He wished he could help her, the Inquisitor.
He felt her loneliness and it resonated from her like a cold wind as she passed him by.
She hid it well, but he could feel the weight on her chest. He wanted to help, but how? Much a stranger to the others he kept his distance.

But she was always so kind and gentle with him.
"You are kind like a basket of flowers...bright...warm sunny days...makes sorrow flee." He told her, it made her smile, but he knew the longing she felt. He would appear next to her often, just to be around her. She made him feel warm and relaxed. But of late there was no longer joy in her heart, this made her feel cold and distant to him.
Once he had bumped his hand into hers, he could feel a sudden jolt in his heart and could see a blush form on her cheeks.

She was smiling at him and that made him glad.
"I want to help." Cole whispered to himself. She had trusted him so much, more than anyone else had in his whole life. Helping the Inquisition was his duty, but helping the Inquisitor came from his heart. He didn't want the others to know how she hid that pain, that loneliness.

He would come to her when she was alone.

The Inquisitors Bedroom

The night hung thick in the air. Only the fireplace burned cheerfully in the corner, illuminating a soft warmth that filled the corner of the grand room. The Inquisitor slept on her bed, the soft silk sheets wound and tangled around her. Her soft hair glistening all around her and soft breath gently rose and fell in her chest. All was safe in her small kingdom, but her heart was in turmoil. She had given her life to the Inquisition, the blood and sweat she shed for the cause. She asked for nothing in return but gave everything. Perhaps because she gave so much, and then found herself suddenly empty.

Her schedule she executed exhausted her, drove her to utter collapse every night. But it was better this way. She wouldn't feel the aching pain in her chest when she found herself alone in the great halls of her mighty keep. The smiles of her companions and their company only dulled the pain temporary. She wanted to feel something deeper.

Something real.

A shadow appeared on her balcony and slowly stalked towards the wide open doors. His dark eyes reflected that of a predator, focused on its prey. His silvery blonde hair danced in the moonlight, shimmering, reflecting the stars above him.

Cole felt every nerve on his skin prickle as he drew into her chambers. Was this wrong?

He always had given her privacy. Though he could always come and go where he pleased unseen. But he had always been afraid to come here. But this was urgent.

The Inquisitor needed his help.

His figure stood in the moonlight that flowed into the room. The soft light caressed the edges of his dark leather that clung to his body, it encircled around him exposing the lean chiseled muscle beneath. His heart started to beat wildly in his chest when his gaze found her.

Never had he seen her exposed like this, she was delicate and soft. He found himself mesmerized by her. A strange emotion tightened around his heart and he found breathing difficult. Instinctively his gloved hand grasped at his chest, as if some weight had been pressed against it. He shouldn't be afraid, but he didn't know if she would be mad. His brow furrowed and his eyes intensified on her sleeping form. Then with courage he proceeded into the haven of her bedroom. His eyes quickly scanned the room, he saw her desk full of papers, neatly folded clothes by the dresser, quickly his eyes snapped back to her.

Closer and closer he drew to her bed, his heart thrumming loudly in his ears. Crouching by her side his eyes intently watched her still form. Slowly he reached out for her cheek, his fingers frozen hesitantly. He bit his bottom lip nervously, "It must be done, I must help." he whispered reassuring himself.

You awoke, brain hazy with dreams. Something soft gently stroked, it felt good, until your heart jolted with panic of the unknown.

Awaken from slumber gasping, staring into his haunting eyes, staring directly into yours.

"C...Cole." Stammering, heart beating hard in your chest. Instantly hands fumbled making sure the small clothes where not showing under then thin sheet barely covering your half naked body.

Throat searched for the words as eyes searched his frantically, trying to understand his presence.

"W...what is it?" Thoughts whirled about trying to make sense of the situation.

"I am...here." His lips moved slowly as he drew out the words. His brow furrowed at the frustration of lack of words. "You have been hurting…soft whispers…trying to hide it, but I can feel." He swallowed hard, his long ivory neck catching your attention.

Concern flooded you. "Why did you come here? What time is it?"

Cole's eyes became desperate and his movements nervous.

"I hope...I hope you are not upset! I just want to help! I know you feel...for what I do not know. But..." His eyes flinched to meet yours and then quickly down between his crouched knees. "Please, let me help you, heal the pain."

Was this a dream? No it couldn't be, it felt too real. You admit to yourself you've always fantasized about this moment, letting careless thoughts wander with desire. What if Cole suddenly appeared in your room? Late at night with no one around, just you and him. Cole had always had a special place in your heart, he was so innocent, free and untamable.

But now that he's here, your stomach churned nervously and feelings fluttered uncontrollably.

"I'm fine Cole, you don't need to worry about me." You felt disappointment once the words left your lips. His presence here was exhilarating and having his attention made a small special feeling grow deep within. But always hiding inside and pretending everything was ok. That is what the game was all about.

Cole struggled mentally, it was all over his face. "I...I can give you what you want. Please let me show you." His deep forlorn ocean eyes gazed hopefully into yours.

Strange. "What is it that you want to give me?" Your curiosity peaked with his offer.

Cole abruptly stood up, his fingers twiddling at his sides. "You will need to stand...I think." His voice trailed off, unsure of his words.

"Alright." It amused you to play along. "But look away for a moment."

Cole cocked his head to one side "Why?"

An eyebrow shot up. "Because I am not properly dressed."

A terrified look came upon Cole and then a scarlet blush filled his cheeks. Quickly he turned on his heels, tilting his head. Hiding his embarrassment in his golden locks.

You couldn't help but giggle a little, he was adorable. Slipping on a fitting nightgown, you stood next to him. The heat that emulated from him made you want to draw closer. But resisted.

Shivering from the cool air, lingering eyes raked his long lithe form. "Ok Cole, what is it?" Slowly turning, warily his worried eyes met yours. He nervously looked down and stared at his leather boots.

"Let...let me show you. I know this will help. But I've never..." An awkward silence followed.

Suddenly it was your heart that was quivering at his strange words. "Never what?" Slowly almost intimately Cole's eyes traced up your figure to your eyes. You could see the fear in his, a fear of the unknown.

His voice came out a husky whisper. "Done this."

Your heart leaped into your throat. What was he talking about? "I don't understand, Cole. Please elaborate."

"I thought I had but...no...heart swimming, dark depths...unexplored." Cole turned and then started pacing the room. Shadows dancing off his movements giving him a foreboding appearance.

What was this all about? "Please Cole, you came here for a reason."

His pacing slowed to a halt. "Yes. I did." Then his wild eyes met yours and stirred with a new determination. His jaw hardened, he turned and walked towards you, his eyes locked on, memorizing and paralyzing your being. His hands caught your attention as he removed his gloves and let them fall to the floor.

Cole's voice was a husky low tone. "Look into my eyes." Your eyes shot up into his gaze. He was standing so close now, the heat of his body radiated off of him like a fire.

He softly captures your chin between his fingers, returning your gaze deeply with his. You feel the air around you grow thick and heavy with tension. The nearness of him sparked a primitive response in your body. Cole's fingers slowly reach up to your side. Hesitating his fingers pause before contact, almost expecting to be burned. You feel his fingers gently caress your hip, lunging your heart into a gallop.

You hear a shallow pant from his lips as his blue orbs flicker to your lips before returning to your eyes. A deep warmth starts to flood your chest as you struggle to focus. His dark eyes filled with yearning.

"I want to show you." His words trail off into a whisper.

Breathless you stammer. "Show me?"

"You aren't alone." He spoke the words so honestly and innocently.

Oh Maker. What was going to happen next?

His cheeks turn bright red and he swallows loudly again. His fingers are strong and warm as they slowly wind around your lower back. You feel him draw you nearer, his scent intoxicating your sense. You can barely think or focus on how his breathing changed, becoming eager. You see his marble skin start to glisten in the flickering fire light.

Your breath catches in your throat.

His eyes capture you, entrapping around you, unable to escape the sea in which you swim. His pulse thrummed in his neck and lips parted slowly, agonizing slowly, his mouth tilting breathing in your scent. His lips hovering over yours, almost touching. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest, wildly out of control. He seems unsure, terribly frightened of going forward. Not knowing what it would bring.

Cole's lips gently touch yours, a light brush only for a moment. Your mind explodes into stars and you forget everything, how to breathe, how to think, your mind is set free in a burst of flame rippling through your veins. The sensation driving shivers through you, paralyzing you in that moment.

You press your lips into his and his mouth awkwardly meets yours. A ragged breath escapes his lips as if he were holding it, afraid to breathe. A desperate groan pleaded in his throat as his body began to shake like a leaf in the wind. His hands trembled as they framed your face, fingertips brushing your cheeks delicately. His lips lingered against yours, his lips taste sweet and warm.

His muscles tense and his senses strain in every inch of his being as your fingers wrap behind his back. Your tongue slides out to lick his lower lip, a soft whimper emerges from Cole's mouth, his lips becoming more urgent and hastily against yours.

Your tongue glides into Cole's mouth, the mere touch of your tongues makes your knees almost buckle beneath you, the exhilaration coursing violently through your blood. You can feel the raw hunger building as you fall into him, deepening the kiss. Breathing becomes ragged and desperate as instinct takes hold.

In need of air you pull away and look into Cole's half lidded eyes that bore down into yours. His lips trembling and his body quivering from the impact of your lips. Your heart surged with an overwhelming feeling and your stomach spurs flutters deep inside you.

Whispering almost on the edge of panic, panting heavily. "I never thought..." Cole's eyes trace to your lips hungrily and then snap back to yours a darkness and desire burns in them like an unquenchable flame that has been released devastating and consuming everything in its path. But as his searched you could see his face slowly furrowing with innocent vulnerability.

"Cole that was..." You whispered between your haggard breaths.

Cole mouthed to speak but no words escaped as he swallowed hard. Slowly exhaling he bowed his graceful neck and leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. He licked his lips and bit his lower lip, savoring the taste of his first kiss.

Whispering, voice on the edge of cracking. "I have no words...to describe what I feel. My lips burn to taste yours again...please let me?" His eyes peer curiously into yours, pleading and begging.

Your heart leaps. "Yes..." Your voice rasps.

Cole's warm lips find yours once more, this time more eager than before. You press yourself against him, surrounding his face with your hands, letting your mouth melt like lava into his. The kiss is soft and delicate but it soon escalates. Hands search for places to cling tighter, bodies press closer.

He then pulls away breathing heavily, eyes full with a wild frenzy. He licks his lips and you can't turn your eyes away from his quivering mouth.

"I shouldn't but I want to...I want to..." His voice thick with desire, a dark hunger flickering in his eyes. "I wanted to show you. You are wanted. I want you." Another rush of sweet emotion floods through your heart.

His eyes captures yours once more. "You want...me?" Your voice quivers.