[ The implications of their conversation are enough to bring a shiver through his own frame, prickled flesh beneath thick sleeves and armor where it suddenly feels tight and uncomfortable. He can feel the curve of her frame mesh so perfectly against his own, her breath close enough to brush against his lips and he swallows something thickly. There are truly no bounds to the thoughts he has had, some tamer than others, but certainly thoughts that have caused brief guilt or shame. How can he stop himself, though? She is gorgeous, irresistible, her lips full and soft and he craves them each time he sees them. ]
[ It is in knowing that her thoughts are much like his own that he truly begins to shiver against her, anticipation bubbling in his belly like molten lava. Surely, he will burst any moment, where he is rather new to this form of conversation. ]
[ The hand at her jawline carefully leaves, fingers drifting down the side of her neck and the chord of her shoulder, tickling down her sides to meet the other so he might hold her closer. One last sideways glance confirms that their tent is properly shut, keen hearing makes certain that they are truly alone from the rest of their company. ]
[ Neria's request that he indulge on his thoughts has his smirk fading fast, and he clears his throat when he feels a deep flush overcome his features. There are many, much of them lewd and what he would find obscene, but he is only a man. A man who has not felt the touch of a woman in a long, long time. Surely her touch would mean far more than anyone else's, and it is something he has anticipated a rather long time. ]
Andraste, preserve me...
[ He chuckles, and it's almost nervous in its delivery. Nonetheless, he works to continue in their meeting, embrace firm to entangle them together where he traps her against the table supporting their plans and reports. ]
Perhaps I might... Do well in showing you. If you will allow, and I am certainly all yours.
[ Maker, he can't wait any longer. After such a long journey, months of good behavior and containing himself, he's prepared to explode. Cullen steals her lips in a passionate, fiery kiss that is both sudden and gentle. Were he to wait any longer, he would have likely been harsher, risking the support of the table's surface. Not to say that might be compromised shortly anyway. ]
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[ It is in knowing that her thoughts are much like his own that he truly begins to shiver against her, anticipation bubbling in his belly like molten lava. Surely, he will burst any moment, where he is rather new to this form of conversation. ]
[ The hand at her jawline carefully leaves, fingers drifting down the side of her neck and the chord of her shoulder, tickling down her sides to meet the other so he might hold her closer. One last sideways glance confirms that their tent is properly shut, keen hearing makes certain that they are truly alone from the rest of their company. ]
[ Neria's request that he indulge on his thoughts has his smirk fading fast, and he clears his throat when he feels a deep flush overcome his features. There are many, much of them lewd and what he would find obscene, but he is only a man. A man who has not felt the touch of a woman in a long, long time. Surely her touch would mean far more than anyone else's, and it is something he has anticipated a rather long time. ]
Andraste, preserve me...
[ He chuckles, and it's almost nervous in its delivery. Nonetheless, he works to continue in their meeting, embrace firm to entangle them together where he traps her against the table supporting their plans and reports. ]
Perhaps I might... Do well in showing you. If you will allow, and I am certainly all yours.
[ Maker, he can't wait any longer. After such a long journey, months of good behavior and containing himself, he's prepared to explode. Cullen steals her lips in a passionate, fiery kiss that is both sudden and gentle. Were he to wait any longer, he would have likely been harsher, risking the support of the table's surface. Not to say that might be compromised shortly anyway. ]