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Malika Rides the Bull	By : LadySummerisle Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 9572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   It was not long after their run in with Cullen, Josephine and Cassandra that word spread to seemingly everyone in camp. Malika acted like it was no big deal and chastised people for not having better things to talk about, but under her professional exterior she was enjoying every moment. The whispers and glances, especially when she was walking with Iron Bull, titillated her to no end. People would have talked about her seeing anyone, but given the size difference between the two of them, she knew they were thinking about what went on behind closed doors. She was quite certain Bull got a kick out of it, too.
   Things were going well, but there was one question that Malika still couldn’t quite get out of her mind. Why on earth were her advisors looking for her in Iron Bull’s room? The thought vexed her so that finally she broke down and approached Cullen. She found him on the battlements, gazing out at the mountains. It was a favored pastime of his...he loved to look strong and thoughtful.
   “Commander,” she said as she approached him, “May I have a word?”
   Cullen was still a little jumpy around her after the incident. Everyone was having trouble keeping straight faces at the war table.
   “Inquisitor!” he blurted, “I...um...yes, yes of course. What do you need?”
   “I just...I was wondering something about the other day…”
   “The other day?”
   “Yes.” she said plainly, “The day you walked in on Iron Bull and me.”
   “Ah yes…” he said, sounding like he’d rather forget, “That day…”
   “I just wanted to know...See...when you and Josephine came in you both mentioned something about me resting, like you expected to find me just taking a nap up there. Why? Why would that thought have occurred to you? It’s not my quarters or where I usually sleep, in fact it was the first time I’d ever been up there...it’s not like I sleep just anywhere…” she was rambling, but it had been plaguing her, this question of why! “Sorry...I’m just...incredibly curious.”
   Cullen looked at her with such a face…
   “You’re right…” he said, “If I had thought about it more I would have second guessed it myself, but I was on a mission, I didn’t stop to think…”
   “Second guessed it?” she asked, “Did someone...tell you I would be up there?”
   “Yes…” said Cullen with a sudden realization, “Dorian. We asked if he had seen you and he said, ‘I’m sure she’s up in Iron Bull’s room...resting.’”
   “Maker’s balls!” cursed Malika, “Fucking Dorian.”
   So Dorian had known all along? And had decided to make a joke about it to the two most naive people in Thedas. Of course...That’s precisely what Dorian would do.
   “Thank you Commander…” she said and stalked off.
   After stomping the grounds for a while, Malika decided to confront Dorian. Honestly, she didn’t know what to expect, but she needed to get it out in the open. He was an excellent mage and was the only one who Sera could stand, so she needed to know she could trust him and not have to worry about him exposing her secrets for fun.
   She entered the great hall and made a beeline for the library. She found Dorian where he always was, perusing the stacks. He looked up from the tome he was studying and watched her approach,
   “Here we are again.”* he said, “Something on your mind?”*
   “Yes...Something is very much on my mind.” she said, feeling herself getting heated. She looked around. It seemed like they were mostly alone, “How long have you known about Iron Bull and me?”
   Dorian let out a stilted laugh,
   “Oh, is that what this is about, then? What, are you going to kick me out of the Inquisition for noticing the obvious?”
   “The obvious? I didn’t think we were being that obvious…”
   “Well, maybe not to people here in Skyhold, but I’m with the two of you all the time. Sera might be thick as a brick, but you never fooled me. The longing looks, the rustling of tents at night...the interesting riding posture...Tell me, have your bruises healed? Or has he placed more on that...worshipful behind of yours?”
   “I...what?” said Malika, unconsciously feeling the place on her bottom Bull had been flogging a few nights before. There indeed was a new bruise there.
   “How did you…?”
   “How do I know about the Iron Bull’s curious sexual appetite? My dear Inquisitor, do you have to ask?”
  She stood for a moment and digested all she had heard, when suddenly it dawned on her,
   “Wait..you...and him…?” she sputtered, “You two…?”
   “Briefly.” explained Dorian. Malika was shocked.
   “But Iron Bull...he…” Malika had to gather her thoughts, “He hates ‘Vints.”
   Dorian rolled his eyes,
   “And yet he drags along that Cremisius Aclassi wherever he goes. Clearly his hatred for Tevinter only has so much power.”
   Malika was silent, she didn’t know what to say. She felt a lump rise in her throat and felt pangs of jealousy...But was that the appropriate response?
   “Oh, don’t get like that, Inquisitor!” moaned Dorian, “That all ended ages ago...he’s your huge, sweaty problem now.”
   “How did it end between you?” she asked and instantly regretted what might have been a very personal question...she had a habit of speaking before thinking things through.
   Dorian let out a little huff,
   “Well, if you must know, I went to him the night before we all left for Adamant and he turned me away...said he was sorry, but he couldn’t continue to...entertain me. I assumed at the time, like you would have, that it was because I’m Tevinter...but time would tell another story.”
   Dorian was looking off into the corner, but snapped back,
   “So there you are Inquisitor, now you can tell the story of how you stole a man from the the handsome and talented Dorian Pavus. Treasure it, it’s not a feat many can boast of.”
   “I’m not planning on telling anyone.” she said plainly, although she felt a bit achey inside. She was not very good at comforting people, and this was a special case, “I’m sorry…”
   “Don’t be.” dismissed Dorian, “It wasn’t actually your fault, nor anyone’s. The heart wants what the heart wants, yes?”
   Malika began to play with her necklace, not realizing it.
   “I didn’t come here for this, though…” she said, trying to get back into Inquisitor mode, “I hope you know that I’ve come to consider you a friend as well as a great ally…”
   At this, Dorian perked up a touch, nothing made him happier than a compliment,
   “As I’m sure you’ve noticed,” Malika continued, “We always seem to be working together and that’s not a coincidence, I choose you to accompany me specifically. You’re an excellent mage and beyond that I enjoy your company. Is this situation going to...make things weird?”
   “No weirder than it has been, surely…” said Dorian,
   “Good.” she said, “More importantly, am I going to have to worry about you telling my secrets in the name of a cheap joke?”
   “Wha--” he started, but then he smiled, “Oh! Cullen...yes, well, that was hilarious--and worth it. But, erm...no. I suppose I could curtail that a bit...if you demand it, Inquisitor.”
   “Thank you.” Malika said and gave a little bow.
   “Naturally.”* replied Dorian, and he went back to his browsing.
   That evening, Malika went around to the tavern and found Iron Bull sitting with the Chargers, laughing and drinking. The conversation with Dorian had ruffled her a bit, but seeing that giant, horned beast across the room made her melt. She felt flushed and excited; she possibly looked it, too, for as she approached the group, the catcalls began. Iron Bull looked around and saw her,
   “Calm down, men… It’s the Inquisitor, show some respect.” he said a tad bit louder than he meant to. He actually looked a little embarrassed, something Malika had never seen before. The Chargers did quiet down, but so did the entire rest of the tavern. Conversations and music ceased and heads began to turn towards the Inquisitor. Of course, every patron had heard of this unlikely pairing and had been hoping for a chance to see it for themselves. Some of them didn’t even believe it was true; just another Skyhold rumor, they thought.
   Malika looked around at all the faces, some were trying to pretend they weren’t paying attention, but most were just obviously staring at her. She struggled to maintain her composure as she continued towards Iron Bull, who was also silently awaiting her next move. She dragged an empty chair from a nearby table over to where Iron Bull sat and its screeching filled the tavern. Anyone who wasn’t watching already now was, that was certain. Malika stepped up onto the chair, put her hand on Iron Bull’s face and pulled him into a long, wet kiss.
   The tavern erupted with cheers and laughter and the minstrel began to play. Iron Bull wrapped his massive arms around her and dipped her over his lap while the Chargers rallied him on. When their kiss finally broke, he dropped her on his knee. She was beet red and giggling like a madwoman. She glanced upstairs to see Sera literally pointing and laughing at her, to which she responded with a rude gesture that only egged her on. After that, the tavern returned to normal, but it felt brighter. Malika was joyous, she hadn’t felt this way in so long. Sitting in some dirty tavern with her friends, it was like she was a kid again. She could have cried, but instead she laughed and called for a drink.
   After about two drinks, she was even more comfortable. She was standing on the chair again, leaning on Iron Bull who had his arm around her. Rocky was starting to tell a story even she had heard too many times, so she leaned in close to Bull’s ear,
“You didn’t tell me about Dorian…” she said quietly. Bull stiffened a little bit, then turned his head,
“Is that a problem, Kadan?”
She looked around, nobody was paying attention to them.
“I’m not sure” teased Malika, “I would have liked to have known, I guess...He’s the one who told Cullen and Josephine I was in your room…”
“Yeah, I figured…” he said thoughtfully, “And I’m sorry...I thought telling you would complicate things, you have so much on your mind already.”
“It might have…” She leaned in even closer so Bull could feel her hot breath on his neck, “You know, there’s only one thing you could do to make this up to me…”
“What’s that, Kadan?”
She could hardly believe it, but she heard his voice falter a bit. He was nervous...She wasn’t aware she could do that to him. She ran her hand down the center of his bare chest and felt him shiver at her touch,
“Come upstairs with me. I need you to tell me everything you and Dorian did together...in excruciating detail.”
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