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Blueberries

This is what happens when I eat blueberries and see my purple lips in the mirror and suddenly find myself wishing Cullen could kiss it away...

Cullen’s thumb moving along her bottom lip - not yet painted blood red. It made her feel as though she was stood in front of him naked, and yet he didn’t mind, still letting his thumb touch her lip. She had to fight the urge not to purse her lips and kiss his thumb; not to let her desires get the better of her.

If this was the aftermath of eating blueberries... then Luthien would eat blueberries every minute of the hour.

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Spring time had finally arrived at Skyhold. Birds were flying overhead, making little nests in the trees of the courtyard and in the various attics, high up in the towers of the magnificent castle.

Their chirps woke Inquisitor Luthien Lavellan up each morning now, and it made her smile. It reminded her of home - of her time sleeping under the starlit skies with her clan.

With spring, though, came not only birds and warmer winds, but also berries. Luthien always made sure to spare some time for berry picking in the mornings before the daily war table meetings. Of course there was no forest nearby that would give her the chance to go properly picking those juicy little things, but the courtyard were filled with surprisingly many bushes of various sorts. And Luthien had been quick to see that some of these were berry bushes.

During one of these mornings, Luthien found herself not to be alone. This was odd, because the castle didn’t dully wake up until an hour later. Of course there would be servants already at work, and some guards sleepily making their way through the last hour or two of their night shifts, and the occasional Cole watching her in his normal, crouched fashion - peeking at her from under his large hat. But no one else would usually be present. That morning, Cullen was.

He had appeared quite suddenly, standing a little ways away from her. Her elven ears had picked up on the clang of his armour with each footstep he took, recognizing it without having needed to glance his way... she would recognize his footsteps anywhere, with or without that armour on.

But he had not approached her. He had just... stayed. And watched. A bit like Cole would, though... with a less creepy “why would you be picking their babies” look on his face. Instead... he looked enamored, golden eyes watching her every move, her every flick of the wrist as she picked and picked and picked.

Until she couldn’t take it anymore - too hot and bothered to be able to be watched by this man. So, holding her little basket of blueberries, Luthien stood and approached him. For some reason, Cullen seemed taken aback, as though he had been stealthy and she shouldn't have noticed his presence. Without a word, Luthien held out the basket to him.

He blinked.

A soft giggle passed her lips. They weren’t painted blood red as usual, having not spent time on getting ready for the day yet. She was just there before him, wearing her nightgown and a robe over it, hair still braided back, slightly tousled and messy from a good night’s sleep.

Green eyes blinked up at him: “Do you want to try some, Commander?”

“I...”

Whatever words he wanted to say faded away either from his lips or his mind. She noted this happened after he looked back at her. And much to her surprise, a gloved hand reached out and grasped the basket she was holding. His hand had brushed against hers, and her fingers tightened its hold on the braided twigs of the handle. She wished his hand hadn’t missed...

“I would love to,” he finally said, his free hand dipping down into the basket’s content.

As he ate some, Luthien found herself staring at his lips movement. In order to distract herself, she quickly dipped her hand into the basket too and filled her mouth with some berries.

There was a silence as the two munched away. Neither were uncomfortable, but both were glancing down at the others’ lips continuously.

“You...” Cullen swallowed and pointed at her. She blinked in confusion. “You have some...”

Tilting her head, Luthien remained staring at him in confusion.

“You have some...” Though he seemed unable to speak the words. Placing the end of his glove between his teeth, he slid his hand out. The glove fell to the grass by their feet. Naked fingers reached out to her lips.

And upon the touch, both let go of the basket. It too fell down, spreading blueberries everywhere - though neither noticed.

Both stared as Cullen cupped her cheek, letting his thumb brush along her bottom lip so slowly it turned sensual. Luthien had to fight the urge to purse her lips and kiss his thumb. “Your lip is purple...” They almost looked terrified as they stared, their breaths hitching as though a single exhale would blow this fragile moment away. Luthien was worried this moment would end too soon, and Cullen was worried she would flinch away.

And perhaps she would have, had this been any other man.

“Blueberries do that...” she breathed, completely lost in the feeling of his touch.

“Do I have it?” he asked, urging her to glance down at his lips. The shift of her gaze made his hand shift, almost holding a tighter grip.

“Not yet...” she whispered.

“A-Are you asking me for a kiss?” he breathed.

She didn’t say anything. She had, but if he had thought she had meant the blueberries, she wouldn’t have said any different either. She was just relieved he had caught on.

When he captured her lips, the kiss felt sweet. Sweet because of the taste of blueberries, and sweet because of his ever so gentle nature. Her hand grasped his wrist, holding it steady against her cheek and loving the feeling of being completely engulfed in Cullen when he placed his other hand carefully on her waist.

They stopped the kiss whilst their lips were still against each other, pulling away so slowly it felt like neither were. Their breaths still entangled, both stared at each other, staying in that position.

“I come here every morning...” breathed Luthien against his lips.

“Then I shall be here every morning too...”

Luthien smiled. Spring was a time for new beginnings, as the birds building nests showed. The prospect of a morning kiss every day was a new beginning for them...

And standing there, still in the aftermath of their first morning kiss, both already longed for their next one.

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