For the DADWC: “You’re really scary sometimes, you know?”
Sorry for the late reply but here we go so "You're really scary, sometimes you know?" with Cullen and the Inquisitor. Hope you enjoy!
Your heart is beating heavy in your chest. It's only been a moment since you've locked lips with Cullen and you still can't breathe. Everything is furry and fuzzy and warm and confusing. You didn't just kiss the Commander of the Inquisition! No clearly you've just been dreaming. You go to move to do something to wake yourself from this moment but it's clear as daylight that it's happening.
Cullen pulls his face away from yours just slightly enough to bask in his moment. After all, he's earned it. You're fairly certain you're blushing. You can feel the heat rising above your chest into your shoulders up your ears. It's freezing cold outside but you're more than content. He clears his throat bringing you back to the moment, "that was really nice."
"Mhmm." You swallow slightly and looks back into his eyes. Deep pools of caramel swirling with hints of chocolate. His eyes seem so much softer at this moment, so much more alive. He leans in again for a second kiss when a sound catches his ears. You're fairly certain it's an Inquisition scout about to deliver some form of a report oblivious to the nature of what he's just bumped into. "Commander, I have that report from Sister Leliana you wanted. Right... Away... You said."
Cullen turns with the ferocity you've never seen before outside of battle. "What now?"
"Sir the the report." The scout looks over Cullen's shoulder and sees you. It's then some form of light clips on in the poor man's head and he realizes what he's bumped into. "I'll put it right on your desk. Sorry sir. Sorry."
As quickly as he's arrived, he skitters away. There's a looming presence from Cullen. Something darker that edges on the brim of animalistic. But almost as quickly as this looming presence has appeared. It disappears when he turns to face you. He returns back to his light hearted and softer side. He runs his hand through his curly hair and chuckle softly. "Sorry about that. Where were we?"
" You're really scary sometimes, you know?" It rolls off your tongue faster than you care to think. You'd thought the thought, but you never intended to speak it. Blushing again softly you turn your head to the wind, hoping the cool breeze will air out some of the heat rising again from your collar. There's a soft sound of padded boots and Cullen settles in behind you. "I do have to return to work, perhaps later?"
"Alright." It's all you can eke out. There's more so much more you wish to speak to him about, but this isn't the place. This isn't the time. So you let it go reveling in your moment of pure bliss. His lips are still seared against yours in your mind, the smell of his musk lingers in your brain. His hands about your waist his hand upon your face. It's all perfectly preserved in time. So is the quick snap to rage. You shiver at the thought of how quickly he can turn. There's a forbidden hunger, an urge to test how far that animalistic side goes. But that's for another time. Another place.
With pep in your step you head back to the main court. Josephine has a line of things to do and a list longer than she was tall. With a heavy sigh you take one long last look back to see the man you care about walking back to his quarters. Later definitely later.
