Dragon Age Fic: Corrections - Josephine/M!Inquisitor (NC-17) 9/?
Title: Corrections
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Rating: Adult
Character/Pairing: Josephine/M!Inquisitor
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Smut, romance, angst, fluff.
Summary: Josephine and Maxwell Travelyan met for the first time at Lady Trevelyan’s summer ball when they were young adults. Now, a decade later and Max is the Herald and Josephine his Ambassador.
Notes: Another Dragon Age Kink Meme prompt with a life of it’s own. A WIP. Damn.
Her father left the next day, promising to return and with her mother this time.
She spent the day working.
Trying to work at least.
It was hard not to think about how her life had both dramatically changed and remained the same in the last day. The world was still under the threat of Corypheus, she was still the Ambassador, she still missed her mother. But now she was engaged to be married, to a man she loved, and had a lot to look forward to.
Assuming they saved the world.
Instead of working she was thinking about all of that. Thinking about her father’s long trip back to Antiva, her mother waiting for him. She was thinking about her engagement to Maxwell, thinking about how Leliana had helped him, given him the idea. She was thinking about the man himself, probably training somewhere or in the tavern with Bull and Krem, or even working on his own paperwork.
Thinking about going to see him and talking to him.
Kissing him.
She wasn’t getting anything done.
She persevered though, at least until Leliana came to find her.
“Josie? Why are you here?” she asked, walking into the room and letting her hood drop. She settled on the edge of the desk - Maxwell’s usual seat - and smiled.
“I’m working.”
“The Inquisitor is waiting for you,” she said, “I can hear him pacing his chambers from here.”
“You cannot,” Josephine scoffed and Leliana laughed.
“Perhaps not, but why are you down here and not up there with him making more interesting noises?”
“Leliana!”
“Josie, why are you avoiding him? You should’ve gone with him the moment your father left,” she said. “Are you worried now Lord Montilyet is gone he will change his mind?”
“A little,” she admitted, “but I’m more afraid that I will change my mind.” Leliana laughed, light and merry, and Josephine smiled. “Is that so foolish?” she asked.
“No,” Leliana said, moving around the desk to pull Josephine to her feet. “But you know your heart Josie, and you know his.”
Josephine smiled and let Leliana take the quill she was holding, dropping it onto her desk.
“Go and talk to him dear friend,” she said. “He’s waited long enough.”
“Thank you,” she said.
Leliana kissed her on the cheek before she left the office, leaving Josephine standing in her office. She gave herself a moment to breathe before she left herself, only just managing not to run all the way to his room.
He was sitting at his desk staring at the wall, a quill forgotten and dropped to the floor.
“Maxwell?” she said softly.
He jumps at her voice, turning round and smiling at her, almost leaping out of his chair and rushing over to her. He kissed her on the lips and she felt her fears melt away as he wrapped her arms around her.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” he said, pulling back a step but keeping her in his embrace. “I thought perhaps you had changed your mind.”
“I thought perhaps I had also,” she admitted. “I was just nervous. Am still a little.”
“You don’t need to be nervous Josie,” he said, pulling her close again, “we don’t have to do anything, I just want to be with you.”
“No I’m not nervous about that -”
“You’re not?” he said, “I am!”
“You are?”
“I’ve been trying to get into your smalls and prove I’ve learnt more for the past eight months!” he said. “I’m terrified I’ll be a let down.”
“Do you love me Maxwell?” she asked.
“Of course, more than the world my dear.”
She blushed a little at the endearment, kissing him chastely.
“Then you could never let me down,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him over to the bed. She sat him down, and moved to sit next to him, a hand on his leg.
“Why are you nervous my love?” he asked.
“There is so much to think about, to talk about. What if we disagree?” she said. “If we had only just met, then it wouldn’t matter but I love you so much that -”
He laughed.
“My love we are going to disagree.”
“I mean about serious things. Like where we will live. Or if we will have children.”
“I don’t care as long as you are happy Josie,” he said. “I want children, as many as you can bear and I will live here in Skyhold, or in Antiva, or Ostwick - wherever you like my love.”
She smiled.
“As many children as I can bear?” she asked, with a wicked grin.
“Absolutely, we may need to get started now,” he said, pulling her into his lap. She chuckled, shifting so that she was straddling him.
“No, no children before we are married. My parents would never forgive you.”
“Me? What about you?”
“They love me. I am their eldest. The most successful. They will blame you and you will never hear the end of it I can promise you this.”
“Then no children before we are wed. Let’s go get married.”
She kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I am taking herbs, and will continue until we are married, properly, in Skyhold.”
“Here?” he asked, kissing down to her neck, nipping at the soft skin there. She groaned, tipping her head to the side.
“Less arguments if it is somewhere neutral,” she murmured.
“Good idea,” he said, against her skin. “Let’s talk more about it later.”
“If you insist my lord.”
“I do my lady.”
He chuckled and she started to undo the buttons on his beige shirt, pulling it open so she could run her hands up and under the thin tunic he wore beneath it. He was much harder than she remembered, skin taut over large muscles, scars dotted here and there that were rough beneath her fingers. He let her pull the tunic over his head and throw it aside, and she took a proper look at him. His skin was a little darker than she remembered, he was broader and when she looked up his face he was smirking.
“Like what you see?” he said and she blushed.
“You are beautiful,” she said. “I…am not so much.”
He scoffed then, moved his hands to her waist to fiddle with the sash there and she wondered how often he had been trying to figure out how to remove her clothing because he was very good at it. He pulled the sash away and started at her buttons.
“I must disagree my lady,” he said.
“I am no longer 19.”
“I would not want you to be,” he said, reaching the last button. “You don’t see it do you? The way some of people here look at you. Bull and Maryden. Or Cullen?”
“Cullen?” she squeaked, surprised the Commander looked at her in any way other than a colleague and friend.
“They want you Josie,” he mumbled into the exposed skin of her upper chest and she shivered. “Almost as much as I do.”
She gasped and let him pull open her blouse, revealing her upper body and breast band to his eyes. She want to cover up suddenly, her body tensing slightly. She was nervous of this she realised, a little at least. Without a word he pulled her blouse closed, smiling softly.
“I want you to be comfortable.”
“I am not some blushing virgin for makers sake,” she said, opening it again and shaking it off.
“This was apparent when we first met, my love,” he said, with that cocky grin.
She rolled her eyes and started to unwind her breast-band. She dropped it on the floor and looked back at his face. Gone was the confident and cocky man, replaced by the man who loved her.
Revered her.
“Maxwell,” she moaned softly. “Touch me.”
He smiled, placing his hands on her waist, thumbs stroking the skin there as he leaned forward to kiss her again. She sighed as a hand smoothed up her body, teasing the underside of her breast before cupping it in his large hand. She moaned at the feel of her hardening nipple, his fingers grasping gently at her flesh.
“You beautiful,” he muttered into her neck, nipping the skin again. “Fucking gorgeous.”
He bent his head and pressed a kiss to her breast before swiping his tongue over her nipple. She cried out at that first touch, his mouth all heat and wet and when he sucked it deeper into his mouth she grasped the back of his head and held him to her breast. As he sucked he swirled his tongue and she felt her hips stutter forward into his of their own accord and he chuckled.
“Eager my love,” he asked, moving his lips to her other breast and she cried out again, the swirl of his tongue making her hips stutter forward again and she could feel his bulge beneath his trousers. She didn’t answer, pulling his head back away from her and she kissed him hard, nipping his bottom lip hard.
He growled and lifted her up the shock of it making her squeal as he rose to his feet and on instinct she wrapped her legs around his waist to balance herself. She felt pretty secure though as he spun her around and placed her on the bed, settling between her legs. He groaned pressing his erection into her centre and she pressed back, the two of them starting up a quick rhythm for a moment.
“Oh heavens,” she gasped, “Maxwell please.”
“I’m going to make you scream Josie,” he growled in her ear.
“Promises, promises my love,” she said, a little more breathless than she would’ve like . He chuckled, nipping her lobe quickly before moving off her body. She moaned softly as he started to pull away her skirts and leggings, dumping them on the floor and looking over her bronze body. She smiled, reaching out for him and he squeezed her hand before dipping down to lick over her centre.
Josephine gasped and pressed her hips up for more.
He ran a finger over her dark hair and into the wet heat of her body. She tried to shove her whole body up so the finger was where she wanted it to be, but he moved a hand to hold her down at the hip.
“Ah ah Josie.”
“Josephine,” she hissed as he pressed his fingers deep into the flesh of her hip. She liked it, too much she realised, the strength he had in his hands alone. She would have bruises come tomorrow.
“Even now?” he grumbled into her heat.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Even now. Maxwell.”
He smirked and bent his head once more to lap at her, running his tongue over the length of her and making her shudder at the rough feel. He held her thighs apart, those strong fingers pressing into the flesh of her legs. She wanted to tell him to press harder, to dig deeper into her but couldn’t quite get her words out, only moans and whines. He pushed apart her folds with his strong tongue, teasing her entrance and she groaned, it was good, good and she wanted more. She wriggled again, the lower half of her body shifting and shaking and he pushed inside slowly, making her cry out. More, she had to have more and she didn’t need to tell him that. His tongue was replaced by a thick finger, sliding into her heat and she bucked up slightly, taking him deeper into her body. She gasped and he circled her clit with his tongue, her hips rotating ever so gently with the rhythm, her eyes closing as she gave into him.
She whimpered as her pressed another finger into her body and she felt a fullness through her, a ripple of pleasure going up her spine.
“Max-well,” she moaned.
“More?” he asked but she couldn’t quite answer and he pressed a third finger into her, harder than she expected and it took her breath away slightly. He barely gave her body time to adjust to the stretch before shoving a fourth into her slick body and she cried out. He paused and she was worried he would pull out, pull away when she wanted more, but instead he bent his head and started sucking on her clit He started to fuck her with all four fingers, not that she really needed fucking, not at all, and she felt it, felt absolutely everything. Her body gripped him tight and she could feel every nick and bump on his skin as he moved.
It wasn’t going to take long, she could feel it, hard and fast like his movements. It shook through her and she wanted to scream but then the way his tongue swirled around her clit took her breath away.
“Max,” she managed to get out, his name more like a squeal as her body shuddered and then he curled his fingers she did scream, unsure how, unsure if she could even stop the noise as she came hard around his fingers, her clit throbbing in his mouth.
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t stop lapping at her clit or moving her fingers and she cried out, trying to find the strength to lift her hands and push him away or pull her closer. She wasn’t sure, she couldn’t think, and he started to suck harder at her clit and it was too much, too much.
Too much.
Josephine was pretty sure she blacked out.
For the first time ever.
She batted away Maxwell’s hands, pressing a hand against his forehead. He lifted his head, face covered in her slick come, smiling at her.
“Careful,” she moaned.
“I’m not done Josie,” he said.
“No, you’re done. I’m done. I can’t.”
She could see he was was thinking of ignoring her, but then she slowly felt him pull his fingers slowly from her body. Carefully, carefully, bit by bit and she whimpered a little. She was going to be sore tomorrow.
She was going to love it.
“Sorry,” he said, “was that too much?” he asked.
“Maker no, please,” she took a deep breath, “that was amazing my love.”
He shifted up to kiss her on the the lips, soft and she wrapped her arms around him.
“You were amazing,” he said. “I love you.”
“When I am able to think clearly again we will continue,” she said, pushing her hips up into the erection she could feel pressing into her thigh.
“No need,” he said. “It can wait.”
She laughed, she loved this man, would always love this man, she kissed him again.
“But I cannot.”