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“How long have I been asleep?” She asked, the warmth from the blankets piled high a temptation hard to resist. She snuggled deeper, feeling his arms tighten around her in response. “I haven’t missed the war council, have I?”

Itharel’s lips formed into a grin though he tried to fight it, burying his face into the thick waves of her hair, lips trailing along the shell of her ear. “Of course not, my love.”

She raised an inquisitive eyebrow, knowing he might not be lying, but he was certainly hiding something. “Is that so?” Nerys shifted her body to sitting, turning to face him with her legs tucked underneath her, his grip loosening to accommodate the new position. “Why do I feel as if you’re not being entirely truthful?”

Itharel leaned forward, trying to grasp her waist when she slipped out of his path, bare feet dancing across the floor towards the fireplace where he couldn’t grab her. 

Lifting a finger as if to scold him, Nerys tried not to laugh when all he did was smile. “You’re up to something.”

“All I want is to stay in bed with the Inquisitor. Is that so awful?” Itharel crawled to the edge of the bed, watching Nerys for any sign of sudden movement, like a cat stalking its prey. “Come back to bed.”

“No.” She said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest but refusing to take her eyes off of him. “I need to get ready to meet with Leliana and Cassandra.”

“Do you?”

Itharel placed a singular foot on the floorboards, each movement slow and deliberate. Neither of them were particularly sneaky but her love was nimble enough to catch her should he need to.

“Yes. I’m not here for fun, Itharel. I have a job to do.” 

“Certainly you’re owed a break.” Itharel’s other foot joined the first on the floor. Nerys noted he was still near the bed, but she didn’t trust where this was going. Some of his dark hair fell into his eyes and she had to resist reaching out to brush it back. “Maybe for a little longer.”

“Itharel-”

She’d barely gotten his name out of her mouth when he launched himself across the gap between them. 

With a squeal, she attempted to escape but wasn’t fast enough. Itharel’s arms snaked around her from behind, pulling her tightly against him and his lips found her exposed neck. Giggles erupted from her lips as he trailed kisses along her neck and across her shoulder, and Nerys couldn’t help when her body relaxed against his.

“You’re going to get me into trouble.” She scolded him softly as he moved his mouth to where her pulse beat steadily.

“How?” He paused his perusal, smirking against her skin. “Aren’t you the boss here?”

Nerys figured Cassandra might argue with her about who made what decisions concerning the Inquisition, but she doubted Itharel wanted to hear them. With a sigh, she relented, letting him guide her back to the warmth of the bed. The cold of the floorboards were starting to chill her skin, but she refused to make a fool of herself and dig herself a burrow out of the blankets.

“Fine, but if Cassandra comes looking for me, I’m blaming you.”

Itharel fell backwards into the bed, pulling her down with him into the softness, a laugh escaping his mouth as they landed amongst the blankets and pillows. “That’s a deal worth taking.”