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    “You ever talk with her?” James had gone out with his old buddy Charles, another marine. They were sharing a beer, loud music from the bar playing overhead.

    James took a swig of his beer. “I mean yeah, obviously.”

    “What’s she like?” James shrugged, letting the glass rim rest against his bottom lip for several moments before taking another drink and setting it against the bar.

    “Honestly? Pretty boring. Makes my job easy - does the same thing every day. We chat, sure, but I’m not having deep philosophical conversations with her. Typical soldier shit, runs a lot, does her target practice, eats her wheaties.” Charles started laughing.

    “Bet she’s impressive to watch.” James blushed at that, Charles knocking his shoulder with his.

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    they're both frustrated after a meeting

    “Cullen, I wanted-.” Cullen froze. He hadn’t locked the door.

    Lavellan stood in the doorway, still holding the doorknob, mouth agape as she slowly dragged her gaze up and down the man before her. Cullen was panting, an apology forming on his lips but he made no move to cover himself, made no move to release his cock from his ever tightening grip. He was afraid the sight of her alone would bring him to orgasm, blush spreading fast up her face as she stared at him.

    “Well, don’t stop on my account.” She said and Cullen moaned, a smirk breaking the shocked expression on her face. His eyes screwed tightly shut as he heard the door shut, heard the click of the lock. He continued to pump his fist, slowly.

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    post-trespasser, pre veilguard. Lavellan leaves the inquisition. Cullen finds her.

    “You could just stay here, if you wanted.”

    The kitchen was far more adorned than it had been the first time Cullen had sat with her. She had acquired some wall dressings, her garden yielding plenty of herbs to hang to dry. Various pelts had been cured and lay plush on the floor. It had been months and months since Cullen first found her.

    He had paused, setting his spoon back into his bowl of porridge. He had planned to leave later that afternoon, return to the crumbling remains of the Inquisition for reasons that eluded him. There was nothing left for him there. There hadn’t been for some time.

    “I would like that.”

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    “Please,” she would breathe softly, sometimes tinged with desperation, sometimes tinged with a hopefulness that brought tears to her eyes. And so he would nod, resting a hand on her shoulder to guide her back into her chambers, eyes vacant as she let her clothes fall from her body as she slipped into bed.

    “Forget”.
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    Lavellan, through Inquisition and after.

    Language:
    English
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    Chapters:
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