[ They know. Surely they know. While Cullen has certainly made himself the jest of the Inquisition in the middle of an important meeting, it's very likely that the attempt at secrecy was completely in vain. It would be shameful to find the Inquisitor a fool, a mockery of what she represents and he will be damned if he appears to think of her in such light. But... Maker, the last thing he wants is for their relationship to be out on the table. With the attention it had gotten before it was truly even a thing? It's absolutely certain that their spotlight would shine even brighter. Cullen isn't sure he could handle a slew of lewd remarks regarding them, questions about family and plans when the mere thought of Neria still makes him flush a bright glow. ]
[ He will need to get over that eventually, won't he? ]
[ Cullen maintains a normal pace in his walk, even if his steps seem to be a bit firmer than normal. They echo down the hall, his grip tightly wrapped around the handle of his sword to release some of the massive load of tension he's developed over time. Once they are a safe distance and Neria begins to speak, he is able to somewhat relax. ]
Yes, well...
[ He reaches the back of his neck again, which is somehow hotter than normal. Cullen has to wonder if his face matches such a high temperature. ]
We will need to quickly find other ways of buying time. Clearly, I am not forged for theater. Your defense likely saved the entire show.
[ A basin. They chose protecting a blasted basin as if Corypheus himself were waiting there. The more he thinks about it, the more it sounds foolish. ]
[ Cullen takes a quick turn towards the battlements, aiming to at least head for his office so they might prepare for the quick trip to Orlais. One last time, however, he clears his throat. And he takes a look behind them to ensure they are absolutely alone. Confirmation of that has him reaching for her hand, tangling their fingers together and holding tight. Without another word. ]
[ She snorts at his comment, giving a rare but fond smile that is often reserved for their few moments together. It seems as if those times are few and far between these days, a strange thought. With all the power they have amassed, with things purportedly getting easier and better within the Inquisition, they seemed to be busier than ever before. There's no blame to be had there save for on the shoulders of Corypheus himself, and she cherishes the seconds they have all the more. There's an ever-present reminder that they might not make it to the next month, the next week, or even tomorrow.
Neria, for her part, shakes her head at the severity in Cullen's tone. ]
Or perhaps you can make it a point to take breaks and lock your door? Or is that too obvious, do you think?
[ Her smile is just a touch sly, and she shrugs her shoulders. ]
We'll find something. And it will hopefully be a bit more subtle and easy to escape to than a basin in the middle of very little.
[ Cullen searches for her hand and takes it in his, threading their fingers together immediately. She pauses and gives him a smile, genuine, and squeezes his hand. Moments, that's all they have sometimes, but she is pleased to see him indulging when he can. She longs to kiss him just then but they would be seen by someone, or linger too long, and it is a desire she cannot indulge. Instead, she lets go of him only slowly, nodding for him to head back to his tower. ]
I promise you, we'll have our time.
[ Neria releases him and heads on her way, regretful that they cannot spend more time together. But for now, especially with the little display they slipped into back in the war room, they need to keep cautious. The night is spent packing and preparing, and they leave at first light into Orlais. The journey takes several days and allows them a great deal of time together, always in the context of business and work. Still, it allows them those precious moments without the lingering concern that they will be spotted. Even nights with Cullen are somewhat more public than she would like, as they cannot certainly share a sleeping tent among their soldiers, even if that is something they would both prefer.
Their arrival in the basin produces little fanfare...at first. It is agreed that they will slip in under cover of night to occupy much of it, allow their presence to simply be known without a true announcement. They take shelter in the meaderies and buildings there, vineyards spanning long tracks of land between the walnut trees and hollyhock, a sight that is breathtaking in its tranquility.
For all that they joked that the basin is insignificant, it holds a peace that is rare in war, and Neria soaks it in with what small time they have between holding their positions and making preparations for the Comte to eventually come knocking.
Which, actually, does not take long. No skirmish at first, only scouts bringing missives that insist that the Inquisition is infringing on owned property. Now it is a matter of waiting the Comte out to see what he will do.
Parsing through the fourth missive the Comte has given them in the same number of days, Neria sets fire to the parchment, crushing it in her hand with ease. ]
Really, I was expecting something better. The Dowager made it seem as if he'd be at least foolish enough to try to start a fight with us. He's either terrified we're here or brewing trouble behind our backs. At this point, I do not know which I would prefer.
[ A good battle would relieve some of the tension in her and her Wardens, though it will only provoke more bloodshed. Even she can understand that. But they cannot wait forever for the Comte to garner some nerve to make a move or a real statement, and eventually, Cullen and she will be asked to return. Their time will be cut short far sooner than she wishes. ]
[ Cullen has always found himself uncomfortable during travel, regardless of the large part it plays in fighting for a cause. It was much the same as a Templar, but he felt at his best wherever he had been station. There is productivity in that, work being so difficult to accomplish while on the road. There is, also, the large discontent of traveling by ship. The act to moving forward seems to always be far more difficult than the act of battle, to him. This time, however, travel is a form of reprieve while at Neria's side. There is little time to be shared between them, but much more than what they had back in Skyhold. Short moments of privacy, enough for a gentle touch or embrace, nothing beyond a brief kiss that Cullen hangs onto and wishes time might slow down every time. Each night he would remind himself that their distance is only temporary, repeating in his head her promise that they will have their time. ]
[ Certainly, it is ever clear the reason for doubt of the necessity for troops. There is minor effort in their success, and both Neria and Cullen had been right about no true risk in casualties. Simplicity is a luxury in this time, and he can still at least appreciate the easy victory. ]
[ But at the very least, they have their time. As promised. It will be a few days before such victory is entirely sealed, and that much is made clear as he watches Neria reduce the Comte's letter to mere ashes. ]
Such is the culture patented by none other than Orlais itself. Talk has always been their strong point. Where the Inquisition promises both credible word and supporting action, I'm willing to place coin on the Dowager's terror.
[ Cullen turns away, board in his hand supporting the reports necessary for Skyhold. He glances it over once more, mindfully going over what additions he will make before sending it off by bird, then sets it down. ]
I'll admit, I'm quite disappointed in the lack of action as well.
Talk, drinking, and waving swords around. Much of it's the same. Nobles hide behind assassin blades or poisoned cups and leave the dirty work to the bards.
[ She remembers Marjolaine. Cunning and ruthless, and Leliana has learned so much from her. Neria can see it now even if Leliana would deny it; Marjolaine taught her to be a great bard even if it is Leliana who taught herself to be a better person. She has never seen Orlesians work so diligently as she has seen bards move, save, perhaps, for Briala, Celene, and Gaspard. But the world might be ending and their motives are clear. The Comte is a small fish in comparison to the frustrating night in Halamshiral. ]
He's probably hoping we'll send a letter back or, perhaps, that the Inquisitor herself will appear for him to ingratiate himself. She'd probably laugh at him, too.
[ Brushing off her hands from the ash within them, she turns back to Cullen as he sets his board upon the table. She goes to join him, reaching for his elbow unconsciously as she looks over his reports. ]
A few days and he'll crumble, one way or another. He'll either go running back to weep about his losses or strike in earnest, and we'll be there to meet him. Still...at this point, I wager he'll cut his losses and run.
[ At least until he can get proper reinforcements for the area. She sighs and gives Cullen a sideways smile. ]
And then we'll be here even longer to ensure he doesn't come back once you and I return to Skyhold.
Oh, I am certain the Inquisitor would rather hack a limb than entertain granting publicity for gain.
[ She's certainly laughed at the idea before. And the idea of it is almost tempting for suggestion. But an invitation for the Inquisitor to arrive would mean a change of plan, and call Cullen selfish? But he is quite content with the privacy this lull has brought. ]
Needless to say, we will be ready for whatever outcome. The ball is in their court, and we simply need only to wait.
[ Cullen's attention shifts to her hand, feeling it brush affectionately at his elbow, fingers tickling his arm through the thick fabric that confines it. He certainly hasn't forgotten their intentions, mainly because it is quite frankly all he has thought about since they left. ]
[ There's a soft little exhale in the form of a snicker through his nose, a crooked smile as his hand takes to curve of her waist. ]
I detect hope in such a remark. Should I feel guilty if I wish for the same?
Why does that not surprise me? She has patience, I'll give her that; even the few nobles I entreated in Ferelden to continue commerce in Amaranthine and for the Wardens were enough to infuriate me. She's handled hundreds of others at least.
[ And she can only imagine how she would react to the Comte at this point. The myriad of ways she could embarrass him alone has a small smile on Neria's face, but really, Kaia's absence is a snub in and of itself in the nobleman's direction; she has already made it clear that what the Comte is doing is no threat.
Neria turns to Cullen with a smile, stepping close to him. ]
I cannot see why you would feel guilty. You aren't the only one pleased with this reprieve. A few more days wouldn't hurt.
[ They were wise to choose soldiers unlikely to bother them, competent enough to stand on their own without too much direction. The handful of soldiers without as much experience know to speak to their superiors before coming to Cullen or Neria, and she's glad they have this time to share together without interruption. ]
Every moment we seem to be able to find together back at Skyhold is cut short one way or another.
[ It's no one's fault; they're attempting a romance in the middle of a war that could decide the fate of the entire world. They are both needed. It's simply more frustrating than she anticipated. She remembers wondering, years ago, if allowing herself to feel for her companions on the road would have made things more difficult. Would she have minded then? Should she mind now when she is past the point of caring?
Still, their privacy has been important. And she prefers not being asked so many questions when there is already so much she is fearful of, so many things she has not said.
She smiles. ]
It's been good to be here. Why would I not wish, even selfishly, for a few more days of you?
I am certain she has at least entertained the idea. Maker knows she could justify some back-handed remark from the Comte wearing down her capacity for such nonsense.
[ Cullen finds Kaia's mannerisms in the face of Orlesian folly to be the most entertaining. Much as he keeps his opinion to himself, he's been subject to their ridiculous requests and intentions more than a handful of times. He would agree that they would deserve every bit of sarcasm she tosses. ]
[ He revels in their immediate closeness, gaze falling upon the opening to the tent for but a brief moment. For once, he has no worries about interruption, confident in their troops' competence as much as Neria. That had been a discussion well before their departure, ensuring that this would be possible. The hand at her waist shifts, sliding gently to the small of her back to better close what little distance remains between them. ]
The guilt comes from an old habit that refuses to take its last breath anytime soon.
[ Cullen tilts his head to the side, looking away a brief moment. ]
I do suppose we've earned at least a few days' reprieve.
[ And he says that in all seriousness, despite the tone that suggests his brief regret. He looks back at her, smile still in place. ]
You are right. With our recent progress, I can't recall when I last even had time to take a good look at you.
If only we could slow down time, make each day longer.
Because you're dedicated to your work. There's no shame in that.
[ Guilt, though... Yes, she can see why he would feel guilty. Cullen has put everyone else first; everything he has done has pushed a cause forward, whether that was the Temple agenda or the Inquisition's. Now he is acting in his own self-interest, something he has very possibly never done before, or has not since he first began training to become a Templar. ]
A shame you were never a Warden. You would have gotten used to some freedoms quickly, even if we are all duty-bound in one way or another.
[ It is a joke in poor taste and Neria's smile does not reach her eyes when she tells it, though she lifts a hand to gently touch the side of his face. Neria almost manages a laugh. ]
You've seen me every day. I don't know how you couldn't have gotten a good look at me.
[ She understands what he is really saying. Since all of...this began, things have changed between them. It's hard to find a moment when she isn't more formally present, geared towards their duties and their respective positions, and seeing Cullen as her partner and comrade-in-arms rather than her lover. And even that is strange to think about, her lover. Her smile broadens just slightly. ]
I wish we could. The few minutes we've had before now somehow aren't enough any longer. Is that strange to say, do you think? I see you often enough but it's-- It's different now, wanting to spend time with you away from work.
[ He certainly hasn't. From the moment he truly could forge a goal or opinion, he had decided to help people, to be a Templar. And that had become a personal goal when he was just a small boy. Thinking about himself came to a screeching halt then, and the thought of romance and spending time with the fairer sex never quite held precedence over anything else but his vows. While he never barred himself from it? The thought of trying was always... Strange. ]
[ But Neria has changed the game completely. Suddenly, he thinks more of having a family and a life outside of fighting moreso than he had before. It was always a desire, a secret, something he felt shame in. But now? He's certain his happiness completely rests on spending the remainder of his days with her. The love he feels for her runs deep, strengthening by the day and it is in the excitement of this moment that he finds his heart swelling almost painfully. ]
[ He manages a chuckle at her joke, poor as it might have been. ]
You're... Probably right. I'm afraid I hardly am adjusted to what little freedoms I have now outside the Order.
[ But that doesn't matter. Cullen leans into her touch, taking a moment to press a gentle kiss to her palm. ]
You are the most lovely creature to walk Thedas. While brief glimpses may remind me of how lucky I am to have you, being able to gaze upon you in a closeness... Touch you...
[ His own hand reaches for her face, knuckles brushing along her jawline before taking a piece of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. ]
It is different now. I believe there are not enough hours in the day for me to enjoy it. I will admit my selfishness there. Were it strange to think time is so quick and fleeting, we'd both be mad.
[ It's difficult to think of what life will be like after the Inquisition. Where will they go? Neria has every intention of returning to Amaranthine to at least ensure the Wardens have a home to go to, to set up what she can before... Before what? Her plans had been simple before, either departing or returning to Amaranthine. Cullen has changed everything and while all of it is for the better, now she feels as if the certainty she had is in upheaval. A part of her wishes they could discuss it...but much of her also feels that she is being presumptive.
Instead, she tries to ground herself in the moment, in enjoying his company and the care he gives her. That, in and of itself, is more than she ever hoped or expected for herself since she was very, very small. Her smile is soft and she briefly ducks her head at what he says, eventually able to look at him once more. ]
You're certain you've never been with anyone before me? The things you say...
[ It's too much. Her ears might be just a little red, even now. Her thumb brushes over his cheek, near the side of his mouth. ]
This is going to be much harder to maintain when we return. You realize that, yes? That we're going to need to continue to sit through meetings and continue to work in the field without anyone being the wiser?
[ Her smile might be one of amusement now. ]
It's going to be quite a challenge. Even coming out here, knowing we would be together, hasn't made it easier to be patient.
[ There is almost a fear in what lies ahead of them, but the fear is created out of an expectation of failure. Of believing that happiness is never placed upon those who have done wrong in some fashion. Cullen's guilt still has him in a vice grip, having him believe that a future with Neria is not a future he deserves. Much as he wants it. ]
[ But that does not stop him where he is now. Not with her silk cheek warm against his fingertips, dimples under his touch when she smiles and lets her modesty guide her gaze at her feet. Cullen ignores the guilt and disbelief for the distraction that her reaction to compliments creates. Even his face colors a touch, and his smile is gentle against her thumb. ]
I speak only the truth, my lady. It's how I feel.
[ At the mention of keeping this a secret, however? The smile goes a tad crooked. Cullen prefers his privacy, especially when it comes to his love life and what he does behind closed doors. It's unfortunate that a large fraction of his life is out in the open, surrounded by people who look to him for guidance. And it is much the same for Neria, too. People rely on them, follow them. But he catches that glimmer of amusement in her smile, and he can't help but feel some for himself. ]
I've... Thought about that frequently, yes. Knowing what lies between us, what feelings we have shared--
[ Cullen weakly chuckles, looking down as he shakes his head a touch. ]
While I do not worry about my ability to keep my hands to myself, I find that I may feel tortured and bound while you sit or stand a mere few feet away from me.
[ His gaze then shifts back to her, smile nearly a smirk. He won't admit it aloud, but the challenge is actually quite enticing. ]
But you are worth the wait. Every brief moment we share will be a treasure.
I cannot promise the strength of my patience behind closed doors, however. Can you?
[ Only the truth? She would call that out, she thinks, if she were not fearful that he would think she took offense to his compliments. In reality, they simply feel overmuch, like this is a happiness she does not deserve, much in the same way he feels. Instead she tries to hold the admiration he has for her within her and finds it's difficult, overwhelming, as so much of this often feels. ]
Then you honor me with your words and care, Cullen. I cannot possibly ask for more.
[ Which only means it will continue to be difficult to keep her feelings for him as muted as she can in other company. There will always be fondness for him, concern, care, and these things she can mask well enough as politeness or friendliness. They have been close for some time, enough to spark rumors already. That won't change and pretending they are not as close as they were a month ago will only arouse suspicion.
It will be a balancing act but one well worth the wait, she thinks. No matter how long it takes, she wants their time together to be important, not dogged by their responsibilities and the expectations. She smiles, leaning against the press of his hand. ]
Tortured and bound? Now you make our predicament sound cruel. I can assure you, any time we have will be worthwhile and I promise to make certain of that.
[ Neria reaches up to take his hand in both of hers, bringing his knuckles to her lips. What seems at first like an innocent gesture of devotion - and it is, initially - becomes every ounce as sly as the smirk on his face as she gives him a sidelong and heated glance from beneath her lashes, her mouth still lingering against his fingers. ]
I wouldn't promise something I couldn't keep, Cullen. Why would I want to be apart from you when we are alone?
[ Behind closed doors, neither of them should have to be restrained from being open with their affections. She turns his hand over so she can kiss his palm, allowing his hand close to her face, which she leans into just the same. ]
[ Perhaps he is being slightly overdramatic in terms of how he describes their situation. But honestly, it's accurate. Truly being unable to act upon the newfound nature of their relationship is quite discouraging, much as he knows the wait would be worth it. The wait they had experienced to get here has certainly proved to be as much. Most would likely suggest to just roll with it, to bring their relationship public. After all, Kaia has made her intentions toward Josephine very, very clear among anyone who has shown interest. Rumors have certainly spread, word has gotten around quickly... But Neria and he are private individuals, and who is to say it would not cause problem? Or even perhaps danger? ]
[ There are more reasons to keep things under wraps than to make intentions public. And Cullen is content where they are, even when there are more times they must restrain themselves than let loose, so to say. ]
[ Still, this hardly cuts back how badly he wishes to be close to her every waking moment of the day. Cullen commits to memory the playful nature of Neria's gaze, feeling his stomach flutter as her long lashes do. Such a gaze could kill, and the way his heart skips proves as much. Cullen sways forward a bit more, thumb brushing along her lower lip when she softly breathes against his palm. His voice lowers, a deep yet soft tone where he leans his face in close. ]
My choice of words might not have been... Fitting. But I often imagine a moment such as this at likely the most inopportune of times.
[ The hand at the small of her back applies pressure, gently pushing her closer, their hips coming together. ]
Those thoughts keep me awake at night, stir my composure. Now that I have you here, I fear I will never be able to let go of you.
[ Now there is a tone she is not used to, as attractive as it is. Neria's nerves stand on edge as his finger swipes along her bottom lip and she resists the initial urge to surprise him and take his finger between her lips, instead opting to listen, to lose herself in that voice. She very gladly steps closer to him until their hips meet, and Neria sighs lightly against his hand. Her eyes find his and she smiles as a little thrill, a shiver, runs up her spine. ]
I cannot say which thought of you is more enticing: that you might find yourself uncomfortable around others while thinking of me...or that you lay awake at night with those very thoughts.
[ Cullen, trying to hide his loss of composure in the war room. Cullen with thoughts of her at night, enough to chase away nightmares. Oh, certainly, the implications can be lewd - and Neria would be lying if she insisted she did not think of them - but she likes those ideas too; he thinks of her as often as she thinks of him, and that is comforting.
She lifts her hand to bring it gently to the back of his neck, fingers sliding through the tips of his hair. ]
I think of you, too, often enough that it's distracting. I feel like I'm lost in all of this, sometimes.
[ Neria meets his heated gaze with a smile, and she kisses his thumb as it lingers on her lips. ]
But I also begin to think of more, of you and I... And I do not want you to let me go. Not here, not now, not tonight. Not until I know more of what you've been thinking.
[ She lifts up a little on her toes to meet him as he leans down. ]
[ 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. ]
[ She remembers years ago when they had first spoken, when she had offered to speak to him and to be his friend...and when she flustered him enough to see him run from her. Truthfully, she would not be surprised if this was too much and if he asked her to stop, and she would easily comply. Neria is here with him for the long haul, a truth that is still terrifying to her. For him, she would do most anything, and there is an odd disconnect between the desire she has for him and the outpouring of love she has for his heart.
So she is not so surprised to hear him swear to Andraste and she smiles just the same, almost chuckling. It's their past come back to remind them of who they were, in a sense, and she is ultimately pleased to find he is still ready to touch her, to continue. He has her caught easily between his hips and the table, and she shudders with anticipation and excitement in his hold. This is a side to him she has not seen before, one she is eager to explore and learn, to encourage.
Neria coaxes him down that little distance to meet her mouth, humming her approval quietly against his lips. He is tender and passionate, warmth and need, and she responds in kind. Her kiss is tender but insistent, encouraging him to give whatever he wants and take whatever he needs from her. Neria breaks away only briefly to murmur to him, so there can be no misgivings, in response: ]
Yes.
[ Yes, show her. Yes, all hers. And then she kisses him again, and again, each growing in passion and fervor, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, their chests pressed together so there can be little space between them. This is what she has craved for so long, this contact with him, removed from the prying eyes of others.
Nothing exists here but him and her, and she would not have it any other way. ]
[ In Neria he finds peace, comfort, a calm to the chaos surrounding them that he never quite knew existed. All of Cullen's life has been immersed in war and madness, only brief stints of peace that are so fast they are easily forgotten once chaos solidifies anew. The instant their lips meet, he has completely forgotten about the world around them, about why they are in Orlais, and it is an ignorance that he can hold onto. No one has been able to truly give such a gift to him, and such a chance is valuable, something to cling to. The way Cullen holds her suggests that very firmly, where both palms lie flat against the curve of her back and drive up her spine to the juts of her shoulder blades. ]
[ Cullen works to support her as he leans forward, holding her tightly as her final word is swallowed in the passionate kiss that eagerly takes it. The table creaks at the pressure, the contents supporting it teetering, pawns on a map dropping to their sides and rolling off the edge. But Cullen pays absolutely no mind to it, no longer thinking of what purpose they serve beyond simply being in the way. ]
[ He hums into her lips, exhales sharply through his nose as the outpour of love on both ends completely steals him. Cullen has never quite been so... Happily lost in his entire life, and were it to end here he is certain he would die fulfilled. A mixture of passionate love and happiness fills his chest, threatens to burst at the mere reminder that they can finally have this. There will be no running away, not even the thought, and not when such a delicious kiss takes him to a place he has never been. He will certainly show her the lengths of his desires, happily so where he only wishes to please her. Cullen can't possibly have enough now, and he seeks more with the parting of his lips, tongue gently driving against the line separating her lips, working to coax them apart so he might taste her fully. His head tilts, eyes tightly shut and just reveling in the way her body presses into his, the softness of her frame in contrast to the rigid edges of his own. ]
[ There is only distant awareness that the pressure applied to the table where her back meets it is sending their pieces off kilter and even to the floor. She hears it and ignores it, lost in the roar of her heartbeat in her ears when he kisses her, holds her close, and does not let go. This is what she has wanted for so long and to have him eagerly responding with the same dedication and love she had felt only minutes before by words alone has her feel overfull.
She presses close to him, her hips to his, and tilts her head up so she can better angle their kiss. His tongue she accepts readily and there is a pleased sound in her throat at the first touch. Neria holds him tighter, a hand trailing into his hair to keep him close, their tongues meeting briefly. There is so much and yet it is not enough, not enough to sate her desire for him. It is not solely a lustful desire, but one that seeks to be encompassed by him, to physically feel what she has already felt emotionally for weeks now; her world has started to revolve around him, and come what may, she is helpless to stop it, nor would she want to.
The feeling of him against her, muscle and hard lines that press into her body, is enough to set a fire within her that she cannot contain for long. The grip around his shoulders slips down, her arm going around his side so that she might press the flat of her palm to his back, a coax to keep him there, keep him pressed, because there is contentment in simply being able to feel him here with her. This is not a fleeting kiss they can sneak in his office or their hands threaded together beneath the table. This is all encompassing, more than she could ever ask for, and all that she has wanted these past few weeks of travel. Only now does she realize how much she has thought of it, how her mind wanders to ideas that mirror this moment, and she sighs into the feeling. ]
[ Maker, the sounds that she creates, the taste of her tongue... While this isn't the first time they have kissed, it certainly is the first he has felt sensations such as these. Neria's frame is strong and sturdy, yet her curves are soft and inviting underneath his grip. Cullen clings to that, wants to feel more, and that much becomes clear when hands start to coast down her back and sides, ghost over her behind and take to sides of her thighs. Their tongues tangle, his own taking on a curiosity that drives the tip along the roof of her mouth. He hums in content when his lips only part a brief moment to bite at her bottom lip and gently pull, an action that carries only brief hesitation when it's a gesture he's only imagined up until now. ]
[ Cullen feels incredibly warm, uncomfortable, yet glued to where they stand as their bodies mesh so perfectly together. He shivers at the feeling of her fingers coaxing the neat shape of his hair out of place, causing it to curl and shift at her touch. It's when those hands move to his back that he writhes into her, hips instinctively rolling into her own. There's an uncharacteristic moan he can't prevent as it feels like cold water pours into his belly, skin prickling under constrictive clothing. ]
[ While he is certain he could devour her lips all day, the rest of her calls for him. Cullen kisses her on the lips one last time, lingering before they take him to her jawline and neck. He stops at her pulse point, teeth and tongue working to suckle down on her flesh, desperate to taste her further. Cullen has waited what feels like an eternity for this, and he has every intention on taking advantage of the privacy they have now. ]
[ The sound she makes when his tongue meets the roof of her mouth is akin to a gasp, the feel of him making her toes curl, her stomach tighten, and her grip strengthens around him. He explores her body readily and she desperately wants to do the same, hand pressed against his back finding the lines and contours she seeks. But he's wearing too much, she thinks, and she brings her hand around to his front until it is pressed flat against his chest. He rolls his hips into hers and a quiet, thin whine bubbles up from her throat, one she would be embarrassed by if she was not so certain he wants more of the same. His answering moan is all that's necessary to make that clear. She chases his lips as he tugs at her own, body moving towards his instinctively with every shift, greedy as she is for contact.
As Cullen seeks out her throat, pressing hard kisses and nips to her sensitive skin, her hands join together at his front to begin looking for the catches of his clothes and armor so that she might explore to her heart's contentment. Neria looks for the things he can discard, his outer fur mantle and leathers being first and foremost, much as she likes the former (as any Fereldan would). But she looks, too, for the quickest way to find warm skin, to slide her hands up under his tunic so she might touch muscle beneath. He has had his moment to touch her; now she wants to touch him back.
Beneath his mouth, she shivers, every part of her sensitive to his attentions. It has been such a long time since someone has touched her this way and never someone she has felt so close to, someone she has loved so much. Head tilted just slightly back to allow him room to explore, her pulse thrums quickly, heartbeat fluttering with every graze of his teeth and suckle of his lips.
With a brief and breathless chuckle, she murmurs: ]
[ For the moment, there is no rush, at least while the comfort of their troops' abilities to handle everything on their own remains. As it stands now, they have the time they have so patiently waited for, and Cullen is keen on taking in every single moment this opportunity provides. Neria's touch, even through thick fabric, sparks a heat that comes in waves and leaves a desperate chill. ]
[ Cullen can't possibly get enough of this, tasting every angle of her neck he can reach, lingering at the chord connecting to her shoulder. He feels her hands roam, reach for whatever they can to unlatch the fur mantle on his shoulders first. A breeze follows it falling to the floor, and it comes to his attention what difficulty she is facing well before her remark. Their intentions match, it seems, and it is then that the frantic intensity starts to boil in his belly with a threat to overflow. ]
Hah--
[ Cullen chuckles, but it catches in his throat while his lips linger against her neck. Quickly, he reaches up to assist her, unlatching each piece of armor he can reach while still pressed against her. Each piece on his arms come first, and they fall with a loud clack. ]
Truly, this is the only time armor has inconvenienced me.
[ He practically lives in it, after all. Many have made a remark as to questioning whether or not it truly comes off. For once, he feels trapped in it, desperate to remove himself from it so he might assist Neria in the removal of her own. His kisses continue, launching an assault on the curve of her jaw and ear. Once more, the table creaks and he hears it, urging him to find more space and he starts to move the two of them elsewhere. Preferably towards his cot. But walking in a straight line while in the midst of removing intricate armor steals too much concentration, which sparks a greater desperation to get it off. ]
[ She could have him like this, firm against her, his lips on her throat all day, she realizes. It would drive her absolutely out of her mind, though, to let him touch her while being unable to reciprocate so wholeheartedly, and she is glad that he stops for a moment if only so she can catch her breath. Neria chuckles with him, reaching up to help him even as he continues to find pockets of sensitive skin to explore on her neck, the curve of her collar, up to her jaw and near her ear. She shivers at the first feeling of warm breath near the latter, fingers stilling on his armor as she helps him discard it. ]
I like your armor.
[ It's a very odd thing to say in the moment, truly, but she does like it. With his Templar armor left behind, he strikes an attractive figure in leathers, and she fur mantle reminds her of home. Still, she helps him, fingers attentive to the bits of skin she begins to find as his clothes come away. ]
I think, though, that I will like it better off of you.
[ It's said breathlessly even as he coaxes her to move, and Neria steps backwards towards his cot, taking him with her. Her belt comes off as quickly as she can manage, as well as the beginning buckles of the leather she wears. One hand remains on Cullen, to steer and steady him, to touch him as he has touched her, delicate fingers finding and learning the lines of muscle, toned from years of training. She caresses his shoulders, his collar, and down further to his chest, even as she works on her own clothes with a single hand.
At least she is not the only one so desperate to be rid of what keeps them confined. ]
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[ He will need to get over that eventually, won't he? ]
[ Cullen maintains a normal pace in his walk, even if his steps seem to be a bit firmer than normal. They echo down the hall, his grip tightly wrapped around the handle of his sword to release some of the massive load of tension he's developed over time. Once they are a safe distance and Neria begins to speak, he is able to somewhat relax. ]
Yes, well...
[ He reaches the back of his neck again, which is somehow hotter than normal. Cullen has to wonder if his face matches such a high temperature. ]
We will need to quickly find other ways of buying time. Clearly, I am not forged for theater. Your defense likely saved the entire show.
[ A basin. They chose protecting a blasted basin as if Corypheus himself were waiting there. The more he thinks about it, the more it sounds foolish. ]
[ Cullen takes a quick turn towards the battlements, aiming to at least head for his office so they might prepare for the quick trip to Orlais. One last time, however, he clears his throat. And he takes a look behind them to ensure they are absolutely alone. Confirmation of that has him reaching for her hand, tangling their fingers together and holding tight. Without another word. ]
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Neria, for her part, shakes her head at the severity in Cullen's tone. ]
Or perhaps you can make it a point to take breaks and lock your door? Or is that too obvious, do you think?
[ Her smile is just a touch sly, and she shrugs her shoulders. ]
We'll find something. And it will hopefully be a bit more subtle and easy to escape to than a basin in the middle of very little.
[ Cullen searches for her hand and takes it in his, threading their fingers together immediately. She pauses and gives him a smile, genuine, and squeezes his hand. Moments, that's all they have sometimes, but she is pleased to see him indulging when he can. She longs to kiss him just then but they would be seen by someone, or linger too long, and it is a desire she cannot indulge. Instead, she lets go of him only slowly, nodding for him to head back to his tower. ]
I promise you, we'll have our time.
[ Neria releases him and heads on her way, regretful that they cannot spend more time together. But for now, especially with the little display they slipped into back in the war room, they need to keep cautious. The night is spent packing and preparing, and they leave at first light into Orlais. The journey takes several days and allows them a great deal of time together, always in the context of business and work. Still, it allows them those precious moments without the lingering concern that they will be spotted. Even nights with Cullen are somewhat more public than she would like, as they cannot certainly share a sleeping tent among their soldiers, even if that is something they would both prefer.
Their arrival in the basin produces little fanfare...at first. It is agreed that they will slip in under cover of night to occupy much of it, allow their presence to simply be known without a true announcement. They take shelter in the meaderies and buildings there, vineyards spanning long tracks of land between the walnut trees and hollyhock, a sight that is breathtaking in its tranquility.
For all that they joked that the basin is insignificant, it holds a peace that is rare in war, and Neria soaks it in with what small time they have between holding their positions and making preparations for the Comte to eventually come knocking.
Which, actually, does not take long. No skirmish at first, only scouts bringing missives that insist that the Inquisition is infringing on owned property. Now it is a matter of waiting the Comte out to see what he will do.
Parsing through the fourth missive the Comte has given them in the same number of days, Neria sets fire to the parchment, crushing it in her hand with ease. ]
Really, I was expecting something better. The Dowager made it seem as if he'd be at least foolish enough to try to start a fight with us. He's either terrified we're here or brewing trouble behind our backs. At this point, I do not know which I would prefer.
[ A good battle would relieve some of the tension in her and her Wardens, though it will only provoke more bloodshed. Even she can understand that. But they cannot wait forever for the Comte to garner some nerve to make a move or a real statement, and eventually, Cullen and she will be asked to return. Their time will be cut short far sooner than she wishes. ]
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[ Certainly, it is ever clear the reason for doubt of the necessity for troops. There is minor effort in their success, and both Neria and Cullen had been right about no true risk in casualties. Simplicity is a luxury in this time, and he can still at least appreciate the easy victory. ]
[ But at the very least, they have their time. As promised. It will be a few days before such victory is entirely sealed, and that much is made clear as he watches Neria reduce the Comte's letter to mere ashes. ]
Such is the culture patented by none other than Orlais itself. Talk has always been their strong point. Where the Inquisition promises both credible word and supporting action, I'm willing to place coin on the Dowager's terror.
[ Cullen turns away, board in his hand supporting the reports necessary for Skyhold. He glances it over once more, mindfully going over what additions he will make before sending it off by bird, then sets it down. ]
I'll admit, I'm quite disappointed in the lack of action as well.
[ He smirks at that a touch, shaking his head. ]
WRONG JOURNAL, WOOPS
[ She remembers Marjolaine. Cunning and ruthless, and Leliana has learned so much from her. Neria can see it now even if Leliana would deny it; Marjolaine taught her to be a great bard even if it is Leliana who taught herself to be a better person. She has never seen Orlesians work so diligently as she has seen bards move, save, perhaps, for Briala, Celene, and Gaspard. But the world might be ending and their motives are clear. The Comte is a small fish in comparison to the frustrating night in Halamshiral. ]
He's probably hoping we'll send a letter back or, perhaps, that the Inquisitor herself will appear for him to ingratiate himself. She'd probably laugh at him, too.
[ Brushing off her hands from the ash within them, she turns back to Cullen as he sets his board upon the table. She goes to join him, reaching for his elbow unconsciously as she looks over his reports. ]
A few days and he'll crumble, one way or another. He'll either go running back to weep about his losses or strike in earnest, and we'll be there to meet him. Still...at this point, I wager he'll cut his losses and run.
[ At least until he can get proper reinforcements for the area. She sighs and gives Cullen a sideways smile. ]
And then we'll be here even longer to ensure he doesn't come back once you and I return to Skyhold.
LMAO I WAS SO CONFUSED
[ She's certainly laughed at the idea before. And the idea of it is almost tempting for suggestion. But an invitation for the Inquisitor to arrive would mean a change of plan, and call Cullen selfish? But he is quite content with the privacy this lull has brought. ]
Needless to say, we will be ready for whatever outcome. The ball is in their court, and we simply need only to wait.
[ Cullen's attention shifts to her hand, feeling it brush affectionately at his elbow, fingers tickling his arm through the thick fabric that confines it. He certainly hasn't forgotten their intentions, mainly because it is quite frankly all he has thought about since they left. ]
[ There's a soft little exhale in the form of a snicker through his nose, a crooked smile as his hand takes to curve of her waist. ]
I detect hope in such a remark. Should I feel guilty if I wish for the same?
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[ And she can only imagine how she would react to the Comte at this point. The myriad of ways she could embarrass him alone has a small smile on Neria's face, but really, Kaia's absence is a snub in and of itself in the nobleman's direction; she has already made it clear that what the Comte is doing is no threat.
Neria turns to Cullen with a smile, stepping close to him. ]
I cannot see why you would feel guilty. You aren't the only one pleased with this reprieve. A few more days wouldn't hurt.
[ They were wise to choose soldiers unlikely to bother them, competent enough to stand on their own without too much direction. The handful of soldiers without as much experience know to speak to their superiors before coming to Cullen or Neria, and she's glad they have this time to share together without interruption. ]
Every moment we seem to be able to find together back at Skyhold is cut short one way or another.
[ It's no one's fault; they're attempting a romance in the middle of a war that could decide the fate of the entire world. They are both needed. It's simply more frustrating than she anticipated. She remembers wondering, years ago, if allowing herself to feel for her companions on the road would have made things more difficult. Would she have minded then? Should she mind now when she is past the point of caring?
Still, their privacy has been important. And she prefers not being asked so many questions when there is already so much she is fearful of, so many things she has not said.
She smiles. ]
It's been good to be here. Why would I not wish, even selfishly, for a few more days of you?
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[ Cullen finds Kaia's mannerisms in the face of Orlesian folly to be the most entertaining. Much as he keeps his opinion to himself, he's been subject to their ridiculous requests and intentions more than a handful of times. He would agree that they would deserve every bit of sarcasm she tosses. ]
[ He revels in their immediate closeness, gaze falling upon the opening to the tent for but a brief moment. For once, he has no worries about interruption, confident in their troops' competence as much as Neria. That had been a discussion well before their departure, ensuring that this would be possible. The hand at her waist shifts, sliding gently to the small of her back to better close what little distance remains between them. ]
The guilt comes from an old habit that refuses to take its last breath anytime soon.
[ Cullen tilts his head to the side, looking away a brief moment. ]
I do suppose we've earned at least a few days' reprieve.
[ And he says that in all seriousness, despite the tone that suggests his brief regret. He looks back at her, smile still in place. ]
You are right. With our recent progress, I can't recall when I last even had time to take a good look at you.
If only we could slow down time, make each day longer.
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[ Guilt, though... Yes, she can see why he would feel guilty. Cullen has put everyone else first; everything he has done has pushed a cause forward, whether that was the Temple agenda or the Inquisition's. Now he is acting in his own self-interest, something he has very possibly never done before, or has not since he first began training to become a Templar. ]
A shame you were never a Warden. You would have gotten used to some freedoms quickly, even if we are all duty-bound in one way or another.
[ It is a joke in poor taste and Neria's smile does not reach her eyes when she tells it, though she lifts a hand to gently touch the side of his face. Neria almost manages a laugh. ]
You've seen me every day. I don't know how you couldn't have gotten a good look at me.
[ She understands what he is really saying. Since all of...this began, things have changed between them. It's hard to find a moment when she isn't more formally present, geared towards their duties and their respective positions, and seeing Cullen as her partner and comrade-in-arms rather than her lover. And even that is strange to think about, her lover. Her smile broadens just slightly. ]
I wish we could. The few minutes we've had before now somehow aren't enough any longer. Is that strange to say, do you think? I see you often enough but it's-- It's different now, wanting to spend time with you away from work.
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[ But Neria has changed the game completely. Suddenly, he thinks more of having a family and a life outside of fighting moreso than he had before. It was always a desire, a secret, something he felt shame in. But now? He's certain his happiness completely rests on spending the remainder of his days with her. The love he feels for her runs deep, strengthening by the day and it is in the excitement of this moment that he finds his heart swelling almost painfully. ]
[ He manages a chuckle at her joke, poor as it might have been. ]
You're... Probably right. I'm afraid I hardly am adjusted to what little freedoms I have now outside the Order.
[ But that doesn't matter. Cullen leans into her touch, taking a moment to press a gentle kiss to her palm. ]
You are the most lovely creature to walk Thedas. While brief glimpses may remind me of how lucky I am to have you, being able to gaze upon you in a closeness... Touch you...
[ His own hand reaches for her face, knuckles brushing along her jawline before taking a piece of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. ]
It is different now. I believe there are not enough hours in the day for me to enjoy it. I will admit my selfishness there. Were it strange to think time is so quick and fleeting, we'd both be mad.
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Instead, she tries to ground herself in the moment, in enjoying his company and the care he gives her. That, in and of itself, is more than she ever hoped or expected for herself since she was very, very small. Her smile is soft and she briefly ducks her head at what he says, eventually able to look at him once more. ]
You're certain you've never been with anyone before me? The things you say...
[ It's too much. Her ears might be just a little red, even now. Her thumb brushes over his cheek, near the side of his mouth. ]
This is going to be much harder to maintain when we return. You realize that, yes? That we're going to need to continue to sit through meetings and continue to work in the field without anyone being the wiser?
[ Her smile might be one of amusement now. ]
It's going to be quite a challenge. Even coming out here, knowing we would be together, hasn't made it easier to be patient.
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[ But that does not stop him where he is now. Not with her silk cheek warm against his fingertips, dimples under his touch when she smiles and lets her modesty guide her gaze at her feet. Cullen ignores the guilt and disbelief for the distraction that her reaction to compliments creates. Even his face colors a touch, and his smile is gentle against her thumb. ]
I speak only the truth, my lady. It's how I feel.
[ At the mention of keeping this a secret, however? The smile goes a tad crooked. Cullen prefers his privacy, especially when it comes to his love life and what he does behind closed doors. It's unfortunate that a large fraction of his life is out in the open, surrounded by people who look to him for guidance. And it is much the same for Neria, too. People rely on them, follow them. But he catches that glimmer of amusement in her smile, and he can't help but feel some for himself. ]
I've... Thought about that frequently, yes. Knowing what lies between us, what feelings we have shared--
[ Cullen weakly chuckles, looking down as he shakes his head a touch. ]
While I do not worry about my ability to keep my hands to myself, I find that I may feel tortured and bound while you sit or stand a mere few feet away from me.
[ His gaze then shifts back to her, smile nearly a smirk. He won't admit it aloud, but the challenge is actually quite enticing. ]
But you are worth the wait. Every brief moment we share will be a treasure.
I cannot promise the strength of my patience behind closed doors, however. Can you?
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Then you honor me with your words and care, Cullen. I cannot possibly ask for more.
[ Which only means it will continue to be difficult to keep her feelings for him as muted as she can in other company. There will always be fondness for him, concern, care, and these things she can mask well enough as politeness or friendliness. They have been close for some time, enough to spark rumors already. That won't change and pretending they are not as close as they were a month ago will only arouse suspicion.
It will be a balancing act but one well worth the wait, she thinks. No matter how long it takes, she wants their time together to be important, not dogged by their responsibilities and the expectations. She smiles, leaning against the press of his hand. ]
Tortured and bound? Now you make our predicament sound cruel. I can assure you, any time we have will be worthwhile and I promise to make certain of that.
[ Neria reaches up to take his hand in both of hers, bringing his knuckles to her lips. What seems at first like an innocent gesture of devotion - and it is, initially - becomes every ounce as sly as the smirk on his face as she gives him a sidelong and heated glance from beneath her lashes, her mouth still lingering against his fingers. ]
I wouldn't promise something I couldn't keep, Cullen. Why would I want to be apart from you when we are alone?
[ Behind closed doors, neither of them should have to be restrained from being open with their affections. She turns his hand over so she can kiss his palm, allowing his hand close to her face, which she leans into just the same. ]
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[ There are more reasons to keep things under wraps than to make intentions public. And Cullen is content where they are, even when there are more times they must restrain themselves than let loose, so to say. ]
[ Still, this hardly cuts back how badly he wishes to be close to her every waking moment of the day. Cullen commits to memory the playful nature of Neria's gaze, feeling his stomach flutter as her long lashes do. Such a gaze could kill, and the way his heart skips proves as much. Cullen sways forward a bit more, thumb brushing along her lower lip when she softly breathes against his palm. His voice lowers, a deep yet soft tone where he leans his face in close. ]
My choice of words might not have been... Fitting. But I often imagine a moment such as this at likely the most inopportune of times.
[ The hand at the small of her back applies pressure, gently pushing her closer, their hips coming together. ]
Those thoughts keep me awake at night, stir my composure. Now that I have you here, I fear I will never be able to let go of you.
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I cannot say which thought of you is more enticing: that you might find yourself uncomfortable around others while thinking of me...or that you lay awake at night with those very thoughts.
[ Cullen, trying to hide his loss of composure in the war room. Cullen with thoughts of her at night, enough to chase away nightmares. Oh, certainly, the implications can be lewd - and Neria would be lying if she insisted she did not think of them - but she likes those ideas too; he thinks of her as often as she thinks of him, and that is comforting.
She lifts her hand to bring it gently to the back of his neck, fingers sliding through the tips of his hair. ]
I think of you, too, often enough that it's distracting. I feel like I'm lost in all of this, sometimes.
[ Neria meets his heated gaze with a smile, and she kisses his thumb as it lingers on her lips. ]
But I also begin to think of more, of you and I... And I do not want you to let me go. Not here, not now, not tonight. Not until I know more of what you've been thinking.
[ She lifts up a little on her toes to meet him as he leans down. ]
And not until I have more of you.
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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. ]
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So she is not so surprised to hear him swear to Andraste and she smiles just the same, almost chuckling. It's their past come back to remind them of who they were, in a sense, and she is ultimately pleased to find he is still ready to touch her, to continue. He has her caught easily between his hips and the table, and she shudders with anticipation and excitement in his hold. This is a side to him she has not seen before, one she is eager to explore and learn, to encourage.
Neria coaxes him down that little distance to meet her mouth, humming her approval quietly against his lips. He is tender and passionate, warmth and need, and she responds in kind. Her kiss is tender but insistent, encouraging him to give whatever he wants and take whatever he needs from her. Neria breaks away only briefly to murmur to him, so there can be no misgivings, in response: ]
Yes.
[ Yes, show her. Yes, all hers. And then she kisses him again, and again, each growing in passion and fervor, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, their chests pressed together so there can be little space between them. This is what she has craved for so long, this contact with him, removed from the prying eyes of others.
Nothing exists here but him and her, and she would not have it any other way. ]
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[ Cullen works to support her as he leans forward, holding her tightly as her final word is swallowed in the passionate kiss that eagerly takes it. The table creaks at the pressure, the contents supporting it teetering, pawns on a map dropping to their sides and rolling off the edge. But Cullen pays absolutely no mind to it, no longer thinking of what purpose they serve beyond simply being in the way. ]
[ He hums into her lips, exhales sharply through his nose as the outpour of love on both ends completely steals him. Cullen has never quite been so... Happily lost in his entire life, and were it to end here he is certain he would die fulfilled. A mixture of passionate love and happiness fills his chest, threatens to burst at the mere reminder that they can finally have this. There will be no running away, not even the thought, and not when such a delicious kiss takes him to a place he has never been. He will certainly show her the lengths of his desires, happily so where he only wishes to please her. Cullen can't possibly have enough now, and he seeks more with the parting of his lips, tongue gently driving against the line separating her lips, working to coax them apart so he might taste her fully. His head tilts, eyes tightly shut and just reveling in the way her body presses into his, the softness of her frame in contrast to the rigid edges of his own. ]
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She presses close to him, her hips to his, and tilts her head up so she can better angle their kiss. His tongue she accepts readily and there is a pleased sound in her throat at the first touch. Neria holds him tighter, a hand trailing into his hair to keep him close, their tongues meeting briefly. There is so much and yet it is not enough, not enough to sate her desire for him. It is not solely a lustful desire, but one that seeks to be encompassed by him, to physically feel what she has already felt emotionally for weeks now; her world has started to revolve around him, and come what may, she is helpless to stop it, nor would she want to.
The feeling of him against her, muscle and hard lines that press into her body, is enough to set a fire within her that she cannot contain for long. The grip around his shoulders slips down, her arm going around his side so that she might press the flat of her palm to his back, a coax to keep him there, keep him pressed, because there is contentment in simply being able to feel him here with her. This is not a fleeting kiss they can sneak in his office or their hands threaded together beneath the table. This is all encompassing, more than she could ever ask for, and all that she has wanted these past few weeks of travel. Only now does she realize how much she has thought of it, how her mind wanders to ideas that mirror this moment, and she sighs into the feeling. ]
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[ Cullen feels incredibly warm, uncomfortable, yet glued to where they stand as their bodies mesh so perfectly together. He shivers at the feeling of her fingers coaxing the neat shape of his hair out of place, causing it to curl and shift at her touch. It's when those hands move to his back that he writhes into her, hips instinctively rolling into her own. There's an uncharacteristic moan he can't prevent as it feels like cold water pours into his belly, skin prickling under constrictive clothing. ]
[ While he is certain he could devour her lips all day, the rest of her calls for him. Cullen kisses her on the lips one last time, lingering before they take him to her jawline and neck. He stops at her pulse point, teeth and tongue working to suckle down on her flesh, desperate to taste her further. Cullen has waited what feels like an eternity for this, and he has every intention on taking advantage of the privacy they have now. ]
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As Cullen seeks out her throat, pressing hard kisses and nips to her sensitive skin, her hands join together at his front to begin looking for the catches of his clothes and armor so that she might explore to her heart's contentment. Neria looks for the things he can discard, his outer fur mantle and leathers being first and foremost, much as she likes the former (as any Fereldan would). But she looks, too, for the quickest way to find warm skin, to slide her hands up under his tunic so she might touch muscle beneath. He has had his moment to touch her; now she wants to touch him back.
Beneath his mouth, she shivers, every part of her sensitive to his attentions. It has been such a long time since someone has touched her this way and never someone she has felt so close to, someone she has loved so much. Head tilted just slightly back to allow him room to explore, her pulse thrums quickly, heartbeat fluttering with every graze of his teeth and suckle of his lips.
With a brief and breathless chuckle, she murmurs: ]
You're wearing too much.
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[ Cullen can't possibly get enough of this, tasting every angle of her neck he can reach, lingering at the chord connecting to her shoulder. He feels her hands roam, reach for whatever they can to unlatch the fur mantle on his shoulders first. A breeze follows it falling to the floor, and it comes to his attention what difficulty she is facing well before her remark. Their intentions match, it seems, and it is then that the frantic intensity starts to boil in his belly with a threat to overflow. ]
Hah--
[ Cullen chuckles, but it catches in his throat while his lips linger against her neck. Quickly, he reaches up to assist her, unlatching each piece of armor he can reach while still pressed against her. Each piece on his arms come first, and they fall with a loud clack. ]
Truly, this is the only time armor has inconvenienced me.
[ He practically lives in it, after all. Many have made a remark as to questioning whether or not it truly comes off. For once, he feels trapped in it, desperate to remove himself from it so he might assist Neria in the removal of her own. His kisses continue, launching an assault on the curve of her jaw and ear. Once more, the table creaks and he hears it, urging him to find more space and he starts to move the two of them elsewhere. Preferably towards his cot. But walking in a straight line while in the midst of removing intricate armor steals too much concentration, which sparks a greater desperation to get it off. ]
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I like your armor.
[ It's a very odd thing to say in the moment, truly, but she does like it. With his Templar armor left behind, he strikes an attractive figure in leathers, and she fur mantle reminds her of home. Still, she helps him, fingers attentive to the bits of skin she begins to find as his clothes come away. ]
I think, though, that I will like it better off of you.
[ It's said breathlessly even as he coaxes her to move, and Neria steps backwards towards his cot, taking him with her. Her belt comes off as quickly as she can manage, as well as the beginning buckles of the leather she wears. One hand remains on Cullen, to steer and steady him, to touch him as he has touched her, delicate fingers finding and learning the lines of muscle, toned from years of training. She caresses his shoulders, his collar, and down further to his chest, even as she works on her own clothes with a single hand.
At least she is not the only one so desperate to be rid of what keeps them confined. ]