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jonogueira · 7 months

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Lavellan Inquisitor telling recently Romanced Cullen "Ar lath ma, vhenan" ("I love you, my heart") right before she leaves for a mission, but Cullen, not knowing Elven and it being too late to ask her cuz she already left, has to ask Solas to find out what it means

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I hope you like it, Anon! And sorry in advance if you don't!!!

I highly recommend listening to the song while reading. A reminder that English is not my native English.

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There’s heaviness in the air. Like a thick mist preventing the eyes from focusing on anything. Head in the water, stopping the ears from hearing any and all sounds. Just a muffled echo far away into the mountains.

There are snowflakes floating in the air. Falling on the ground and decorating the castle’s surroundings with a white blanket, foggy breath, and peacefulness.

The is a headache splitting his mind in two, and the temptation of the blue banging at the door. Calling a name, his name, with a tantalizing whisper. Making it hard to concentrate on anything but the heady sensation of blissfulness. Until,… well, until she stirs in his arms and places her small, warm hand on his chest. Filling his soul with hope and the flimsy certainty of better days. Her smile lights her eyes, and he can’t keep himself from doing the same.

The headache is gone for the moment. A reprieve he welcomes with open arms.

Open heart.

Without thinking, and finally with the recent freedom to do what he has wanted for so long, his hand lifts on its own accord and caresses her cheek. His thumb traces her lips, and he kisses them with a tenderness he never knew he possessed.

Since the first time he had seen her, he knew she was different. And day after day, she proves him right.

On the battlefield, in the war room, in his office, in his bed, his life, his heart.

He looks at her, and his heart swells again with pride and… and…

And love.

Because he loves her.

And at the same time, as he wants to give her his heart and soul, he is afraid of pushing her away, so he prays she stays for one more night and returns from one more mission. Wants him for one more time.

One last time.

He watches her get ready to leave him behind again. His brain reasons with him while his heart pleads. He is torn once again. He will always be torn.

She sits on the bed beside him and rests her hand on his face. Her parted lips smile at him, and he knows it won’t be the last time he will see them. At least, he hopes… it is all he can do while she is out there, putting her life at risk, and he sits in his office with his heart almost dying in worry.

He moves to say something, but a knock on the door gets their attention.

There is sadness in her eyes for a second before she hides it behind another smile. She bends to kiss him, and for a brief moment, he pours his heart into it, trying to convey how much he loves her because he does love her.

Maker! He does love that woman like he had never loved anyone before. He knew he would never love anyone like that again.

She places her forehead against his and whispers something he can’t understand, but it’s too late to ask what she means as she parts.

And so, again, for whatever time he has already given up counting, he watches her march out of his room, taking his soul with her.

He tries, prays, and pleads, but the thought of losing her creeps into his being, and he already hears the blue humming in the back of his mind.

He promises himself that nothing will stop him from confessing to her the next time he has her in his arms.

His back hits the cold mattress, and he closes his eyes, wishing he could go with her. To protect, to be there for whatever she needs.

One last deep breath, and he is up. If he can’t go with her, he can at least make sure she takes people who will do what he desperately wants to.

Dressed and with missives in hand, he heads to the war room. Keeping his mind busy is the best answer not to come up with the worst scenarios.

Walking past the rotunda, he sees Solas painting one more mural and singing to himself. The elven words falling from his lips remind Cullen of her words, and so he asks the other man for a quick translation he doesn’t really quite understand at that moment and continues on his way, leaving the wise man behind. What Cullen doesn’t see, though, is the soft smile on Solas's face before he resumes his work.

It isn’t until late at night that he realizes the words' true words, and he laughs and rejoices and is filled with tremendous hope and a certainty that everything will be alright.

His dreams are filled with them. Her words. A future together. A forever for them. For whatever long it lasts.

Her words are what keeps him afloat. Watching and waiting for her return… until…

Until the day comes, but she is nowhere to be found.

The party marches through the gates, and they scatter around before he can ask what the hell happened that she isn’t with them. His heart sinks into the depths of the earth. He feels his heart breaking and his soul shattering. The prickle in his eyes makes everything blurry and difficult to see. His first step is difficult, but he needs to reach her wherever she might be…

And he finally sees her.

His lungs fill with cold air, and he curses under his breath, not at her but at him. She is back; of course, she is.

Her face lights up when their eyes meet, and she walks to him.

He meets her halfway, and he does as he had promised himself. He ignores the curious eyes their way and kisses her. His arms press around her small figure and pull her close. He kisses her and then kisses her again. She is in his arms, and that is all that matters.

“Ar lath ma, Vhenan.” He hears himself whispering into her lips and watches as her eyes widen in surprise.

“Ar lath ma, Vhenan.” She kisses him again, and he feels complete.

Now there isn’t a blue whispering in the back of his mind. There are only her words floating in the air every time he closes his eyes.

Ar lath ma, vhenan.

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Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading!

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my-st0ff · 11 months

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Something Soft and Delicate

Chapter Two

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x female reader

Chapter Song: Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want (Deftones Version) - Deftones (lyrics in bold)

"Isn't this wonderful?"

A husky, tired voice flows across your shoulder into your ear - emitting from your newly wed husband who had been acting as your big spoon and caressing your bare skin to help you wake up with his head placed perfectly so that he could peck at your lower neck constantly for the past five minutes or so. So you tiredly responded with "hm?"

Cullen: "Good times for a change"

You: "Yes... it is rather lovely"

You speak through a cheesy grin, eyes still shut.

Cullen: "It's just, neither of us have been very well off and... I'm so glad I found you y/n. So for once in my life I feel... so safe"

You: "And you deserve to, Sweetheart"

You turn over in his arms so that you can face him.

You: "See, the luck you've had, can make a good man turn bad... and you've done nothing but remain my big, strong pure man"

A devilish smile creeps across your lips toward the end of your sentence as you squeeze his bicep. Making him giggle and his ears to turn a little red.

You: "How on Thedas do I still make you blush, Cullen?"

Cullen: "Oh I've never dealt well with compliments from pretty women. I'm not sure that will ever change"

He grins.

You: "Aww, thought you'd be bored of me by now"

You smile half joking. His gaze softens.

Cullen: "You? Never."

He slowly leans in and kisses you gently with feather-touch lips. His sweet, low voice hatching butterflies deep in your tummy. His large arms envelop you.

Cullen: "Maker has finally Let me get what I want... lord knows it's the first time"

Your soft round eyes look up at him similar to a puppies yearning gaze as one hand of yours begins to utilise it's fingers in caressing Cullen's naked chest. You go to reassure him.

You: "Cullen you- darlin' are you too hot?"

Your eyes flicker between the several licks of sweat rolling down his forehead and cheeks.

Cullen: "I feel a little flushed"

His eyes apear glazed over, giving him away as he tries his hardest to maintain his composure. You start to shuffle away and sit up a bit.

You: "I'll get you a cold flannel"

You go to push yourself off the bed and onto your feet when you feel a clammy hand grip your wrist.

Cullen: "no, don't go"

His doughy eyes pleed more intensely than his words ever could. You do your best to remain stoic.

You: "it's the withdrawals is it not?"

You state matter-of-factly. Referring to his recovering stater due to being in the process of quitting lyrium.

Cullen: "it doesn't matter y/n. I won't let the first few days of our marriage be spoiled by this"

You: "don't say silly things like that. Nothing will be spoiled my sweet"

You smile tenderly and float out the room to find a flannel.

Once you return with a damp, wet flannel and a bottle of medicine with a complimentary teaspoon your met with a trembling Cullen who's sat on top of the covers in his underwear with a cold sweat tormenting the surface of his soft skin. You sit beside him and carefully place the flannel on his forehead as he twitches and occasionally whimpers. Then you unscrew the bottle of medicine and raise the teaspoon.

Cullen: "Let me, let me, let me"

Cullen commands rapidly, almost frantically. You, without a second thought hand him the glass bottle and spoon to which he mucks up the execution of the pouring gesture. Immediately realising you were too soon to let him do it himself, you take the spoon and bottle back slowly and cautiously and place it on the bedside table all the while Cullen curses under his breath.

Cullen: "I'm so sorry y/n"

You: "shh shh shh"

You cup his cheek and peck at his forehead.

You: "I'll just change the bedding tonight, okay?"

Cullen 'mhm's and nods, looking down still with an essence of shame. You let a few drops fill out the teaspoon and then bring the pads of your index and middle finger to lift his chin. His eyes fall shut and you instinctively brush the palm of your hand up the side of his face so that he leans into your touch.

You: "open"

You mumble softly and his trembling lips part so that you can spoon the medicine into his mouth.

You: "that'll help with the sweats"

You twirl the hair that flops over his face between your fingers.

Cullen: "Yes I- I'm feeling a little better already so, y/n... so please please please don't worry about me. Just give me a little bit and then we can carry on... celebrating"

He smirks at 'celebrating'. You smile back.

You: "You wanna tell me how your feeling?"

You ask as you shuffle yourself into a comfortable position next to him to make sure he doesn't get too hot. You lock your fingers with his as he begins to explain the best he can. You shut your eyes, deciding to let him mumble himself to sleep (as he would most definitely agree to go back to sleep if you were to outright tell him to).

Cullen: "This time is nowhere as bad as last time I got this..."

He rubs his temple and winces. His eyes shut and words lazy.

Cullen: "do you know what's rather odd about it, y/n?"

You: "what's that?"

Cullen: "I haven't had a dream in a long time and I feel like it's definitely somewhat related"

You: "how interesting"

Soon enough his sentences gave out halfway through until there was a complete absence of them. Replaced by soft snores and quiet whistles from his nose.

Chapter Three:

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rpgchoices · 4 months

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The List randomizer is really creating the most unfair choices for us!!

(generak post here / tag for all round one polls here)

Choose which one of these two romances will get to the next roun!

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star--nymph · 2 months

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the Inquisitor sends the Commander off with her blessing

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longlivetheinquisition · 2 months

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#romance #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #dai #cullen rutherford #blackwall #sera dragon age #solas #egg head #cassandra pentaghast #josephine montilyet #iron bull #dorian pavus

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lulii999 · 1 year

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So, Commander Cullen, am I right?? 🫠🫠

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rhbrand · 2 months

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I love this scene.

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dreadfulsanity · 7 months

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The men in my life...

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artxssa · 2 months

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I´m in Dragon Age hell again, help-

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minthara · 5 months

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For years that anger blinded me. I'm not proud of the man that made me.

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thisiskatedee · 2 years

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“When the time comes, you will be thrown into his path again. Andraste preserve me, I must send you to him.”

A little ramen noodle head boy from DAI for y’all

Swordtember piece from this year. The prompt was candle 🕯️

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my-st0ff · 1 year

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Something Soft and Delicate

Chapter One

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x human female rogue inquisitor reader

Chapter Song: Jack the Ripper - Morrissey (lyrics in bold)

Summary: Set after the events of Dragon Age Inquisition where the inquisitor (you) has completed the Cullen romance.

A beautiful and private ceremony for just the two of you went incredibly, you can now both call one another husband and wife. Something Cullen had always wished to find with another. For now, the two of you can rest, finally not in the midst of war. But Cullen still carries fear and dread on his tired shoulders and you are tormented by your past.

You couldn't have even dreamt of such a gorgeous ceremony. You'd been to a wedding, just one, to assassinate the bride for a bounty... something that haunted you quite often. This sort of jarred your perception of how a wedding could be, you'd since subconsciously associated weddings with bloodshed. As you had no previous experience. Cullen had taught you once again the beauty in something you thought to be unimportant or 'not for you'. Another thing that Cullen had taught you was that as soon as you had stepped through the doors of the Haven Chantry you were a new individual, because you were no longer backed into a corner and fit-ting in rage like you had been your entire life. The bounty hunter lifestyle was one you had grown comfortable in, as comfortable as one can be. You'd lived it for a solid 9 years, after you and Cullen had to part once again... after you'd lost everything again.

You and Cullen grew up together, him - an aspiring soldier, more than excited to protect and provide, a bright yet quite shy kid. This military interest of his kept him bullied most of his childhood. You on the other hand, a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed young lass with a rebellious twinge in her aswell as your constant chomping at the bitt to explore. You didn't have a plan - as Cullen did - growing up you dreamt of adventures alongside a horse and a lover, Cullen to be specific. You'd always loved him, your first love as was his as you both confessed to one another at age 17 and his 18. One year, one beautiful year where you felt nothing could ever dent the purest of joys you held in your soul now that you and Cullen had decided to stick together as more than just the strong unit you were before but as passionate lovers with the dream of pursuing your lives hand-in-hand. Before you knew it your, what you called for years after, silly teenage fantasies were crushed and cursed. Brutally so. Cullen left to join the military miles upon miles away at just 19. He told you the line of work he was pursuing was to put him in frequent danger and he was doing this to protect you and your heart, those being his very words as he left you. No promise to write or visit, ending everything just like that. Right after this was when you realised your absence of planning for your future was crashing down on you, collapsing and suffocating you. You had unsupportive parents and were mainly raised by yourself or spent your time with Cullen's family - after he was gone you never visited them again, you felt you shouldn't. Though it was mostly selfish, you didn't want to see them knowing you couldn't ever see him again, it would hurt far too much. You spent a lot of time on the streets, squatting and pursuing bounties for cash to keep yourself alive. You found it easy work with your trained agility and precision with a bow aswell as a set of daggers. After the uprising of darkspawn attacks you were undeniably worried for the safety of the man you no longer knew, but not enough to do anything about, you had yourself to look out for and that was all now. All was as good as it could be until you received a hit request from an aware government official who had taken note of your work of a soldier working in quite a far area from the city you usually reside in - you never usually took hit requests the prize was unreal, enough for you to even start over again. It didn't you long to realise this slimebag you were hunting who had infiltrated the army was working in close quarters with Cullen Rutherford. You did everything you could to prevent your paths from crossing and were successful all the way up until you had finished the job and were planning on leaving to go back home the next morning. That very night hell broke loose in the Tower of Magi, you knew full well Cullen was in that tower, you'd overheard the operation being discussed previously when getting a gage of the military camp earlier in the night before you killed the hit. Instinct fully took over, you ran shooting first and thinking later into that tower to find a weak, terrified Cullen. He teared up at the sight of you and took convincing to believe you were truly there. Everything that he and the other templars had done disgusted you to your core, and even though you knew Cullen was afraid and never wanted any of this, you couldn't excuse it but most of all, after he begged you to, you couldn't stay. This money you were soon to receive was about to change your life forever and you refused to give it all up for someone now, it was too late. Upon returning you soon learnt you were being deceived by the shady individual who had plans to kill you once the job was done in order to avoid the promised payment. You survived but stripped of everything of the very little you had. Back to bounty hunting and misery. For 9 years you never lived, just survived. Until the day you gained the mark and once again, perhaps fatefully, your paths crossed.

"sweetheart?"

And with a single sound emitted from the warm chest of the love of your life you were home, say from the suffocating depths of your thoughts.

You: "sorry, drifting off"

A smile breaks the concern on his face and one of his hands flees from the reigns of his beloved and pampered clydesdale horse 'Destrier' to cup over one of the hands of yours that gripped so tightly around his waist. He rode you both slowly, still in your dress and he in his suit.

Cullen: "something on your mind"

You: "how could there be, I just married the greatest man in all of Thedas"

You smile with a small huff of a laugh and lean your head forward to rest on his shoulder. His eyes maintaining forward with most of the motion as he turns to place a quick kiss to your temple.

Cullen: "you must have me mistaken"

He laughs

You: "not as far as I know"

You peck at his shoulder a few times

You: "so, why don't you just tell me where we're headed hm?"

He smirks

Cullen: "I refuse"

You: "Cullennn"

You whine

You: "it's getting late"

You add as the sunset on the horizon catches your eye

Cullen: "oh, you don't care if it's late, don't play at that"

He smiles, loving every moment of your anticipation.

You: "and you don't care if your lost"

You laugh

Cullen: "oh y/n, we're not lost"

He rolls his eyes

Cullen: "I promise you'll love it"

You: "how are you so sure"

Cullen: "I know you"

He reassures you in the gentlest of tones. He had, in the most literal sense, pulled you away not so graciously almost immediately after the ceremony had ended into the saddle of his far too conveniently close-by horse for this to be unplanned or on impulse. He sat with his arm extended to pull you up without a word of permission, you don't agree, but you don't refuse and evidently followed him up and we're led here.

Cullen: "But tonight you presume too much"

You: "presume?"

Cullen: "your all tense... darling I promise you I am not going to ruin any aspect of our wedding night"

You: "I know, I know... I trust you"

Not so many trots later and you had reached what seemed to be a dead end, screwing up your face in confusion at the stone wall covered unforgivingly in vines and other colourful plants. Cullen dismounted without a word and, similar to how he had previously ushered you onto the horse, placed his hand in view for you to take and be escorted off of the back of Destrier. You took it and carefully lowered yourself, making sure to avoid any and all dirty or muddy spots to save your elegant gown.

You: "are we... here?"

He smirks

Cullen: "almost"

He, instead of letting go of your hand when you were safely on the ground, leads you gently forward whilst his other hand reaches toward a clump of vine. Boggling you. Cullen pulls away a few spots of plant to reveal a mystical-looking hidden archway within the wall. He looks back at you with unmatched giddiness.

Cullen: "come on, don't be shy"

He tugs playfully and moves forward through the arch at an upped speed. You giggled and followed through to a small, desolate and abandoned balcony, sitting on a cliff that eyed what seemed like all of Thedas. The now starry sky stretched across the most perfect view you had ever witnessed, your heart fluttering madly.

You: "oh... my... I have no words"

Cullen: "I hope it's not boring- I- there's not much to do but every now and then I come here to watch the night sky- I thought you'd appreciate it"

The tips of his ears turning brighter than before, you cupped both of his hands in yours before drowning yourself in his moonlight-filled deep brown and doughy eyes.

You: "this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen"

Cullen: "I- I'm so glad"

You smiled uncontrollably at one another before you pulled away to close the gab between you and the broken down walling protecting you from the ledge.

Cullen: "careful, this place is old"

You could soak up this view for hours and it would still be impossible to not be able to find something new to look at. Cullen took a few steps toward you but kept his distance. He watched you, he found doing so irresistible. Every inch of yourself bathed in moonlight, he'd never seen something so perfect and pure, he'd never loved someone or something so much in his life. He wished everyday that he could take back all those years he spent away, he wished he could have just swallowed his pride and lived them out with you. But as of this moment, none of it mattered. You were here with him now and he couldn't have asked for anything more. His hand trails softly down your upper arm until it reaches your wrist and slowly works to your fingertips. He massages and caresses your hand whilst your head stays faced outwards to the landscape.

Cullen: "I love you"

You finally turn back to him

You: "I love you... more than anything darling"

His tender and needing eyes beg for you. You take a step or two closer so that you could fold your arms around his shoulders, one hand naturally landing in his perfectly groomed hair as your lips land automatically onto his. He pushes for the kiss to be delicate, not wanting to force anything but you egg him on as you deepen said kiss. The kiss becomes more and more indulgent and it's oh so soon before Cullen begins to hum and whimper little affirmations of content into your mouth. He'd always done this when you kissed, he never really could help it. The whole action of being able to kiss you was all so pleasant for him that he had no other way of expressing himself other than non-worded small noises. He'd done the same with most of your affectionate touches, whenever youd carress his sore back or run a few fingers through his hair upon greeting him. His hands lay gently on your hips. He'd also always been a little shy when it came to his way of physical effection, he desperately wanted to be close with you but was just so wrapped up in his irrational worries of you not recuperating this. You moved your hands to his and usher him to squeeze a little more. Eventually he began to work his hands around your hips and waist. Your set of fingers that are not in his hair end up by his torso, squeezed between your warm bodies. Your index and thumb rimming around a button on his shirt that sat close to the centre of his chest after your hand had worked it's way within his blazer. Undoing said blazer with such a discreet motion that once he felt your hand underneath another layer of fabric his heart skipped a little in wonderful suprise. You pull your lips just an inch or two away from his so that you could mutter to him:

You: "I want you"

Cullen opens his eyes finally to reveal a dazed look in each brown pool that made him almost look drunk. Upon take a step back you noticed just how much brilliant torment you'd caused his what was before perfect presentation. His hair pointing in jags in different directions; his cheeks with a light rose tinge and his blazer now just hanging onto his body.

Cullen: "I know a place-"

You cut him off

You: "absolutely not, we're going home to our warm bed"

You smile

You: "come on it's not all that long of a ride"

You add and with unmatched willpower push yourself off of Cullen and toward the same way you entered the hideout.

Cullen: "whatever you want darling- I just thought... I just need you..."

His voice gruff on the last addition to his sentence, making you look back into his needy eyes. You take a few steps back towards him and tease him with a peck on the lips, leaving him leaning foward towards an absence of reciprocation.

You: "don't worry, I'll get us home quick. And if it's the last thing I ever do, I'm going to give you what you need tonight"

You smile light-heartedly, fully aware of his urgent state and yet still toying a little.

Once upon Destrier (you had insisted on taking the reigns, joking that he'd detour the two of you, but Cullen demanded childishly that he take control) your arms seemed to keep creeping further and further around his torso as Cullen rode at just a bit over a medium pace. Your hands explored his core, noticing and lingering on where you could feel his rapid heartbeat aswell as where his tender stomach lifted and fell shakily. You moved your head forward towards this and placed a peck to his temple and then to his ear. Soon you were nibbling gently at the shell and lobe of Cullen's left ear, causing his pants to now be rather audible. A small whine escaped him.

You: "what's the matter baby?"

You play in a whisper, the hot air from your lips landing on the inner shell of his ear with little to no travel between as you sat your face painfully close to his.

Cullen: "I- nothing I-... this is rather embarrassing"

You: "hm?"

You momentarily question before both of your hands had driven down his body enough to land by his lap, noticing the not very discreet bulge sitting not so comfortably within his smart trousers.

You: "oh sweetheart, there's nothing to be embarrassed about"

You add, one of your hands now caressing the mound gently, making him jitter and let out a short, stuttered moan and then a chain of stuttered, shaky sighs. The sight of Skyhold working into view for the both of you was the best relief Cullen could ask for. He rode Destrier erratically into the stables before leaping off immediately and hauling you down afterwards, making you let out a small squeak of suprise and then a few little giggles as he held you in his effortlessly strong grip. Carrying you bridal style in a pace straight into the stairwell that led to your shared room. Upon peeking upwards you were met with a determined and straight face heading straight forwards with just a few specks of sweat. His jaw twitching. Once finally in the bedroom he all but drops you down onto the bed. Standing above you, you grab at his shirt collar and slowly pull his upper body towards your face. Breathing hot air between one another but denying contact. Suddenly, he swiftly, but still making an effort to be gentle, pulls your hand by the wrist away from him.

Cullen: "no more teasing"

He says in a husky tone, an excited smirk soon growing in place of your dominating glare. Cullen was gaining confidence and for this you were gaining lust. He leans down at his chosen above medium pace and begins to kiss and tooth just a little at your neck and collarbone in almost an animalistic manor. His heavy pants very audible. He crashes into your arms, you bringing them up underneath his arms and allowing your fingers to dig into the region of his back around his shoulder blades whilst he holds himself at a perfect level of elevation so that he can bury his mouth and nose into the crook of your neck whilst not burdening you with his whole weight by leaning on his lower arms sat by each side of your head. He hums with pleasure into your skin. His body all-together is working up yours, him still on his feet for the most part. Your legs separate and cling around his waist to allow him to shuffle himself up against you, beginning to gently rut into you, needy. Small gasps (in the sense that he was genuinely surprised at how good the little contact felt) and 'mm's began to escape his lips, quiet but close to your ear, as he subtly humped into you. One hand of his lifts up for a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt, whilst doing this he kisses first at your lips and then down your jawline and behind your ear to your neck and then works his way around the area repeatedly. Cullen was completely in a trance, under your spell if you will, unless you were to command to stop or to whack him on the back of the head in more violent terms he would happily be in this state with you forever. Though happy wasn't enough, he needed absolute ecstasy, and Cullen's ecstasy had been found on both of the two occasions you had layed together before. Once not so soon before your final battle and once when you managed to sneak away at the party afterwards, in a way that made you appear similar to a pair of loved up teenagers, it was so nice to make up for the time you lost when you were infact the prime age for those shenanigans.

Cullen was soon unbuckling his belt, his lips attached to yours. You'd managed to slip and shuffle out of your gown with a bit of hand-sy help aswell as your underwear. He desperately pulled off his underwear, it was almost humorous. Before you knew it he was standing above you once again, his hands by each side of your head so he was still leant over you but now there was a big enough gap between your faces for a strong eye contact. His brows contorted downwards of the inner sides, closest to his nose.

Cullen: "may I?"

You nod your head over a few times excitedly with a smile which soon spreads to him. You reach out your hands and cup his face so you can comfort him a small rub of your thumb on one of his cheekbones as the sudden waves of pleasure crash into him whilst pushing himself slowly into you and also so you can watch his face contort as he does so. As the tip pushes into you he immediately lets out a shaky sigh, his eyes falling shut for a moment and his mouth hung wide but he soon flickers them open once more to maintain eye contact.

You: "good boy, that's it"

Your thumb begins to caress as you'd planned. He pushes in further and bites his bottom lip painfully hard in response. More intense whines escape him and his chest stutters with every slow rise and fall. He sits for a moment when you gasp, not even fully in, he's hit a very sensitive spot of yours.

You: "all the way, that's it"

You reassure in a high tone, your mouth now gaped also. With this reassurance he pushes in excruciatingly slow, at the fear of hurting you, until his balls make contact with your skin. He slowly sinks into your again, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He slowly begins to work himself in and out, moans and pants squeezing out of him every second. You bring one hand to his hair and stroke it comfortingly and the other to one of his big arms so that you could hold onto it for your own comfort.

You: "good boy, does that feel nice?"

You mewl

Cullen: "mm- mhm"

He moans in response

Cullen: "your amazing... your amazing to me"

He adds in a pant. One of his hands has now made its way to your clit to rub slow circles on the most sensitive nub that sat in the centre .

You: "o-oh god, Cullen"

Cullen: "I know baby"

He responds as he begins to thrust his hips into you quite a bit faster than before.

You: "m-more, please"

These words escape your lips without a second thought, suddenly you'd just spoken them and even shocked yourself. Cullen stops moving his hips for just a moment so that he can fully stand above you again, you still laying comfortably before him on the edge of the bed. His shimmering-with-sweat brow furrows in focus and his lips disappear, folded inwards. A similar face to as he makes when carefully inking a letter or organising most things work related. A concentrated look that only you had ever been able to break with your distracting self. But this time, the thing he was focusing so hard on was the rhythmic flow of his hips reaching the perfect angle that made your squeal and jolt in place as he began moving faster than you'd ever had him before. The noises you were emitting were terribly gorgeous to Cullen and he couldn't help himself but to want more and more, even though his movement felt so so incredibly good to him and if kept up was going to end things for him all too early. His moans were now the loudest you'd ever heard and the tenseness of his lower stomach indicated exactly what was happening. You had no issue with this though as Cullen seemed to presume, you were not far from the same and you wanted to be stable enough to keep your eyes wide open and glued to his expressions when he came. Cullen was beyond overwhelmed and his stomach was growing achy and legs tired.

Cullen: "darling- t-too much, too much"

Were the only words he could possibly produce as he began slowing again.

You: "ssh, it's okay, it's okay"

You manage through trembling lips and sit yourself up, keeping yourself positioned so that he could remain inside of you but you could wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his. His hands instinctively gripped your waist and you hear him gulp hard, you could hear every little noise his body was emitting perfectly from this close.

You: "let me do the work baby"

You coo and begin the roll your hips onto his, moans uncontrollably vibrating from your bitten lips. You caressed your fingers up and down the back of his neck with one hand and used the other to support yourself by having it wrapped fully around his back and gripping to the shoulder on the other side from behind. Your fairly slow movements were working you both to the very edge of release.

Cullen: "I- your gonna make me-"

You, in a silent response, rut yourself into him faster until Cullen goes for a deep inhale but instead his breath is hitched and his mind goes fuzzy. His hands grip painfully hard on your hips, possibly bruising. Once he can breathe again the most lewd moan you'd ever heard escaped his chest followed by a string of frantic and high pitched 'I love you, I love you's. You grip his shoulder tight as his blissful-to-watch orgasm pushes you right over and your hit with a gorgeous release that has your squealing into his chest once your head had flopped onto his chest in surrender.

You: "o-oh baby"

You cry, actual tears escaping you now with the intensity of the feeling you were finally working down from.

For a moment, the two of you panted into one another, your head now risen again to press foreheads. The silence was broken by a small, breathy giggle that emitted from Cullen. You reciprocated.

Cullen: "your... too good for me"

He puts, one of your hand working down to intertwine fingers with one of his.

You: "you and I both know that's far from the truth"

You respond and place a tender, vulnerable kiss to his soft and still trembling lips.

You: "you did so good for me, sweetheart"

A flushed smile lands on his face, he never failed to become overly joyous and flushed at praise from you. You begin to shuffle backwards on the bed. Cullen takes the absent-of-word invite and follows to snuggle himself next to you. As you were both a little too sweaty to wrap yourself in duvet you rather placed a throw over the two of your still-exposed bodies. You'd never felt so comfortable around someone as you were with Cullen, comfortable to be vulnerable and true to yourself, your real self. Not the woman you'd had to portray for so many years in self defence. The little tip of Cullen's soft nose soon found itself nuzzling at your collar bone before his content and tired face found a comfortable spot to lay itself upon your pillow closely to your face. His eyes already shut. One of his hands found itself ever so comfy on your boob as the other played softly with your hair. You turned your head to place one gentle kiss to his creased forehead.

You: "I love you, ya, know that?"

Cullen: "more than anything"

He answers shortly, making your heart flutter. Not having to word the obvious for you to understand. He'd often answer you with this phrase and it never failed to bring a cheesy smile to the next however long of your day or night. Whenever you'd catch him and give the quick "I love you" and instead of the automatic "love you too" he'd more than often but less than always respond with "more than anything”. Your mind drifted over this very fact for quite a while, subconsciously sending you to sleep.

Chapter Two:

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