop of saliva trickled down from the corner of her mouth, he lost it. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and gave her what she wanted. He jerked his hips forward, again and again, filling her mouth with his thick, hard cock as she moaned around him even as she gagged on him. He could feel her push him harder against her, Maker, he had to be halfway down her throat by now. He felt his balls tighten and knew he wasn't far off. As much as he wanted to fill her pretty mouth with his seed, he'd promised her more than that tonight. He pulled out of her mouth and lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder while she laughed in delight.

He put her down on the bed and wasted no time before he had his mouth on her wet, swollen clit. She moaned and he lapped at her, swirling his tongue between her folds, sucking and kissing his way between her opening and her clit. She dug his nails into his shoulders.

"Oh, fuck! Cullen, more, don't fucking stop. Maker, it feels so, ohh... so fucking good!"

He teased her opening with a finger and she reached down to make him push it in. He chuckled against her before burying his face in her cunt again, licking and sucking while he pumped his finger in and out, adding a second and a third. He kept on licking, the taste of her so fucking sweet.

"Do you like it when I stretch you open like this? Getting you ready for a good fucking again so my cock will fit in you?"

"Andraste, yes!" she screamed, her hand in his hair, forcing him to go faster. "Fuck me with your fingers and your mouth, Cullen, make me come, please!"

He increased the speed even more and sucked on her clit while swirling his tongue around it and it wasn't long until she screamed his name as she convulsed around him. He crawled up over her body and pushed his cock inside her before she became too tight for him to slip in.

"Yes, fuck me," she whispered, her eyes rolled back into her head. She moaned as he finally managed to push himself all the way in, her walls still clamping down on him in spasms in the aftershock of her orgasm.

He couldn't believe how tight she was or how good he fit in her wet, throbbing pussy. He grabbed the headboard of the bed to hold on to something as he fucked her, each thrust connecting his upper body to her still sensitive clit. Her moans grew louder each time and she was practically screaming again.

"Harder, please, I'm begging you, Cullen! Fuck me 'til I can't fucking walk!"

She didn't need to beg him and he thrust harder, not caring about the strain of the wood underneath them. A loud crack sounded out but she didn't stop screaming and he didn't stop fucking her. She came a second time and the pressure around his cock was unbeliavable.

"Fuck, Trev, I can't hold it back, I'm going to come..." he grunted, hands on her hips now, holding on to her as if his life depended on it.

"Fill me up, Cullen, I want to feel you come inside me..."

He groaned as her words brought him home and he breathed her name as he jerked into her, long, hot spurts of him filling her warm cunt.

He lay still over her for a few moments, trying to catch his breath before she pulled him down beside him. He put his arms around her and kissed her neck.

"Love... I think we broke the bed," she said and laughed softly, music to his ears.

"Worth it," he said and chuckled and she laughed so hard she had to brace her hand against her stomach.

After they both calmed down, she turned around to face him, her expression now curious.

"When did you remember everything?" she asked while stroking his arm absentmindedly.

"It must have been when you closed that large rift, taking half of Alanna with it. There was some kind of wave forcing us all to the ground then. When my vision cleared, it was just suddenly like the memories had never left me."

She kissed his lips, very softly, before nuzzling into his neck. "I'm so glad it happened, even though the reason for it vexes me. I should have been informed of that crazy bitch's whereabouts."

"Apparently, even Leliana didn't know. I'll bet she's already on it, investigating why. So don't worry about it. Trev..." He had to ask her. "What really happened out there? The things you did, how you used your mark... I've never seen you do anything like that before. You were floating in the air, shooting lightning and all kinds of crazy stuff. I know your rift power gives you special abilities but... did you know you could do that?"

She shook her head. "No. If I'd known, taking down our enemies would have been a lot easier on this whole Inquisition ride, you know. I think it was because you were in the line of fire. She threatened you, she'd already made sure you died once, for Maker's sake. It was probably just a question of motivation, how far I could take my powers."

Cullen nodded. "People will talk about this for a long, long time. They saw you do things that no one else has ever done. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal if you were a mage, mages do weird things. But it's widely known that you aren't."

"Let them think what they want. I'm sure Leliana and Josephine are already on top of things, making sure they call me a saint or a godess or something ridiculous like that, instead of an abomination." She snorted but went silent when she saw the serious expression on Cullen's face. "What?"

"I've already heard whispers of a Rift godess."

Trev's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?" When he didn't say anything, she groaned. "You know what? We can worry about that later. Right now, you're here, I'm here, and there's no one here to disturb us. If I can recall correctly, you promised me that I wouldn't be able to walk after you were done with me. I think I can still walk..."

She smiled and Cullen couldn't keep himself from laughing fondly at her mischievous expression. He rolled her over to her back and grabbed her wrist, placing small kisses along her skin.

"I always keep my promises."

The forest of the Emeralds was breathtaking. Twinkling lights were spread out through the huge trees and there were white flowers everywhere, as far as the eye could see. The sounds of the animals and the insects that usually came out in the twilight right before dusk were drowned out by the murmur of the hundreds of people who were gathered in the forest, all dressed in finery and apparently waiting excitedly for something.

There was most likely no one more excited than the Inquisition's Commander – Cullen Rutherford – who stood at the edge of the crowd on a small upraised platform covered in the same white flowers and twinkling lights as the trees. Practically every woman in the crowd had fawned over him on his way up there, handsome as was in his blue formal wear.

His eyes swept through the front of the crowd nervously and he smiled as his eyes met those of Lord Trevelyan and his family, and then his sister Mia and hers. She smiled up at him reassuringly and he cleared his throat.

What's taking so long?

As if she heard his thoughts, a cheer swept to the crowd and they parted in the middle to let Lily Trevelyan through. Everyone bowed their heads and murmured prayers and worship as she passed, but Cullen heard none of it. The only thing he could hear was the beating of his own heart as he watched his dream walk down the path towards him. She was wearing a traditional Fereldan blue wedding dress, the silk flowing around her and down into a train behind her. Her hair was braided down her side, her favourite, with small, white and gold flowers pinned to it. She carried a single, larger flower of the same color in her hand.

Most importantly, she wore a smile so wide that no one around her could keep from smiling themselves when they saw how happy she was, Cullen included. He still thought he was dreaming, all the way until she stepped up on the platform and stood in front of him and the Revered Mother. She took his hands and while they waited for the crowd to quiet down, she reached up to his ear and whispered: "Are you alright?"

He whispered back: "Never better, if this is not a dream, as I still suspect it is."

She laughed quietly. "There are so many people here... When this is over, how about escaping this place with me? Our villa is not far, I'm sure together we can manage to outsmart anyone who tries to keep us here. Besides... I think you'll find yourself eager to get there."

He arched his eyebrows, smile still wide on his face. "Oh?"

She nodded and smiled back.

Dazzling.

"Remember the first thing I said to you, in your office? A promise I haven't yet fulfilled. I thought our wedding night would be the perfect opportunity, don't you agree, love?"

Cullen swallowed. Maker, was she trying to get him hard here in front of all these people?

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

The crowd had almost gone silent now and Trev lowered her voice to an almost inaudible whisper. "Yes. I still want to tie you up and lick your entire body. Or, if you prefer, you can tie up the new Mrs. Trevelyan Rutherford and do it to me instead, I would have no arguments against that."

His heart fluttered as she called herself by his last name, and heat pooled deep in his stomach at the other thing she mentioned.

When she whispered the last thing before the ceremony that would make her truly and utterly his, he smiled widely and nodded eagerly in response to her words: "So when this is over, will you run with me?"