KaitlynTrevelyan x Cullen Rutherford fluff (1114 words).
you said that you’d wanted to try something Orlesian, I’d hoped you’d meant a
new set of pastries.”
smiled through the butterflies in her stomach. She’d never seen Cullen wear
such ominous scowl before; his glare at the red silk draped around the center
of Val Royeaux would’ve lit it on fire had he been a mage.
just an enormous waste of cloth.”
you say that every time you come
every time,” he mumbled, cheeks gaining a pink hue. Cullen turned back to the
group of soldiers who had traveled with them. His voice grew louder as he
addressed them, “You all have your assignments. I expect everyone to be
finished with this glorified grocery run in the allotted time.” He paused,
glancing to Kaitlyn, before he added, “Though I might turn a blind eye to a few hours of leisure if some of those
chocolates we saw earlier made it onto my desk.”
rippled through the firm stances of the men and women, their cracked and worn
lips pulling up with their smiles.
waited for the soldiers to clear before strolling to Cullen’s side—or trying to
stroll, at any rate. Her knees were beginning to shake. “Determined to get your
pastries after all, Commander?”
will admit,” he whispered, leaning in and letting his fingers brush along the
back of her hand, “there are a few things
that the Orlesians aren’t completely terrible at.”
scandal!” Kaitlyn gasped in mock horror. “They won’t let you back into Ferelden
I’ll beg you to keep it a secret.”
smiled when his fingers twined with her own; a rare show of affection for such
a public setting. Her heart pounded in her chest when he stared at her. “I, um…”
Heat flared in her cheeks when he squeezed her fingers. “What I wanted to show
you was, uh…” His tongue ran along his bottom lip and she found her thoughts
scattering. She wanted him to kiss her again and again and then again like he
had that first time on the battlements. The softness of his lips. The languid
rub of his tongue. His sighs when she—
She blinked then turned away, sure her cheeks were red. She pressed her free
hand to her stomach, wondering if it would be coming up her throat or if her
knees would buckle or if something equally embarrassing would happen before she
reached the stairs. “U-up on the next floor, in that little garden area. That’s
where it is.”
you all right?”
I’m just a little warm is all,” she tried to laugh it off but the sound
strangled itself somewhere along the way. “Must be the heat. I’m so used to
course,” Cullen said. His face remained set but the wrinkles around his eyes betrayed
his smirk. Her lie would’ve gone over better if she hadn’t just returned from
well.” Kaitlyn kept a tight hold of his hand as she marched through the market
with him in tow.
if it was too much? Too fast? She’d
never really done anything like this before. Glancing back to him, she bit her
lip. The Circle hadn’t allowed many opportunities of romance; what if she was
going about this all wrong? What if the gesture seemed childish or naïve?
Maker. What if she scared him away?
you sure you’re all right?” The question was gentle, his voice a balm against
her fears. “You don’t appear well.”
squeezed his fingers, grateful he hadn’t worn gloves. She loved the feel of his
hands: rough with callouses, leathery from constant use, lined with fine scars.
She’d never seen hands like his before, not even among other Templars.
promise I’m all right.” She tugged him into the shaded alcove, heart hammering
harder than a blacksmith flattening out a blade. “I just wanted to show you
this.” She stopped beside one of the golden plaques strewn all over the city.
Her face burned and she lowered her head and watched him through her lashes.
The Lover’s Alcove
manners and station will not allow impassioned words, such corners are places to be seen not being seen. Entering with
a paramour is as much a declaration as dinging out in joy, which one of good
standing must never do. The alcove is
this a dignified means of announcing romantic affiliation, either for genuine
partnership, or to appear as such in order to spare a suitor a refusal. Dignity
of course requiring that one does not also
make use of the darkness for actual physical gratification.
remembered when she’d first found the plaque months ago. She’d laughed at the
idea at first, but now she watched Cullen’s eyes move down the engraving and
prayed instead. Prayed that he would accept the gesture or, at least, that his
rejection might be gentle.
this—?” He cleared his throat and the earlier pink began spreading to the tips
of his ears. “I mean, we’ve entered like
it says, and we entered together like
it says, and I’m fairly certain you’re not using me to refuse another suitor.”
screamed inwardly at his response. Was joking good or bad?
I’m not. U-using you, I mean.”
Andraste preserve me.
This had been a bad idea. This whole thing had been such a bad idea. “It’s
silly, I know. Let’s just forget it, shall we?” Kaitlyn forced a smile, heart
aching as she started to pull away.
not silly.” Cullen followed her, sweeping in until she was pressed against the
wall. Placing his other hand against the brick behind her, his body all but
blocked her from view of any curious onlookers. His gaze dropped to her lips
before returning to her eyes. “That plaque also
mentioned not using this place for ‘physical gratification.’”
swallowed hard, growing breathless under his intense stare. “I remember.”
the Orlesian way, at any rate.” His head dipped down; his breath ghosted across
smiled. “Thank the Maker that neither of us are Orlesian.”
chuckled even as he kissed her, his lips warm and eager. He released her hand
only to cup her cheek. Tilting his head to allow for a deeper kiss, his tongue
sent shivers down her spine with its thorough and unhurried search. He grinned
when she sighed his name, slowly pulling apart to rest his forehead to hers. His
thumb ran along her chin, his smile broadening enough that dimples appeared in
the sides of his blushing cheeks.
the Maker, indeed.”