Fanfiction: Privacy Issues (Dragon Age: Inquisition)
Title: "Privacy Issues"
Status: Complete
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Cullen Rutherford/Male Inquisitor, Cullen Rutherford/Aiden Lavellan
Disclaimer: Copyright @ BioWare. No infringement intended.
Rating: K
Genre: established relationship, romance, slash, some humor
Warning: none
Summary: They truly needed to find a more private place to make out...
Privacy Issues
The Inquisitor was leaning on the crenel, looking out over the snowy plains that surrounded Skyhold. Red dusted his high cheekbones, contrasting with his vallaslin. It was hard to determine whether the cold, embarrassment, or rather amusement was the cause.
(Cullen would have loved to investigate the matter more closely, at an intimate distance, where warm skin and breath could mingle and be shared.)
"Yes?"
The Commander was known to be reasonable and level-headed to the point where that dwarven rogue Varric mocked him for being too serious. As such, the soldier was taken aback to hear a threatening undercurrent in his voice.
Blinking and swallowing thickly, he cast a glance to Messere Lavellan. With a sizable delay he realized how close the two men stood together, clothing and armor the slightest bit in disarray, despite the wintry temperatures.
"J-just doing my rounds, ser."
With that, he hurried off to report for his sentry duty, but not before the wind carried a little exchange after him that made his ears burn:
"Maker preserve me! We need to find a more private place."
"...the battlements were your idea."
"And you went along with it."
"Because your desk is sturdy yet far from what any sane person would deem comfortable."
"I do have a bed. You would be more than welcome to it."
"...atop which is a giant hole in the roof. Despite all the funds Josephine has poured into our renovation efforts, I might add."
"You're Dalish. Do you not prefer to sleep underneath the starry sky?"
"...are you implying my people are mere savages, roaming the wilds?"
"No! Maker, no! Aiden, I-I would never -"
There was the sound of a chuckle, followed by the noise of passionate kissing. With a sigh of relief the soldier entered the keep, welcoming its fleeting silence while he hurried on, towards the main gate.
The End
Status: Complete
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Cullen Rutherford/Male Inquisitor, Cullen Rutherford/Aiden Lavellan
Disclaimer: Copyright @ BioWare. No infringement intended.
Rating: K
Genre: established relationship, romance, slash, some humor
Warning: none
Summary: They truly needed to find a more private place to make out...
Privacy Issues
The Inquisitor was leaning on the crenel, looking out over the snowy plains that surrounded Skyhold. Red dusted his high cheekbones, contrasting with his vallaslin. It was hard to determine whether the cold, embarrassment, or rather amusement was the cause.
(Cullen would have loved to investigate the matter more closely, at an intimate distance, where warm skin and breath could mingle and be shared.)
"Yes?"
The Commander was known to be reasonable and level-headed to the point where that dwarven rogue Varric mocked him for being too serious. As such, the soldier was taken aback to hear a threatening undercurrent in his voice.
Blinking and swallowing thickly, he cast a glance to Messere Lavellan. With a sizable delay he realized how close the two men stood together, clothing and armor the slightest bit in disarray, despite the wintry temperatures.
"J-just doing my rounds, ser."
With that, he hurried off to report for his sentry duty, but not before the wind carried a little exchange after him that made his ears burn:
"Maker preserve me! We need to find a more private place."
"...the battlements were your idea."
"And you went along with it."
"Because your desk is sturdy yet far from what any sane person would deem comfortable."
"I do have a bed. You would be more than welcome to it."
"...atop which is a giant hole in the roof. Despite all the funds Josephine has poured into our renovation efforts, I might add."
"You're Dalish. Do you not prefer to sleep underneath the starry sky?"
"...are you implying my people are mere savages, roaming the wilds?"
"No! Maker, no! Aiden, I-I would never -"
There was the sound of a chuckle, followed by the noise of passionate kissing. With a sigh of relief the soldier entered the keep, welcoming its fleeting silence while he hurried on, towards the main gate.
The End