Since today is the International Kissing Day, I did the headcanons for friendly kisses in another post. There we go with the romantic ones, instead.
Demetra Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford
He always lingers a little more than usual on her lips, when she’s ready to leave Skyhold. Their bodies are already picking different directions - she has a party that is waiting for her to go through a new mission, he has his duties to attend and a keep to defend.
But his lips stay on her owns a bit longer, gently, as one of his hands caresses her cheek. She opens her eyes slowly, a “See you soon” written there but not spoken. There’s no need for it. They have already told their goodbyes while he helped her to wear her armor. And maybe he has stolen a kiss or two, pressing his mouth against hers with devotion and a hint of fear.
Demetra’s clearly prefers other types of kisses, however, his “Welcome back!” ones.
Cullen is a kind man, but a passionate lover and his kisses are devouring, firm, hard. He demands all of her and gives back the same and nothing less. One of his hands on her soft cheek - the gloves discarded on the floor - the other grabbing her waist, he leans over her and they breathe together. When his tongue begs for permission, she gladly opens her mouth. He makes her back arch and steals her very soul.
After their love making, once that Cullen's sure Demetra’s truly there and safe, he kisses her skin inch after inch, scraping with his stubble against her flushed body, and repeating the motion with a smile just to hear her giggle again. He writes his love with velvet lips and playful nibbles on her flesh, secretly proud she’ll wear his marks under silk and satin. It’s their cherished secret.
He can’t kiss her when days are bad and all he wants it’s crawling to the storage room and choke with lyrium in his mouth. Shame and pain battle hard in his mind, biting his body merciless. He can just lay down, in a pool of cold sweat, and pray the Maker to give him the strength. The Maker usually answers in kind and sends her. Demetra arrives, passing a dump cloth drenched with an elfroot potion on his forehead - it makes his migraine slightly less unbearable. She forces him to drink, pushing fresh water or healing potions between his cracked lips, and after she just stays there. His skin can’t endure to be touched, so she simply sits next to him. Cullen knows she’s checking his breath, and he would like to reassure her that everything is going to be alright. But he can’t speak louder than the blue song. Finally, after hours as long as ages, he opens his eyes. She kisses away his tears, most of the time, and her lips against his are careful, while she murmurs reassurances and comforting words. He believes her when she says he’s doing well.
And then, there are the kisses he leaves on her lips when the life is bright and perfect, when she is his arms he can savor her presence, peppering her face with playful pecks. She jokingly scolds him, when he indulges on the tip of her nose, but she sighs happily as his lips press against hers.
She bites them slightly and makes him shudder pleasantly. They have gone through so much, he thinks tracing with lips and glances the lovely freckles on her nose. And yet, they’re still there, together and alive.
He kisses her with love and gratitude and hope and happiness. Those are Demetra’s favorite kisses.
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