Dragon Age

Honey

Wren sipped her tea. The soft breeze blew the garden flowers and caressed her cheeks. She basked in the autumn sun.

Cullen watched her as he moved through the garden. It’s been too long since he’d seen her.He could swear her hair was longer. “How was the Western Approach?” He sat across from her at the small table. Her excited smile made his heart beat faster.

“It was an adventure for sure, but I couldn’t wait to get back.” She looked into his golden eyes, illuminated by the sunlight. She took a sip of tea, a small glob of honey stuck to the roof of her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against it, hoping her embarrassing dilemma wasn’t noticeable.

Cullen stood and leaned over the table. One hand held him, the other cradled her head. He planted his lips on hers. He pulled away to gauge her reaction. Wren’s lips stretched wide and she palmed the sides of his neck, pulling his lips to hers again.

Their tongues passed their parted lips. She tasted like honey. Honey. Oh, honey. Cullen pulled away quickly with a small cough.

Wren tilted her head slightly. “Did I do something wrong?”

Cullen breathed roughly and scratched his neck. “No, no, no.” He coughed again.

“Would you like some tea with honey?” She held the warm kettle against a spare cup.

“The honey.” His voice was gruff.

“The honey?”

“I’m allergic.” He rested his arm on the table and fisted his hand.

“Oh! Oh, Maker.” Wren stood quickly. “I’ll get you some elfroot.” 

She returned within minutes holding a bottle of healing potion. Her brows furrowed with worry to see his eyes were now red and his cheeks flushed of color.

Wren uncorked the bottle and held it to his lips. Feeling weak, he accepted the help and sucked back the potion. 

“How long does it take to go away?”

“The potion usually gets rid of the reaction quickly.” Cullen rubbed his throat.

Wren could already see the color coming back to his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” He smiled, the red in his eyes fading. His voice clearer. “I’d kiss you if your mouth was full of bees.” She rolled her eyes and grinned. Cullen grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his lap. “Anymore honey in there?”

She rubbed her tongue around the inside of her mouth and looked up making a playful face. “No, I think we’re good.”

“Good.” He kissed her again. 

Wren wrapped her arms around his neck. They chatted between bursts of kisses as the sun set on the garden. His arms around her waist, afraid if he let go she’d have to leave again.

Dragon Age

I Think We’re Alone Now

Dragon Age Prompt: Shy Kiss & Getting Caught in the Act. Cullen x Wren

The cool fall breeze rustled leaves around Wren’s feet. She tilted her back on the bench she sat on and closed her eyes. The sun kept her warm against the chill until a shadow fell over her. She peeked an eye open and suddenly sat up. “Cullen.”

“Inquisitor,” he looked around noticing watchful eyes. “If you have a moment, would you take a small walk with me to discuss the situation in the Exalted Plains?” He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes searching the garden.

“Of course, Commander.” Wren stood and followed him through the garden. 

They made idle chat about the Exalted Plains as they reached Andraste’s Statue. It was tucked away in a small room where candles seemed to burn constantly. Inside, Skyhold seemed to disappear. 

“I must admit,” Cullen started as he held his reports behind his back and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “that was an excuse to get you alone.”

Wren blushed and looked around the tiny room. “Well, it would appear that we are now.”

Cullen smiled, “I guess you’re right.” He leaned toward her to place a kiss on her cheek. Wren turned her head and caught his lips with hers. He laughed softly with surprise, placing his hand on her upper arm. He squeezed her arm lightly and kissed her passionately. Wren stood against him, her hand on his waist. 

“Maker preserve us!” Squealed Mother Giselle as she stepped into the room. “Commander, Inquisitor,”

Cullen and Wren stepped away from each other. Their cheeks were red. They stumbled for an excuse. 

“You’re both, I would assume, consenting adults, so I won’t tell you what to do,” she sighed. “but here?” 

“Oh, I think I hear Josephine!” Wren squeaked and walked briskly out into the garden. 

Sweating profusely, Cullen stayed behind. He managed several apologies before joining Mother Giselle in several prayers.