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The Last Dance	By : kireinakittie Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age II or Dragon Age: Inquisition, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2 – Lessons With Cole
Evelyn stepped through the portal back to Skyhold, the momentary disorientation causing her to stumble slightly. At least that was her excuse. However it could also have been something to do with all those glasses of champagne she had desperately drained trying to alleviate her boredom at the ball. Once she had parted company with Cullen the evening had become a blur of miscellaneous nobles with inconsequential opinions and/ or grievances.
As if her thoughts had summoned him, Evelyn spotted Cullen on the path ahead, deep in conversation with one of the guards. The guard saluted to the commander then bowed as he caught sight of her and returned to his post by the stairs to the main hall.
“Inquisitor…”Cullen leant against the wall next to where she stood, within the curve of the stairs.
“Commander.” She replied with a solemn nod of her head, but she could not help the smile that crept across her lips, a smile that he could not help but return.
Cullen stepped in front of her and placed his hands against the wall to either side of her shoulders. Her smile faded at the darkness in his eyes, rekindling the flames of her own desire. This time when he kissed her it was slow and deliberate, a soft touch of lips, then harder, his tongue seeking entrance to her sweet mouth. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself. Without the bulk of his armor she could feel the heat and muscle held against her, wishing she could run her hands and mouth across those firm planes.
The roughness of his scars and stubble scratched against her pale cheek as he kissed her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A soft whimper spilled from her lips that seemed to melt his self-control, his hands moved to her slender waist, his body pressing hers into the wall. Her hands found the edge of his tunic and slipped underneath, one hand pressed flat against his warm stomach while the other dipped behind his belt, and if she’d had her way they would have undressed right then and there.
She felt a rumble in his chest, a low growl, and suddenly he was pushing away from her.
“Maker help me, I can’t!” he gasped, clenching his hands into fists.
“Cullen…?”
“I can’t, Maker knows I want to, but I can’t,” His frustration was clear in his voice, even as he turned away from her “Evelyn, I’m sorry.”
She watched confused as he all but fled from her into the night.
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Upstairs in her quarters Evelyn flopped down on her four poster bed. She had managed to extricate herself from the corset and dress and now wore only a silky grey robe. The more she thought about it the less she understood the Commander’s earlier retreat. He had touched and kissed her with such passion, set her nerves aflame, and then ran? She heaved a heavy sigh, for about the tenth time that night, her pale hands idly stroking the smooth fabric over her stomach, then she groaned and stood up, flung off the robe and slid into her big empty bed.
The cool sheets felt nice against her heated skin, but her frustrated state of arousal demanded that she do more than just lay there. Behind her closed eyes it was Cullen’s firm hand on her breast, rough fingers rasping against her tight nipple and over her flat stomach to the soft curls and moist heat at the juncture of her thighs.
“He is thinking of you, too.”
Evelyn’s eyes flew open with a startled gasp.
“Cole!” she cried, sitting up and clutching the silky sheet to her chest “What are you doing here?!”
The silver haired spirit ran his fingers lightly over the sheet that covered her thigh “Heart racing, body aching, craving release. I can help.”
“I don’t think…” Evelyn began to protest, but the words died in her throat as Cole’s fingers caught the tip of her hard nipple through the sheet. She whimpered. With a look of utmost concentration on his face Cole moved her hands aside and let the sheet slide down, covering her bared skin with caresses. He watched her face intently, his mind attuned to the stirrings of pleasure that would bring her the release she so desperately wanted.
His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts, cool fingers pinching and pulling on her nipples and sending jolts of sensation shooting down her spine. He read the images from her mind, lowering his head and closing his mouth over one of her breasts, licking, nibbling and sucking while she moaned beneath him.
But it wasn’t enough. He moved to her other breast, his mouth firmer, pressure almost to the point of pain. Then he pulled his head back and looked at her, his fingers lightly running over her reddened nipple while he rifled through her muddled thoughts. Down his hand moved, urging her legs apart so his cool fingers could explore her sex, sliding over the swollen bundle of nerves to plunge into the slick depth as she arched under him. First one slim finger, then two, he slowly slid them in and out, seeking the perfect angle, and he knew he had it when she cried out and he felt her muscles clench around his fingers. His mouth returned to her breast, tongue circling the nipple while he kept the same slow, steady rhythm with his fingers inside her.
Evelyn was almost lost to sensation, but somewhere in the back of her mind the same thoughts kept circling, ‘This is wrong’, ‘Don’t stop’. Cole was not oblivious to the conflicting messages, but despite her doubts her body was telling the spirit exactly what it needed, and it was in his nature to oblige. All at once his touch was gone and she whined, her blue eyes opening. A mere blink and his clothes vanished, his body pale and perfect as he moved over her, his long straight erection replacing his fingers inside her. He brought his hard cock in and out with smooth thrusts, each time pushing deeper, until she was filled with the length of it.
Only then did he settle into a relentless rhythm, holding his body above hers with no visible effort. She was already so close to the edge of orgasm the climax slammed into her, arching her spine, her fingers tangled in the sheets and a hoarse cry tore from her throat as he continued to pound into her, drawing every last fragment of pleasure from her tense form.
Slowly the waves of orgasm subsided and Cole eased to a stop, withdrawing from her. He clothed himself once more with a thought and sat cross legged on the rumpled bed, watching her as she struggled to control her breathing.
“Wow…” She gasped, weakly turning her head. As her heart calmed and her breathing returned to normal a delicious languor set in.
She was asleep before he disappeared.
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Cullen lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He berated himself for a fool and a coward, fleeing from Evelyn as he had. His muscular body ached for her and he could still feel the ghost of her kiss on his lips. He found himself tracing the paths she had made on his body with his own hands, and as he imagined that luscious mouth kissing its way down the hard planes of his stomach he felt the first stirrings in his groin. One firm hand slid down the front of his breeches, fingers curling around the growing length as he thought about her swallowing the swollen head of his cock, his hands tangling in her glossy black hair as he thrust into that wet heat, while she made helpless little sounds in the back of her throat.
He moaned softly as he stroked himself harder, his fantasy evolving with every ragged breath. He could practically taste the salt on her skin as he licked, nibbled and sucked on her perfect breasts and rosy pink nipples. She would arch her back and moan as he sheathed his thick cock inside her.
Then he faltered.
The lyrium withdrawal had affected him in more ways than he’d let on. He had found, much to his dismay, that he was unable to maintain an erection. It made him feel weak, and that weakness brought back a lot of bad memories. He couldn’t tell anyone. If she ever found out… The mockery, or worse, the pity would be more than he could bear.
With a frustrated curse Cullen climbed out of bed and relaced his burgundy breeches. There were reports in his office that he should read, anyway.
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