@ebonyhellebore || commander canary || liked this for a starter
After their reunion, it had been like a fire ignited between them. There had been brief moments in which Sara and Cullen had tried to show restraint, but they had practically evaporated the moment her lips found his own on the Skyhold banister. When he had pressed into their intimacy, encouraged it, with more fervor than she even remembered him having in their youth, she couldn’t resist unwinding like a tightly bound knot under his careful ministrations.
When he’s suggested this time away, she’d immediately resisted. The Inquisitor needed both of them. She was capable, and he was necessary, but when affairs brought them both to the coasts, the Inquisitor had practically insisted they take a vacation together-- though using far more euphemism that brought a smirk to her lips and a blush to her lover’s.
They were here with the tenderness of the love that had been slowly burning for decades-- and just their bodies The morning, though, was something lovely and she pressed her bare flesh to his own and kissed the nape of his neck with a reverence she would bestow only to him and the Maker. His sleeping face was like heaven to her, but she couldn’t resist trying to wake him. Her nose nuzzled at his clavicle and sighed happily as her slender sigh rubbed against his own tree-truck of a muscled limb. “Wake up, Commander,” she lilted softly, “Our time to strike is limited. We should make the most of it.”
