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Cullen jumped from his chair the moment he heard the scream that resonated from the backyard. A second later, his youngest daughter came scampering through the back door, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste. Before she could tear past him, Cullen reached down and caught her around the waist, halting in her tracks. He could feel her small frame trembling making his heart ache and filling him with concern.

“Little love, what’s wrong? What happened?”

She tried to squirm from his grasp but Cullen wouldn’t relent. Lowering himself to a knee, he pulled his youngest daughter into a tight embrace. She resisted for a moment before finally throwing two small arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder. He held her close, rubbing her back and smoothing her hair while quietly shushing her frightened sobs.

It seemed like an eternity before she began to relax. It felt even longer before she lifted her head of golden curls to gaze at him in wide-eyed terror. “Daddy, I– I made snow with–with my hands…” She hiccuped, pulling her arms from around his neck to gape at her dainty hands. “I'm–I’m a mage!”

Smiling warmly, Cullen pulled his scared little girl into another hug and pressed a tender kiss to her temple.

“Hi, mage. I’m dad.”

This Time

Evie Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford (NSFW - 840 words)

“Please, Cullen. Oh, please.” Evie cried out desperately as she laid across Cullen’s desk. Her legs were thrown over his shoulders while the Commander sat in his chair, his face buried between her thighs. He had been keeping her on the edge for over an hour now; his tongue sliding over her sopping folds, his lips wrapped around her throbbing clit, his fingers sinking into her dripping cunt. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

The first time it had been a thrill, being so close, nirvana within reach only to have him pull away completely; she had loved it. Then he built her back up slowly again; teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue, his fingertips circling her entrance, and when the end was in reach he stopped again. And again. And again. Evie was nothing but a quivering, babbling mess now; her entire body was vibrating, her skin was sparking with electricity. He had her close to the end again and if he didn’t let her fall over the edge this time she was sure wouldn’t survive it.

“This time, this time, please. This time…” A smirk tugged at Cullen’s lips hearing Evie’s incoherent ramblings. This was exactly what he had in mind when he invited her to his office for the afternoon; Evie splayed across his desk, wearing nothing from the waist down, reduced to a shaking, babbling mess while he sucked, and licked, and tasted her sweet quim.

“This time?” Cullen asked, his smile growing when a high-pitched whine sounded from deep in Evie’s throat; clearly not happy about the loss of his lips around her swollen clit. “You want to come this time, Evie?” He pressed his thumb into her clit, teasing the tip while two fingers slid in and out of her entrance.

“Yes, yes. This time. Please.” Evie rocked her hips into his hand, trying desperately to bring about her orgasm before he denied it once more.

“And what do I get if I let you come?”

“Anything. Oh Cullen, anything. Please.” Her hands gripped the edge of the desk behind her, pushing her whole body along the wood surface. She was there, if he would just press his thumb a little harder, rub her just a little faster she would tumble over.

“I’ll hold you to that promise.” Cullen warned as he dipped his head and wrapped his lips around her clit once more. He sucked the swollen nub hard and crooked his fingers inside her quivering entrance. A satisfied grin pulled at Cullen’s lips as Evie’s back arched up off the desk and her thighs clamped down around his head. He growled into her core, sending a jolt of electric pleasure up her spine as one of her hands flew to her mouth to stifle her screams; he wanted to pull her hand from it’s place and hear her, listen to her cry his name as she fell apart on his tongue.

After a moment she collapsed back onto the desk, sated and spent but he didn’t stop; he kept his lips firmly in place, suckling her clit while she thrashed under him. Another growl rumbled in his chest when her hands came down and tried to push his head away, begging him to stop, whimpering that she couldn’t take anymore, that she had had enough. He would decide when she had had enough, not her.

Another orgasm washed over Evie, followed by another, and another. Every muscle in her body ached as Cullen devoured her; his lips and tongue torturing her in the sweetest way possible. It wasn’t until her voice was raw, her body was on fire, and her skin was soaked in sweat that he finally relented.

She didn’t know how long she lay in a boneless heap on Cullen’s desk, completely sated and devoid of thought or feeling before Cullen lifted her from the surface. She didn’t even have the energy to ask where he was taking her; for all she knew he was going to carry her through Skyhold half-naked and in that moment she couldn’t care less.

Cullen gingerly laid Evie out on the nest of blankets he had laid out for them on his office floor. He quickly kicked off his boots before kneeling beside her and began buttoning her tunic, chuckling when she tried to bat his hands away telling him she couldn’t take anymore.

“Go to sleep, Evie.” He whispered gently while pulling her tunic over her head.

Evie nodded, murmuring an “I love you” before settling into the pile of blankets and drifting off into a deep sleep. Once she was settled, Cullen slid down beside her and pulled her into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and whispered an “I love you” into her hair before settling in to wait for her to wake. After all, she had promised she would do anything for him and he was going to hold her to that promise.

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Like This

Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan 642 words

Throbbing, aching, scorching. The sensation burns through every inch of his being, making him forget every feeling before it was there. A groan slips past his lips unbidden as his head lulls back. He can’t keep his eyes open anymore. His fingers dig into the edge of the cooper tub, knuckles turning white as he sinks further into the warm water. It’s just too much.

“Evie…” Her name is always on his lips when he’s like this. There isn’t a single name he could imagine murmuring. Especially not when he’s in her quarters, soaking in her bath tub, surrounded by her lingering scent and her all encompassing presence. He would give anything to actually have her with him in this moment.

“Evie…” A shudder wracks his body as he whispers her name, a hushed prayer for her to return to him. He needs her.

“Cullen…” She’s there. Kneeling behind him on the floor outside of the tub. Her warm lips on his neck, her soft hand caressing his water-slick chest, her calming aura enveloping him completely. His prayers have been answered.

He wants to open his eyes to gaze upon her beauty but he can’t; his lids are unwilling to move. He tries to lift his head so he can nuzzle her neck but it feels impossible; his head is too heavy. He starts to raise his hand to touch any part of her but she stops him; her fingers enveloping his and keeping it in place.

“You’re really back.” It’s framed as a declaration but it’s really a question. He can’t be sure her presence isn’t a dream. Not when he’s like this.

“I’m really here. It’s me.” Her voice is hushed, barely a whisper against his ear. Her hand stills on his chest before she wraps her arm around his middle. She rests her temple against his and they sigh in unison.

“Join me.” His voice is rough, catching in his throat. He needs her more than anything in this moment. She is the air in his lungs, the blood in his veins, the light in his darkness; she is everything.

Her arm encircling his chest tightens, her fingers intertwined with his begin caressing his skin, her head lowers from his temple to lay tender kisses on his shoulder. She stays silent for a moment as she holds him, loves him, cares for him.

“Not when you’re like this.” He nods the barest amount as he listens to her whispered words. He understands completely. In truth, it’s a bit of a relief. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Her lips brush the damp skin of his shoulder as she speaks; a feeling that would cloud his mind with lust under any other circumstance. But not when he’s like this.

A small, anguished smile tugs at his lips and he nods again. “Stay here with me. Just like this.” He releases his vice-like grip on the edge of the tub and wraps his free hand around her arm, holding her place. He needs her.

Throbbing, aching, scorching. The sensation burns through every inch of his being, making him forget every feeling before it was there. His entire head throbs with every heartbeat. His neck and shoulders ache no matter what position they’re in. A scorching heat burns his eyes even with them closed against the light. It’s just too much.

“Evie…” His voice his pained, pleading. He just wants his suffering to stop.

“Cullen…” Her voice is gentle, understanding. She just wants to take his agony away.

“Please don’t leave. I need you.” He tightens his hold on her hand and arm, anchoring her in place.

She presses herself closer to the back of the tub, cradling him in the circle of her arms. “I’m here for you. Always.”

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Evie refers to Cullen simply as “husband” when she’s angry with him because it sounds so cold and formal to her. Cullen has never told her but he adores the moniker because “yes, I am your husband and I’m damn proud of it too.” The addition of “husband” to any of her statements usually puts an end to the fight because Cullen becomes very affectionate hearing the reminder and Evie believes he’s being properly contrite.

Good Dreams, Great Mornings

Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan (NSFW/Fluff - 1474 words)

Cullen’s lewd grunts were barely audible over the sound of Evie’s uninhibited cries. Even with his hand over her mouth her wanton moans and desperate keening was echoing off the stone walls.

This had been her idea. She was the one who dragged him into the alcove off of the great hall. She was the one who turned to face the stone wall. She was the one who dropped her trousers and smalls to her ankles. She was the one placed her hands on the wall, thrust her bare bottom toward him, looked over her shoulder and whimpered “please”

How was he supposed to say no when she did such things? How was he supposed to resist her when she went from unassuming to unabashed before his very eyes? He was only a man. No man could withstand such a bounty being offered to him.

But she knew all of this. She knew that he would pin her hands to the wall and shove his fingers between her legs. That he would use his free hand to massage his cock to full attention while he stroked her dewy petals. That he would sink his teeth into the junction of her neck while he lined his throbbing cock up with her fluttering quim. That he would slip into her slowly, gently for the simple fact that he knew that wasn’t what she wanted. That he would keep a tight grip on her hip so she couldn’t push herself onto him harder. That he would wait until she was begging him for more before he would finally slam into her. That he would press his body to hers, pinning her to the wall as he thrust into her with all his strength. She knew his actions as well as he knew her needs.

And now she couldn’t even keep quiet long enough for them to finish? Did she want to be caught? Their hiding place was not that well hidden, anyone walking by could hear her. If someone came to investigate the obscene sounds they were making, they would get quite the show; her writhing body pinned to the wall by his, her head tilted back onto his armoured shoulder, his hand over her mouth, his flushed face buried in her neck, his hips thrusting forward while hers thrust back. How many times did they need to be caught with their pants literally down before she would learn to keep quiet?

Cullen released his mouth’s hold on Evie’s heated flesh gently, leaving a tender kiss over the bruising bit he had left. Nuzzling past her hair, he pressed his scarred lips to her ear to rasped gruffly to her. “Do you want me to stop?”

Evie shook her head ardently while giving Cullen a muffled reply from under his hand. Cullen exhaled a gasping laugh before he took his hand from over Evie’s mouth. “What did you say, love?”

“It’s time to wake up, Cullen…” Evie’s voice was barely a whisper, a distant hum in the back of his mind. It took Cullen a moment to register her words but when he did his brow furrowed in confusion. “Wake up, love…” She murmured louder now. “I need you to open your eyes for me…”

As Evie purred her nonsensical requests, everything around Cullen began to disappear. Her trembling body under his hands became intangible, the wall she was pinned to crumbled before his eyes, the floor below their feet dropped out from under him and suddenly he was falling.

He didn’t stop tumbling until he felt a soft surface under his back. His disorientation increased when he tried to take in his new surroundings only to realise his eyes were closed. He didn’t remember shutting them. What in the name of Andraste was happening?

“Mmmm… Wake up, Cullen… Please…”

Cullen’s eyes snapped open. Turning his head side to side on his pillow, he assessed his new location. Or rather, old location. He stared bleary eyed at the walls of his loft, his mind sleep and lust addled. Why couldn’t he have stayed in his dream for just a little longer? It had felt so real. It was like his aching length had actually been buried deep inside Evie’s quivering heat. He could still feel her slick, velvet walls fluttering around him now.

“Hmm… It’s about time…” Evie’s breathy sigh brought Cullen from his silent mourning. He shifted his sleepy eyes from the wall beside his bed to the woman straddling his lap. He inhaled a sharp breath through his teeth as he took in the sight of Evie perched upon him. His tunic covering her body had slipped down her arm to reveal one of her freckled shoulders. The material pooled at her lap hid where their bodies were joined. However, every time she lifted herself up, Cullen caught a glimpse of his rigid length disappearing behind a curtain of soaking, scarlet curls.

His eyes shifted back to her face when Evie began to speak again. “I thought-” A soft gasp interrupted her words as she curled her hips back. “I thought you were going to- to finish in your sleep.”

Cullen’s eyes rolled back and a groan rumbled in his chest as Evie rocked gently in his lap. If this wasn’t the best way to be woken in the morning, he didn’t know what was. After a second of revelling in the feeling of Evie’s undulating body, Cullen shook his head. “I’m glad, ah, I’m glad you woke me.” He grunted while thrusting his hips up lightly. “I’d rather be- be here with the real you.”

An almost shy smile tugged at the corners of Evie’s lips as she continued slowly gyrating her hips over Cullen’s. Her exquisite heat squeezed his throbbing length perfectly, wringing muted groans from deep in his throat. Lifting his hands from the mattress, Cullen blindly gripped Evie’s hips to aid her in riding him toward their blissful ends. They moved together in tandem. Every time Evie raised her hips, Cullen would use the strength of his arms to lift her. Every time she started to lower herself, Cullen would thrust upward to rejoin their bodies that much sooner.

The air around them was filled with nothing but the sounds of their hushed moans and the gentle creaking of the bed frame beneath their bodies. With deliberate movements, Evie bent forward until her ample breasts was pressed tightly to Cullen’s chiseled pecs. Resting her forearms on the mattress to frame Cullen’s head, Evie began lightly combing her fingers through his tousled hair. Cullen hummed blissfully as Evie scratched her fingernails over his scalp, basking in her tender touch.

Finally, Cullen reopened his eyes to peer up at his one true love. When their eyes met, they gazed adoringly at each other; warm amber and vibrant emerald reflecting more love than any amount of words could describe. With their eyes locked and twin revering smiles adorning their lips, Evie closed the small gap between their mouths. As their lips met their eyes slipped shut once more. They both concentrated on pouring every ounce of devotion they felt for the other into the joining of their lips and the movement of their tongues.

With every part of their beings from their bodies to their souls joined as one, they tumbled over the edge in unison. Their bodies shook as they continued to rock their hips at a leisurely pace, neither wanting their time together to be over just yet. But all good things must end eventually. Their rolling hips and tangled tongues slowed until they came to a stop.

Evie was the first to pull away from their kiss, lifting her head the barest amount to smile down at her commander. Cullen returned her loving smile with a lopsided grin of his own while, his eyes sparkling as they met Evie’s. He slid his hands up from her hips to wrap her in his tight embrace. Evie lowered her head back down, sliding her delicate cheek along his rough one to bury her face in the side of Cullen’s neck, sighing happily into his warm skin.

A beaming smile brightened Cullen’s tired features as he tightened his grip on Evie’s body. A contented hum buzzed on his lips as Evie continued to rake her fingers through his blonde curls tenderly. Turning his face into the side of Evie’s head, Cullen showered her cheek and temple with tender kisses before turning his head to stare out of the hole in his ceiling. A peaceful, comforting aura settled around them as they laid with their bodies still joined as one.

“Mmmm…. morning, Cullen.” Evie murmured softly before planting a gentle kiss on his pulse point.

Cullen pressed his temple to Evie’s, his smiling lips resting at her ear. “Good morning, Evie.”

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pillow fort

Cullen arrived in the Inquisitor’s quarters just as the sun was disappearing behind the Frostback Mountains. It was a rare evening that allowed him enough freedom to visit his love while she was within Skyhold’s walls and he intended to use every moment of it.

He stood in the center of the grand room, facing the hearth, searching for the object of his desire. She was nowhere to be seen. The room seemed to be completely empty. Disappointment tinged with a hint of frustration pulled a heavy sigh from the commander as he turned to leave the room and search for his wayward lover.

However, before he could take a second step toward the stairs something caught his eye. The Inquisitor’s bed had been at his back so he hadn’t noticed at first. It had been striped bare. Not a single pillow, sheet, or duvet remained atop the feather mattress. It was quite a feat given the Inquisitor’s love of comfort and her insistence of having far more bedding than all the citizens of Thedas combined would ever need, even when she slept alone. If Cullen didn’t know any better, he would assume Skyhold’s staff had taken the bedding to be laundered. But that was always done in the morning to ensure fresh sheets for the night that followed.

What in the name of the Maker was going on?

A playful giggle pulled his attention and answered his question in a span of a second. The Inquisitor was peering down at him from the storage space that overlooked her quarters. Her round cheeks were pressed against the wooden posts she had her face stuck between. Her smile was as bright as the sun after a rainstorm. She was simply the most breathtaking woman he had ever had the pleasure of looking upon.

“May I ask what you might be doing up there?” he called out.

In lieu of a proper answer, she snaked her arm between the banister posts and pointed to the open door by her wardrobe. “Come up and see.”

With a shake of his head and a soft chuckle, Cullen did as he was ordered. When he arrived at the top of the ladder housed within the closet, his amusement only increased. Sitting on her duvet in the middle of a makeshift tent made from her sheets and pillows was his lover, looking as happy as can be.

“I see you had quite the productive day,” he drawled out from his spot leaning against the banister.

“I would say so,” she agreed before motioning to the silk roof of her new home. “I had to fix the placement several times. I’m afraid I don’t have a great deal of experience building tents, not matter the materials. Survival training was not an elective in the Circle.”

Despite her earnest expression as she explained her lack of skill, Cullen couldn’t stop himself from laughing openly. Not only did she seem to be quite put out by the fact that the Circle had never taught her to build a tent, she was clearly proud of what she had managed to accomplish despite her lack of training. Her enthusiasm was endearing. And one of the many, many reasons he loved her so.

Unfortunately, she didn’t find his laughter amusing. Cullen was leveled with a good frown from his sweet Inquisitor. It was a look she rarely gave to anyone, let alone him, and its appearance could only mean one thing, even if she would never admit it. He had hurt her feelings.

Quick as can be, Cullen forced a stoic expression and took a seat beside his lover. Before she could offer any protest, he leaned over and planted a tender kiss on her chubby cheek. “It’s quite the tent, love,” he conceded. Her beaming smile was all the reward he needed. However, he wasn’t going to turn down more.

She threw her arms around his neck and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. When she began to pull away, Cullen took control. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deep, possessive kiss. Despite her demure nature, she refused to surrender to him and instead became every bit the aggressor. There was no struggle to be had when she began to lay back, pulling him down with her. Their lips remained locked together as they moved, neither one of them wanting the kiss to ever end.

Unfortunately, the choice was taken from their control a scant second before she was settled on her back with Cullen covering her soft curves completely. It took the two impassioned lovers a full minute to realize what had happened and another minute before they finally relented to deal with the problem.

Cullen was the first to pull away but, unlike usual, she didn’t chase his lips. He braced himself on his elbows and peered down at the flushed beauty laying beneath him. Her amused giggle filled the air around them and warmed Cullen’s heart.

“I suppose I may need to practice more before my tents will be structurally sound,” she admitted with a light-hearted laugh. Lifting her hands from Cullen’s neck, she reached behind him and attempted to push away the sheets they were now trapped under.

“I’d be happy to assist,” he assured her. Reaching behind his head, he took hold of the sheets and tore them away in one smooth motion. Then he leaned down and nibbled the sweet skin of her neck. “But only after we’ve finished here.”

She nodded fervently, a soft moan escaping from between her full lips. “Of course. One project at a time.”

Cullen grinned against the sensitive skin just below her earlobe. “One project at a time.”

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Insecurity

Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan (1548 words)

Evie stared at her reflection in the full length mirror before her. For the first time in her life she stood in front of the polished glass not to ensure her hair or clothing was in place, or that her jacket didn’t have a stain on it, but to examine herself. To truly look at her body and see it for what it was: unappealing.

Nimble fingers made quick word of the delicate clasps holding her jacket shut, allowing Evie to slip the violet silk and black suede from her shoulders to fall onto the floor at her feet. Next came her thin cotton tunic, leaving her in nothing but her breast band and trousers. At first she only gazed at herself, her eyes drifting slowly over her exposed flesh, but soon her hands joined in her scrutiny. There was no hesitation in where her fingertips would prod first. She pinched and pulled at the layer of flesh covering her stomach, watching with a slight grimace as the excess skin and fat snapped back into place whenever she let go.

Her body had never been a concern to Evie. No one had ever made mention of her thick thighs, her wide-set hips, or the extra flesh that blanketed her stomach. At least, not directly to her. She had never found a reason to judge her body in an unfavourable manner, or any manner at all. Surely it was what was in one’s mind and heart that mattered, not the shape or size of their flesh. But an hour earlier she found herself standing in the courtyard wondering if perhaps she had been wrong all this time.

It had been Cullen’s laughter that pulled her attention. She had only ever heard such a carefree and jubilant sound from him when they were alone. Scanning the yard, she found him standing in the shadow of the Herald’s Rest and he wasn’t alone. Evie had thought nothing of the lithe elven woman smiling and laughing with her commander, just another soldier or scout. But as she neared a duo of laughing soldiers her thoughts changed.

“Commander’s got another one. They just throw themselves at him. Lucky bastard.”

“Poor girl. Probably doesn’t know he’s spoken for. He’ll let her down easy, I hope.”

“I don’t know. If I were him I wouldn’t let her down too easy, if you catch my meaning.”

“You’re a real dog. Commander’s with the Inquisitor. And unless you’re blind and stupider than I thought, she’s more than enough woman for any man.”

“Pfft. Yeah, more than enough. That’s for sure.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing… I’m just saying, if you like your ladies… pleasantly plump than she’s fine, I guess. But I’ll take a fit little thing like that one over there any day of the week. And I bet our commander would too.”

“You really are a piece of work. I oughta show you–“

The soldiers’ conversation cut out after that. Evie’s ears rang like Chantry bells and she found herself scanning the svelte lines of elven woman’s body: lean thighs joined with slender hips that tapered into a perfectly slim waist. Evie had never thought of or even truly noticed a difference between her body and that of some of the women around her. But now that she had, she could understand why someone would prefer such a compact frame over her own. Why Cullen would prefer it.

Evie had very nearly tripped over her own boots in her haste to exit the yard, unable to watch the only man she ever loved seem to flirt with another, more appealing woman. Racing through the main hall, she had kept her eyes trained on the flagstone, unable to bear the sight of anyone looking at her. She had dashed to her quarters as quickly as she could, wishing to hide from the truth. But when she arrived, she had gone directly to her mirror. And now she stood before it, studying her body, judging it, admonishing herself for her overindulgence. Telling herself that Cullen would be happier with the pretty little elven woman he had been speaking with – flirting with – in the courtyard.

“Maker, how I envy your mirror.” Evie’s eyes snapped from her much hated reflection to find the image of Cullen standing behind her. She hadn’t heard him enter and didn’t know how long he had been standing there, looking at her, gazing upon her unsightly frame. He held a lazy grin on his plush lips while his amber eyes skimmed over her exposed body. She could only assume his smile was a small act of charity.

“My mirror?” Evie asked, forcing a laugh past her lips. “I’ve never heard of anyone being jealous of a mirror.” Bending over, she snatched her tunic from the floor and held the tangled cotton over herself while fighting to unravel the sleeves.

“You don’t hide from your mirror like you do from me.” Cullen murmured, now standing directly behind Evie. He snaked his arms around her waist, settling them onto her bare waist. She froze under his gentle touch, fighting the urge to push him away. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he tilted his head to the side to lay his temple against hers. Without having to look up, Evie could feel the weight of his gaze traversing the curves that she was criticizing only moments before. “You bare yourself to it without any worry for how long it stares back. I wish I could be afforded the same privilege.”

Lifting her gaze from the tunic clutched to her chest, Evie met Cullen’s eyes in the mirror. She had thought she would find humour in his gaze, but peering into his warm and loving eyes, she realised he was speaking in complete earnest.

Shaking her head, Evie turned quickly in Cullen’s embrace. “I don't–“

“You do.” Cullen argued kindly before she could finish her denial. With his hand still holding her waist, he began to massage slow circles along her chubby stomach. Any other day she would melt into his touch, even chasing after it if he dared to stop, but today Evie found herself pulling her stomach into herself to make it seem smaller than it was. “You might not realise you’re doing it, but you hide from me. You’re doing it right now.” He nodded pointedly toward the cotton she covered herself with. Sliding his hands around the front of her stomach, Cullen took hold of the tunic and gave it a gentle tug. “You don’t need to hide from me, Evie.”

For just a moment, Evie tightened her grip in an effort to keep her body hidden from him, from herself. But when he leaned down and captured her full lips in a slow, sensual kiss her grip faltered. The tunic was pulled from her hands and away from her body for Cullen to toss across the room. At the same moment, she curled her fingers around the base of his neck, pulling him closer to herself selfishly.

Standing before him in only her breast band and trousers, Evie began to shift uncomfortably. She had never felt such disquiet with Cullen before. There had been times when she had tried to cover herself while with him as he had pointed out, but that had been from simple bashfulness and inexperience. She had never once felt as though she was unworthy of his touch, his love. But now, even as their lips and tongues moved together with such passion she could not silence a voice that shouted in her mind that she was undeserving of him. That he would be happier with another woman, a more beautiful woman, a thinner woman.

The voice screamed and screamed, drowning out all other thought and feeling. It mocked her as Cullen broke away from their kiss. It admonished her as he smiled down at her lovingly. It laughed at her when he lowered himself to his knees before her. When he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into the almost imperceivable plumpness of her stomach, it reminded her that he was only being kind.

The bully that only she could hear continued on, seeming as though it would not stop until Evie had accepted the truth of herself and Cullen’s placation of her. She trembled helplessly under Cullen’s exploring hands, squirming self-consciously as he traced the ample curves of her waist, hips, and thighs. Tears began to well up in her emerald eyes, threatening to spill down her freckled cheeks when he gave her hips a soft squeeze and chuckled in a playful manner. Just as she was ready to push him away and tell him to go, free him from his perceived obligation to her, it all stopped. The voice fell silent, her body ceased its shaking, and her tears receded.

Cullen nuzzled the soft flesh of her stomach between kiss after tender kiss. He held her tightly in his arms, almost as though he could read her thoughts and knew she was about to flee from him. Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he peered into Evie’s unsure gaze with such open adoration and reverence that she found herself breathless.

“Maker’s breath, but you are so beautiful.”

Take Charge

Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan NSFW -  4527 Words AO3 Link

Cullen stood over the war table staring at the map. They had lost contact with a squadron in the Exalted Plains nearly a week ago and he was starting to believe they had been lost for good. It had been his fault; he was the one who suggested them to go on the mission. He had thought the Freemen of the Dales had been taken care of, the mission should have been easy. Now they were missing and he would have to inform their families they had been lost to the Inquisition’s cause, to his negligence.

“You need to take a break.” Cullen lifted his head slowly when a soft voice rang out from the doorway. Evie stood in the threshold of the monk’s door, a worried expression etched across her delicate features.

Cullen shook his head the barest amount before returning his focus to the map before him. “There’s no time.” He stated curtly as he bent forward to lean heavily on the surface of the war table. “This is my fault. I need to find them.”

Evie heaved an exasperated sigh which Cullen ignored. She didn’t understand. She wasn’t the one who ordered them out there. She wasn’t the one who put their lives at risk. She may be the Inquisitor but he was the commander. She chooses the missions but he chooses the soldiers to carry them out. He sent these men and women to their deaths, not her.

“Do you really think you’ll find them staring at the map?” She asked, now standing to his left. Cullen had been so lost in thought he didn’t hear her approach.

“No, but perhaps-”

“Perhaps nothing.” Evie interrupted kindly. “You need a break. You’ve been standing here all day.” She lifted her hand as she spoke, ready to comfort her commander.

When her hand landed on Cullen’s shoulder he shook her off instantly. He didn’t want her comfort, he wanted to find the troops he had lost. “I don’t have time for this, Evie!” He shouted keeping his eyes trained on the map and not seeing the way she had recoiled slightly. “You’re distracting me.” He grumbled.

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First Kiss

Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan (Fluff - 1187 words)

Evie stood on the battlements with her back pressed to the cool stone and Cullen’s warm body against her front. Her heart was beating rapidly against her ribs and the butterflies in her stomach were threatening to carry her away. Her mind raced wildly as Cullen’s hands settled on her hips – she couldn’t believe this was happening – then Cullen began to close the space between their lips and she couldn’t breathe.

She was light-headed and thought she would pass out which had nothing to do with her lack of air. They were about to have their first kiss, she was about to have her first kiss. Ever. No one had ever wanted to kiss her before. Her fellow mages in the Circle barely spoke to her, the noblemen away from the Circle wouldn’t give her a second glance – she was a mage, not marriage material – and the Templars? Well, Evie knew the rules. The Templars were off limits. Even if she did have a few crushes and fantasies over the years while growing up in the Circle.

Evie Trevelyan, twenty-two years old, never been kissed. However, Cullen was about to change that.

Evie’s eyes darted all over Cullen’s face as he continued to lean into her, unsure where she should look. His lips seemed like the logical place, but every time her eyes settled on the scarred pout a scorching heat pooled low in her belly that had her feeling even more bashful than she already was. Looking at his nose seemed silly, even if she thought it was the most adorable nose she had ever seen. Finally, his eyes were closed, the lids obstructing her view of the warm amber pools she could get lost in and frequently did.

She was beginning to think that perhaps she should close her eyes as well. If that was what Cullen was doing than shouldn’t she follow suit? He would know better than her, having more experience in these matters. At least, that’s what Evie had assumed, but she had never actually asked him. What if he was just as inexperienced and nervous as she was? Evie’s eyes widened even further at the thought, wishing she knew exactly what Cullen was thinking at that moment.

The space between their lips was growing ever smaller now. His nose was sliding along the side of hers. Just a few more millimetres and it would happen. Her very first kiss. Evie’s eyes slipped shut on their own volition just as Cullen’s lips were about to touch hers, but then a voice rang out and Cullen pulled away. Evie’s heart sank into her stomach and she felt cold without Cullen’s body wrapped around hers.

Evie dropped her gaze to the stone beneath her boots, desperately willing the burning in her cheeks to vanish. Her heart was beating so loudly in her ears that she couldn’t hear Cullen’s or the intruder’s voices. She couldn’t bring herself to look, either; she knew her face was bright red. She would rather hide behind her matching hair than have to face any more embarrassment. It was hard enough to know that someone had likely seen her blundering over a simple kiss, knowing who it was wouldn’t make that any better. However, she was curious.

Steeling herself, Evie glanced over to Cullen and the intruder. Her eyes met Jim’s from over Cullen’s shoulder and she quickly looked away again. She lifted her hand to her cheek, hoping Jim hadn’t noticed the flush in them. Cullen must be needed somewhere; perhaps she should just go. She could slip away without notice, but what would Cullen think if she did? It couldn’t be any worse than what he must have thought after the other embarrassing things she had done in front of him.

With her decision to flee made, Evie’s focus returned just in time for her to hear Jim stammer out an apology. She watched helplessly as he backed away from Cullen before turning tail and all but running from the pair.

Evie was alone with Cullen again. Her mind began screaming for her to run; it was the smart thing to do. They were both too busy for something like this. There would always be something or someone who needed their attention more. She was only going to get her heart broken and possibly his at the same time. She didn’t want to hurt him.

Cullen turned to face her again, taking her option to flee away. She would have to give him an out. She didn’t want him to think he had to stay if there was a more pressing issue that required his attention; even if she did want him to stay more than anything in all of Thedas

“Cullen, if you have to-“ Evie’s words died on Cullen’s lips.

Cullen held her cheeks gently in his hands as he pressed an insistent kiss to Evie’s lips. She was lost, floating in a euphoric bliss. The feeling of his stubble rubbing her chin, his nose resting against the side of her own, and his lips, oh Maker his lips; so soft, warm, and wet as they moved along her own. Kissing Cullen was beyond perfection. A whimper escaped her before she could stop it and she could feel Cullen’s lips curl up at the corners.

With Cullen’s hands on her cheeks, Evie found herself trying to figure out what to do with her own. Should she be cupping his cheeks as well? Maybe place them on his shoulders? Or perhaps over his on her cheeks? Before she could decide, Cullen pulled her closer to him. She was pressed tightly to his chest now, the feeling of his body on hers making her shake. Evie whimpered again and quickly grabbed on the soft fabric covering Cullen’s waist to keep her trembling legs from buckling.

Just as Evie was starting to relax and enjoy her first kiss, Cullen pulled back the barest amount. He averted his gaze for a second, blushing just as much as Evie had been, before he lifted his eyes to hers once more. “I’m sorry. That was um, really nice…”

“You don’t regret it, do you?” The question tumbled from her lips before she could stop it, but she needed to know. He said he was sorry, being sorry must mean he thinks he’s made a mistake.

Cullen’s brows shot up. “No!” He gasped before his expression softened and a small smirk formed on his lips. “No. Not at all.”

Cullen leaned back in for another kiss, but this time Evie was ready. She lifted her hand, threading her fingers through the curls on the back of Cullen’s head; she didn’t want him pulling away again. It didn’t matter that there was very little time, or that something or someone would always need them more, she never wanted him to stop. She wanted to live and die in this kiss, his kiss and no other.

Cullen was Evie’s very first kiss and she knew from the moment their lips touched that she wanted him to be her last.

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