#eames writes

“I suppose”, Myr let out a huff and stuffed both her hands in the deep pockets of her pants. It was evening already and the cold mountain air had reached their courtyard. With all that happened today, they spent an entire day in the War room talking about everything starting from how Neria ended up a Warden-Commander and ending with a plan for infiltrating the Winter palace so she did not get a chance to grab any of her outerwear.

A cheerful barking came from the inside of the castle, making Mornemyr turn away from her cousin. A moment later human-Cullen quickly walked out of the Main Hall, followed by the dog-Cullen who was almost jumping excitedly.

“Inquisitor!” Cullen greeted her with a nod as if it wasn't a ten minutes ago that they were in the same room. Myr felt assaulted by the sudden feeling of warmth somewhere deep in her chest. The evening sun painted commander's hair golden, and after a long day it was shiny like a halo. Their eyes met and she felt her ears heat up - she couldn't help but be drawn to their clear color of amber stones. She kept a few ones like this on her worktable for some reason. His lips were moving as if he was saying something but all she could see was a thin scar that moved along along with his mouth. She wondered if it would feel any different from her own if she touched it. She probably shouldn't. But Mythal as her witness she wanted to.

A painful nudge on her lower back brought her back to the world of the living. Cullen looked like he was mentally stuck as well with his eyebrows furrowed, but sudden help came from behind the Inquisitor.

“Hey, Cullen”, Neria half-hugged half shook Myr, a shit eating grin flashing bright across her lips. “Please forgive my little cousin, she's still in shock from the fact that Templars don't bite your head off at the Harrowing”, she laughed again, looking how Myr's eyes turned into slits.

“Warden-Commander!” Cullen stuttered, eyebrows rising in clear surprise and he made a step back. “I didn't see you here…”

“Please, Cullen, after all that's been between us I hoped you'd call me by my name,” Neria was enjoying the view that unfolded in front of her. Myr’s eyes immediately darkened and all her features became somehow sharper. Cullen, in turn, looked completely flustered rubbing his neck in embarrassment. It was absolutely fun for the Warden to watch these two stuck on each other, but she had a more pressing issue to attend.

“I hate to interrupt our cozy situation here, but I just saw a fellow circle mage infiltrate the training grounds,” she pointed her finger towards the group of young men who appeared to be in the middle of an intense argument.

“Not this again!” Cullen sighed, rubbing his palms over his suddenly tired face. “Excuse me, Inquisitor, I need to take care of this”, he nodded apologetically and ran down the rest of the stairs.

“I’m, uhm… gonna check on them real quick?” Mornemyr muttered, already following the Commander towards the training ring. Neria only shrugged but opted to stay on the top of the stairs - it was the best point to watch over what was happening around the castle anyway.

***

“You people can't do shit without your precious magic!” one of the younger Templars was especially eager to prove his point and didn't see the commander shaped storm coming down on him.

“I bet you can't even lift your sword unless you suck on a lyrium bottle!” the mage seemed to be engrossed in the argument as well, and both of them were about to jump at each other. Cullen was ready to stand between them before something horrible could happen but before he could do that a wave of cold passed right through him leaving him shivering and Mornemyr materialized between the two, looking furious.

“Say it again to my face, little boy”, she pointed her finger right in the middle of the templar’s chest armor. The line left Cullen almost snorting through his worry. Despite how tall the Inquisitor was, she looked like the wind would just blow her away any minute now. The fully armored warrior in front of her twice her size was apparently blown away too because he seemed unable to squeeze any words out of his mouth.

“Ha! Piss off!” The circle mage behind her back apparently lacked any survival instinct.

“I’d shut the fuck up if I were you, dress”, Mornemyr’s flaming gaze turned toward the second half of the problem. “You think you can learn a spell and you’re on top of the world already? You think you can always hide behind somebody’s back and look for a book while others have to protect you? This chantry boy right here would slice you in half before you remember how to call your mother!” The poor mage were gradually turning red along the speech and looked like a fish out of the water with his mouth agape. The crowd of the local inhabitants started to gather around, someone already cheering for the Inquisitor.

“And you”, she whirled back to the templar, pointing at his chest area again. “Get ready. I’ll show you what a real mage can do.” Cullen immediately stopped laughing and hurried towards the group.

“Wait, wait, what do you mean you will show him?” he eased himself between Myr’s finger and a poor boy who was scared out of his pants. He carefully pushed him back towards the other templars.

“Cullen”, Mornemyr’s face lost its sharpness but she still looked angry with her eyes shining bright two lanterns in the fading light. She pointed at him as well. “Commander, I’m tired of the endless bickering amongst the ranks. I’m gonna show them an example before these little naive daisies go outside of the castle tomorrow and get themselves murdered!”

“Inquisitor, please calm down”, Cullen was worried but he didn’t know what he was worried about more. Mornemyr - he loved how her name rolled from his tongue, even though he’d never call her that aloud - was rarely this angry and, therefore, was very dangerous now, but he would not let her harm his troops. “I will not have you fight them, it would be unfair.” He gently covered her judgmental hand with his own, earning a weird look in response.

“Alright”, Myr made a step back, her intense glare going over him checking if he was worth it. “You and me, then. Is that fair?”

“This is ridiculous”, Cullen let out a weak laugh. She wasn’t serious, was she? She definitely looked like she was.

“Why, are you afraid of a mage, Commander? I wouldn’t take you as a coward.” A significantly louder laugh rolled amongst the crowd. Mornemyr appeared even taller now somehow, confidence visible in her stance and the challenging smile on her lips. Cullen couldn’t help but stare at her scar for a moment. It was still fresh and red and it was mocking him to give in to the temptation. He felt his blood start boiling. He might not be able to have her but he would not let her mock him in front of his soldiers.

“Fine”, Cheers accompanied his words. He was going to regret this later. “What do you have in mind?”

“You and me, no magic, weapon of choice only”, Myr was already putting on her gloves she took out of her pocket. Cullen looked over her slender figure - she wasn’t wearing armor so he probably shouldn’t wear it either. What was she thinking anyway? His weapon of choice was a sword and shield, he would break her in half the moment she comes close enough. The only option for her was to wear a full metal suit but there she was standing in front of him in a thin shirt and pants, her only protection the leather guards on her forearms and ankles. This woman was a mystery to him since they day he figured out she was indeed a woman.

His brain was working in full capacity trying to figure out how he could go easy on Mornemyr without her noticing it. She would probably go for speed and then try to attack him with a dagger - he wouldn’t be surprised if she had one hidden somewhere. His shield would be enough to knock her out then. As he shed his own armor and went to put in in a pile near the training dummies he heard the seeker address him.

“I realize you’ve never seen The Inquisitor fight.” Cassandra sported an expression of utter disgust on her face towards all that was happening. “I’d ask you for one thing. Please, pay attention if you don’t want to embarrass yourself. She’s more capable than you can imagine.”

“Uhm... Thank you?” he felt even more uncomfortable now than before. He trusted the seeker with his life and hearing something like that from her was more than enough of a sign but he had to keep his word. Cullen took his sword and shield from her and went back to the main arena. Mornemyr was still there but there was a staff in her hands now.

“What’s with the staff? I thought you said no magic”, he pointed out. He would agree he didn’t stand a chance against her this way, especially since he cut out the lyrium.

“I keep my word, Commander, you can always trust me on that.” Her smile was cocky and promised him a bad time. Cullen felt the corners of his lips turn up too - at least it was nice to see her in a better mood. Mornemyr seemed especially somber after they lost so many people at the Adamant fortress.

“Fine.” He let his sword swing from side to side, definitely not intimidating his opponent. “We fight until one of us is on the ground. No blood and certainly no deadly injuries, we can’t afford to lose the Inquisitor after all,” with a smirk he stood in a defensive stance, his shield in front of him and the sword at the ready.

“I’d feel very sorry if we had to look for a new commander, I kinda like the one we have now.” Her words and more so the wink of her wickedly shining eye distracted Cullen for a moment and he missed how she quickly moved towards him. The first hit landed on his shield but he knew it was a test one. Now that he focused, he couldn’t believe she was holding a regular staff as a physical weapon. They used to train with when he was a young recruit. Now the words of the seeker made sense - if Mornemyr was fast enough she actually had a chance.

The next few minutes showed him he didn’t know a single thing about Dalish elves. Mornemyr was the devil and she was everywhere. She ran around him like a lightning and before he was able to fully turn towards her with his shield between them, he would feel the end of the staff hitting him on the side. In a rare moment when he could swing his sword, she would block with middle part, pushing him back with the whole strength of her body. Or she would just somersault away from the blade. Cullen closed his eyes for a moment, he already felt dizzy from all the moving around. He was hitting with a half his strength, worried about harming the Inquisitor, and his shield had grew tired already from the constant rain of attacks. This needed to end soon.

The crowd was ecstatic, judging from the cheers, Mornemyr was about to perform another stunt. Maybe this was his chance. However, Cullen wasn’t fast enough again and this time the staff landed on his right hand with such force he cried from the pain and dropped his sword. Where was this strength coming from? Their Inquisitor seemed so fragile. But apparently, this wasn’t a problem since she was charging him again. She slammed a staff into the ground and jumped, using the momentum, hitting the shield with her whole weight of her body. Cullen was forced back and almost tripped over, losing his shield too when he tried to hold his balance. The happy laughter that followed was his undoing when he took the next hit on his bare hands, but it died quickly when at the last moment he ripped the staff out of Mornemyr hands with all the force he had left. Thrown off balance in the middle of her body slam she almost landed on her ass but this time his reflexes were finally quick enough that he caught he by her hand and pulled her close, pressing her into his chest.

The surroundings disappeared when Mornemyr’s scent filled his nostrils, the sweat mixed with fresh mint and citrus. Her chest was rapidly moving up and down in tandem with his own, adrenalin burning inside both of them. They were so close Cullen could see the pattern in the blue of her dilated eyes, could feel her hot breath on his face. Another inch and he would be able to know how that new scar of hers tasted like, and he was sure she wouldn’t mind if her fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders were any indication.

But alas, somebody in the crowd whistled and he remembered who and where he was and how inappropriate it would be to finally give in to this enduring weakness of his. He let out a heavy sigh and let go, giving the Inquisitor freedom to move. She did so immediately with a face white as a sheet and an expression of a stone, leaving himwondering if she wouldn't really object him kissing her. She was already taken after all, and today he was playing a game he didn’t have a chance to win.

“Let's call it a tie?” Mornemyr’s voice was high and shaky, and Cullen would give a hand to know the reason. Just to prove to himself he was a lost cause. He nodded in return anyway.

“I'll make sure our people practice physical combat more”, he didn't even notice when the crowd went silent, people probably wondering what was happening between them. He will have to keep himself in check from now on. The Inquisitor looked at him one last time, and the sadness in her eyes made a pain throb deep in his chest. She then disappeared in the whirl of snowflakes and left him alone to collect his armor. He knew the heavy stones that were pushing him down would stay with him for a long time.

***

This particular section was empty aside from thefamiliar lonely figure in the corner between book shelves, and Cullen felt likeit wasn’t the first time his eyes were caught by her.  She was tall, taller than the rest of elvenstudents, wearing standard mage robes that did a poor job of hiding her body -a quick thought crossed his mind that he could probably wrap his entire armaround her slim waist. Her long hair was pinned up into the bun that opened tothe clear view the curve of her long, slightly tanned neck and delicate pointyears that twitched with every sound. Cullen had to swallow a lump that appearedin his throat when she run her long fingers across the book spines.

Mornemyr, and that obviously was her, turned her headand gave him a quick side eye, making him almost trip over a desk out ofsurprise. She let out a soft laugh, clearly satisfied with her doings, thenturned her whole body to him, pressed to the bookshelf with her back. Her lipsformed a smirk and she beckoned him with her finger in the silent invitation.Cullen didn’t know if it was her eyes shining in the candlelight or the hotfeeling in his chest he seemed to have every time he met her in the hallway buthe followed like a hypnotized fool right into the hands of dangerous mage hewas taught he should never approach without any danger around. All thoseteachings evaporated from his head the moment he reached her, not able to brokethe link between their eyes, and that was probably the last thing he would everdo because with a quick movement Mornemyr pulled him closer by his belt,pressed on one of the books behind her and the whole shelf turned around itsaxis, bringing them into small secret reading room lit by the torch on thestone wall.

Cullen stepped back a little but still not far enoughto be out of mage’s bewitching presence. She pushed him in the chest and hesuddenly fell into the soft chair behind him with a heavy thud.

“Like what you see, templar?” her low voice was like aspell in his ears, leaving his body out of breath and stiff in theanticipation. He felt himself nodding slowly like a snake to the music ofcharmer.

“Good”, she nodded too, smiling even wider, and slowlygot down on her knees in front of him. Her delicate hands pushed up the heavytemplar skirt and the chainmail, leaving his eyes wide in the realization.

“Lavellan, w-what are you doing?” panic reached hisvoice mixed with arousal from the feeling of her hands on his bare thighs. Hewas sure he was sweaty and gross under all his armor and also he was sure itwas absolutely inappropriate to be doing what he thought she was doing. Hesecretly wished she’d do it anyway.

“Shh”, Mornemyr looked up at him with her impossibleeyes and the wave of heat rolled over him, reaching even his toes making hishair on the back of his neck  stand onend. “You will like it, I promise”, she licked her lips and winked making hisability to concentrate even weaker. She looked like she didn’t find him grossat all when one of her hands pulled down his briefs and let his already hardcock free. Same hand gently ran through his damp small hair and cupped hisballs and Cullen groaned, head hitting the back of the chair and knees fallingapart. Mornemyr immediately scooted closer and wrapped her hand on the base ofhis cock. giving it a light squeeze, then moved up until her thumb didn’t coverthe head, smearing the precome all around it.

“Mor…”, the most pathetic whine he could imagineflew from his lips when he tried to resist his own pleasure hitting him in thegroin every time she moved her skilled fingers. “Mor..ne..myr, you can’t…”,he was gripping the handles with such force at this point his metal glovesripped through the chair fabric.

“Hmm”, she stopped then, causing him to moan inprotest. “I can’t do what exactly?”, her voice sounded rough, and Cullen openhis eyes, worried of what suddenly happened, only to see her shining eyesagain, both hands now holding his skirts and mouth hovering over the very tipof his dick.

Cullen tried to answer something but his words stuckin his throat when he saw Mornemyr lower her head slowly and cover the tip withher lips without breaking the eyes contact the whole time. She lowered further,with her nimble tongue doing circles around his sensitive head, and he moanedagain, long and loudly, feeling the tight ball of pleasure forming at the bottomof his stomach.

He threw his head back again and closed his eyes toprevent the world from shifting around him every time Lavellan bobbed her headup and down, sucking on his cock and making the most delicious slurping soundlike a child eating a lollipop on a Fair day. He swallowed another lump down,having trouble breathing normally, and ripped one of the gloves off his hand.His fingers were shaking when he found Mornemyr’s head and buried them in herhead, guiding her in the position where he could thrust his hips further,hitting the back of her throat. The pleasure was almost unbearable now, he wasso close he felt the ball of heat reach his heart and explode under it. Heroared like an animal when the reality swirled into the little dot and collapsedonto him, making him to wake up in the middle of the Inquisitor’s room,struggling to breath like as if he was drowning. When bright lights stoppedjumping in the air in front of him he focused his eyes and found himselfstaring down at the same blue eyes once again.

***

Myr was standing at the foot of the bed stark nakedwith her hands crossed over her chest and the expression of a pure amusement onher face. She was awoken by the loud screaming inside her head a few hours agobut it wasn’t the thing that made her so curious - mostly incoherent talking ofthe voices was more or less a routine for her already. She was in the middle ofreading a book when she heard her name and the quiet moan coming from thedirection of the bed. That was an interesting turn of events considering suchthing were usually happening in her presence, so she set the book aside andwent to check the man.

Early morning sun was shining through the elaboratepatterns on the windows in the Inquisitor’s room. It’s rays colored Cullen’storso with bright spots of red, green and yellow. The covers had slithered downand Myr found it hard to turn her heavy gaze away - his chest was broad,covered with curly hair she knew was soft to the touch. White scars popped hereand there on his skin but they didn’t spoil the picture of a handsome manspread out across the king sized bed.

The thing thatmade Myr’s eyebrow arch though was the pink blush on commander’s cheeks and animpressive bulge that formed under the blanket. She had no idea what he wasdreaming of nor did she have any intention to interrupt it by going therethrough the Fade but she couldn’t deny that the view in front of her made herbothered too. Humming the frilly song she’d heard at the tavern the other dayshe crawled onto the bed and settled comfortably on Cullen’s laps who was nowfidgeting in his sleep. His moans grew louder and Myr smirked tracing one ofthe longer scars with her finger - apparently her dream self was quite skilledat what she was doing. Her real self decided to refrain from any actions untilthe commander is awake, and from what she could see down here it wasn’t goingto be a long wait. He wouldn’t here the end of it though when they’re done. 

A few minutes of moans, patient waiting andprecise studying of Cullen’s chest later - Myr found a few little birthmarksshe hadn’t seen before  - she was gifted with especially loud groan andshe felt him shook and come undone with her whole body. The man under her tooka deep breath, finally waking up, but then immediately sat up, his wide eyessearching something on her face. 

“What…?” he mumbled in a hoarse voice, clearlystill out of it, hands running over his face and through slightly damp hair. 

“Morning, vhenan”, Myr cupped his face withboth of her hands, the gentle touch making Cullen look at her. “I hope I didgood”, the violent blush that spread down to his neck was the most amazing andpriceless thing she got to see in her life. 

“Maker’s breath!” he cried out and she laughedhappily as she felt strong hands wrapping her in the tight embrace, and thenboth of them were falling back on the bed. Cullen his his face in the crook ofher neck as soon as they landed on their sides, “I feel like I’m seventeenagain.” 

“I wish I could met that version of you”, Myrkissed the top of his head. “He seems like an eager lad, having dreams likethis.” 

“You wouldn’t even talk to me back then”,Cullen snorted, not even a hint of sadness in hisvoice she was afraid she could bring with such words. Instead he fished out theblanket between them and threw it aside to bring them closer together, thenstarted tracing her neck up with his warm lips, placing soft kissed here andthere and tickling her with his slightly outgrown beard. Myr had to suppress asilly giggle at that and slid lower, kissing him fully so he would stop. He ranhis hand down her side, then tightly squeezedher butt cheek, rolling them over so he would end up on top of her. 

“I think Iowe you something”, he breathed, out of the kiss a moment later. There wasindeed a noticeable hardness between them pressed into Myr’s stomach. 

“Aren’t youtired from your dream, Commander?” she said as a sly smile spread acrossher face. Messing with him was one of her favorite activities. 

“You’vebeen a very naughty mage in there, Lavellan”, Cullen didn’t swallow thebite, smiling back the same way instead. He sat up, pulling one of her legswith him and placing it over his shoulder. He chuckled as he kissed her ankle,“This is my duty as a templar to punish you accordingly.” Hepositioned himself at Myr’s already slick entrance and pushed forward slowly,rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. 

“Ohno”, she had to collect all her willpower to swallow a moan when Cullen’scock slid into her. The sensation was always breathtaking no matter how manytimes they’d done it before, “Don’t tell me I was wearing that hideouscircle robes…" 

“Youwere”, Cullen lowered over her, holding himself on his elbows on both ofher sides, and still sliding in, millimeter by millimeter as if he had all thetime in the world to fuck her. “You look so hot I think I’ll make you wearthem some time." 

"You aresick”, Myr murmured with the amount of fondness in her voice thatcancelled the entire point of what she was saying. She arched her back, tryingto move on her own, to get more friction, anything other then the painfullyslow penetration, but Cullen stopped altogether the moment he was buried in herup to the hilt. “Do something already”, she whined, squirming underhis heavy hot body. 

“Not withthat attitude I won’t”, commander seemed to be very determined in hisdecision to punish her for something she didn’t even do. He kissed her templecollecting little beads of sweat, then made his way lower to her ear and gentlybit it’s pointy end. 

“It’s notfair”, Myr pulled on his hair, trying to play the pity card, but that alsodidn’t help, only made him chuckle right in her ear once again, and sheshivered, feeling the goosbumps all over her. 

“Ask me forit”, he said calmly, starting to slide back out, as slowly as he didbefore. Myr groaned,feelings the explosive mix of desire and irritationgrowing in her blood. A few more of this readings and she wouldn’t be able tocontrol her magic. 

“Vhenan,please”, she cried out when the tip of Cullen’s cock pressed theespecially sensitive spot inside of her on it’s back. 

“Pleasewhat?” he sped his movements but only a little, eager himself to justpound into her already but holding himself to his words. 

“Pleasefuck me already!”  she roared andher eyes rolled back when Cullen suddenly plunged into her with a force enoughto flatten her into the bed. Myr wrapped both her legs around his waist, givinghim more comfortable angle, and started moving towards his thrusts too. 

They were movingfast, like two wild animals, desperate to have more of each other, skin rubbingon skin. Cullen wrapped his hands around her body, holding Myr closer, kissingand biting her collarbone, and she, in turn, trapped in the hot prison, weredigging her sharp nails into the muscles of his back. Erratic breathing andmoaning filled the room accompanied by the the bed banging into the wall. 

The pushed andthrust, the movements are seemingly eternal, but soon enough Myr felt her toescurling up and the darkness under her eyelids becoming blinding white lightwhen the orgasm caught up with her. She clenched around her commander as thelast resort, failing to hold her body together and shaking as the pleasure hither like the ocean wave, switching off the sounds and leaving her gaping forair. Cullen lasted a little longer because of his previous encounter, butfollowed her soon after a few more thrusts. He seemed to be struggling tobreath as well if his chest quickly moving up and down was any indication, aswell as his stiffened fingers on her sides, they were going to leave brightmarks after. 

After what feltlike eternity Cullen slid out of her leaving the feeling of emptiness behind,and reached for the blanket to cover both of them. He still wouldn’t let Myrout of his hands though, pulling her on his chest as he rolled over to lie onthe back. She nuzzled into his neck, kissing it lightly from time to time. 

“I wish Icould stay like this forever”, he said quietly, running his fingersthrough Myr’s long wavy hair that fell across her back. 

“Metoo”, she sighed, various images of her other advisors coming to her mindalready, making her frown, but she was very well fucked to really feel sadabout anything. Instead she felt her eyes heaving with pleasant tiredness, andshe yawned, hugging Cullen’s torso a little bit tighter. “Could you pleaseshoo them away when they show up? I could use a little nap, not everyone inthis room can brag about their successful night life." 

"Okay”,Cullen let out a soft laugh, looking down at her with honey brown eyes filledwith love. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll be here." 

She was,indeed, thinking about the last couple of days. At first, she could not believeshe was back with her family, even for a short while. Ever since KeeperDeshanna joined the City Council clan Lavellan started slowly but steadilyfalling apart - majority of them joined the keeper in the City while the rest,mostly unfriendly towards humans, were practically lost without guidance. Thisis when her Mother showed up, as confident as ever, with the entirety of herown clan, at it just happened that those lost souls accepted her as a newKeeper.

The firstthing her Mother did after settling there for good was to request herdaughter’s presence. Myr spent almost a year avoiding her, blaming everythingon Corypheus first, then on being busy with the aftermath but she couldn’trefuse when her own father showed up with the whole group of dalish warriorsright at the main gate of Skyhold. Poor common folk was scared shitless fromthe view of seven tall elves armed to the teeth.

Her Mother’sanother request was to bring her new friends and her “so-calledboyfriend” alone with her “bony ass”. This was the exact reasonwhy she was completely alone right now - Dorian was swept away by the samegroup of warriors they spent the entire time travelling with and the casket thatlooked suspiciously like the fine antivan wine. Varric excused himself to thearavel offered to the guest with eyes shining so bright Myr was sure hecouldn’t wait to get to the paper and the quill. There was no doubt his nextstory is going to be about Mighty Inquisitor Challenging Her Mother And FailingSpectacularly.

And it wasn’teven the most horrible part. During their dinner she lost track of Cullen forbarely a second and the next thing she saw was him being dragged by theshoulder into the Keeper’s house.

She sighed andthrew a stick into the fire. There wasn’t much to do now - she was going tolose the man she loved to her own Mother’s trickery and deceit so she might aswell start looking for a new Commander to the Inquisition. 

The sound ofheavy steps from behind interrupted her melancholic musings. Her ears twitchedat the familiarity and Myr turned immediately with wary deep into her eyes,ready to use what little of healing magic she knew. To her surprise Cullenlooked completely unharmed if only disheveled a little, his soft curls fallingon his forehead. He also seemed to lose all his armor, courtesy of her father,no doubt. Those two completely deserved each other and could work up the Makerhimself and he wouldn’t notice.

Commandersmiled a little with the corner of his lips and sat on the ground right besideMornemyr. Without any delay his arm found its way around her shoulders bringingher closer into the warm hug. She thanked the night and the orange light fromthe bonfire when she felt like even the tips of her ears were blushing aftershe leaned in and rubbed her cheek on the soft fabric of his undershirt.

“Are youdisappointed in me now?” she asked in a quiet voice, rubbing the palm ofher left hand. A few weeks ago the anchor decided to remind her of itsexistence with a light pain and since then it has been bothering her ever soslightly.

“Maker,Myr, why would I be disappointed in you?” a big hand covered her own,rough fingers intertwining with hers in the most delightful way.

“I lostagain”, her gaze went back to the fire. “I’m not strong enough nomatter what I do.”

“You’rethe strongest person I know”, Cullen seemed to disagree with her. Shecould feel his lips on the side of her forehead, their usual sign of encouragement,and couldn’t stop a little smile from appearing on her face.

“Don’t besilly, I’m sure you saw how impressive that woman was”, she said, fightingan urge to be all over Cullen already. She had to finish her little game ofcatch first.

“Sorry, Ididn’t notice”, his next kiss landed on her cheekbone right beside herear. “There was someone else who stole my attention.”

Myr snorted atthat, a sly smile is now full and eyes shining with blue light. In one smoothmotion she slipped away from his embrace and stood up, extending a hand ininvitation. “Come.”

A littlesurprised, Cullen took the hand and stood up too. “Where are wegoing?” he asked when Myr took the course away from the circles ofaravels.

“Into thewoods”, she became more and more excited the closer they approached thewall of trees. The singing of cicadas was louder now, sometimes interrupted bythe sound of wild animals. The moment they were surrounded by the thick shadowsshe turned to the commander.

“ I needto show you something”, she cupped his face for a moment and a secondlater without breaking an eye contact she disappeared in a whirl of snowflakes,fadestepping away. Befuddled, Cullen was left alone in the darkness, lookingaround helplessly and seeing nothing. He was ready to call for Mornemyr whensuddenly he heard a short laugh, clear like the sound of a silver bell.Something cold passed him leaving a bunch of lights behind, which after acloser look turned out to be a swarm of fireflies. A couple of seconds later itreturns with another bunch, and then another, and one more after that, all ofit followed with laughs and giggles. Soon the air around him was filled withpale green lights and he was able to see - just in time to notice the familiarwhirl approaching. He opened his arms and immediately was almost knocked off tothe ground by a force of a full body emerging out of nowhere. Taking a stepback to steady himself he wrapped one hand around Myr’s waist while burying theother one in her hair at the back of her head. Without a word he pulled herinto the mind melting kiss, not letting go until there was no air in his lungs.Breathing heavily Mornemyr looked right into his eyes. He was especiallybeautiful this way with a blush on his cheeks and swollen lips, surrounded by magicallights.

“Gotyou”, she whispered, locking her hand behind his back.