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Nayah was so exhausted. Rift after rift was sealed, a few giants were killed, she dodged a dragon, red Templars sucked, and shard gathering sucked even worse…
Yeah, she was utterly pooped when she returned to Skyhold late in the evening. Cullen smiled and greeted her at the gate as he usually did now that their relationship was fairly public knowledge. Even after Corypheus’ defeat, there was still work to be done around southern Thedas. Work that was best suited to the well-established inquisition.
“Alright everyone, get some rest; we’re heading back out in two days.” Her crew nodded and scurried to their chosen place of rest. Cullen quietly slipped the backpack off Nayah’s shoulder to carry it for her.
“How are you?” He asked as he placed a gentle hand at the small of her back, allowing her to lead the way to the main hall.
“Tired as fuck.”
Together they walked through the main hall and towards Nayah’s door. Cullen waived a servant over as Nayah fidgeted with her keys to unlock it. “Please bring us dinner and a bottle of wine from the cellar. We’ll leave this door unlocked for you; just knock before entering her quarters.”
Bowing respectfully the servant nodded and hurried to the kitchens to do as Cullen asked.
Finally in the comfort of her room, Nayah began to strip down, tossing her clothes wherever. Sitting the pack down on the floor, Cullen smirked as he pulled her blankets back and propped up the pillows.
“I suppose we’ll have a meeting first thing tomorrow.” Nayah said as she slipped into the tub of water that was waiting for her. She warmed the water with a wiggle of her finger tips before submerging herself beneath the surface. Coming back up, she slid her hands down her face to clear the water from her eyes and then ran her hands over her wet hair. “Can you…” She pointed to the red bottle on her dresser.
Cullen loved watching her bathe. She reminded him of a forest fairy or a rare and exquisite being that if you moved too close to her, she’d disappear…eyes following her pointed finger; he quickly got up from the bed and grabbed the bottle of shampoo.
“Thank you.” She smiled and reached for the bottle.
“Let me do this for you, love.” Still in his armor, Cullen removed his coat and draped it over a nearby chair before settling on his knees behind Nayah.
“Aren’t you going to get in?” Nayah chuckled.
“Well, if you want me to. I thought you wanted some space…you know how I take up so much of it…”
She turned her head towards him and rolled her eyes, “Cullen. I want you in here with me.”
“Fine, you don’t have to beg.” He grinned and proceeded to remove his armor and clothing.
Finally settling behind Nayah, he reached over the tub and grabbed the bottle, squeezed out some of its herbal aromatic contents, and massaged it through her white locks.
“Mmmm…your hands feel lovely…”
“Yes? You like this?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Cullen continued to wash her hair and then grabbed the sponge to wash her neck and back. Once clean, Nayah lifted herself out of the tub and dried her hair and body as Cullen washed.
Together they chatted about the day and ate the food the servant brought up. After removing the dishes, Cullen sank into the blankets behind Nayah and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her hair smelled so lovely…
Placing soft kisses behind her neck, he gently ran his hand up and down her side. First, tracing her hip then rubbing her thigh before moving back up towards the curve of her stomach and ribs. Nayah sighed and moved herself back towards Cullen’s body. The scent of her, the soft sounds she made and the swivel of her hips and bum sent blood rushing straight down to his member.
“Mmm…be careful…” Cullen mumbled as he kissed her shoulder.
“Or what?” Nayah retorted with a sleepy smile.
Cullen chuckled deeply as he positioned himself between the slit of her ass. Nayah could feel him hardening behind her which instantly made her warm and wet with anticipation…
“You feel it don’t you?”
Cullen continued to nibble on her neck and shoulder as he waited for her to respond.
“Love?” Cullen peered over her shoulder to see Nayah’s mouth slightly parted as she lay there fast asleep.
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“Ma Vhenan…Ma vhenan...”
“Who’s there?” Nayah’s eyes worked to adjust to the dark room that was lit by a few glowing candles. “Where am I?” Reaching within herself, she summoned her mana to lighten the room with her magic, but realizes quickly that nothing is happening…her magic doesn't work. Panic washes over her before she hears the soft masculine voice once more…
“Ma Vhenan…ir abelas. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Out of the shadows, illuminated eyes peer out and settle on her like a wolf watching his prey.
“Solas?”