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Diana had truly tried to protest at first. She wasn't helpless just… circumstances had recently changed. Solas had made sure of that.
But then Cullen had leaned over the edge of the tub, his gaze only momentarily flickering down before his lion eyes once more held hers. A gentle smile curved his lips as they brushed against her ear, his breath warm as a shiver crept across her bare skin.
"Do not take this privilege from me,” he chided in a tone that held no real reproach, just a subtle understanding as calloused fingers threaded through the wet strands of her hair. “I am your husband now, remember? It is my honor to provide for you, my love, as you have always provided for me.”
Any further argument died on her lips under his gentle touch, the way he carefully lathered each lock with reverence. He was a man at prayer, worshipful in his duty as he eased her tension with practiced precision against her scalp.
She sighed as she sank further into the lavender scent of the water, her eyes fluttering closed as she heard a soft chuckle of pleasure rumble deep from his chest.
“You are so beautiful like this,” he praised with a low hum as he slowly rinsed each curl with quiet adoration. “Most days I still cannot believe you chose to be mine.”
She grinned then, an unbridled happiness touching her soul as she turned her head to meet his honeyed gaze with her own. “I think you just love me more when I do not argue,” she teased with a wink as he shook his head in exasperation.
“Well that does make things easier–”
Her mouth fell open in shock at his bold words, before she splashed him for good measure as she playfully pouted in response. She loved these quiet moments with him, when they were just two people deeply in love. No expectations, no pressure. Just a man and a woman with unwavering devotion.
His face went slack as water drenched his open tunic, surprise warring with something she couldn't quite place before his eyes darkened in unspoken hunger.
“If you wanted me to join you, my love, all you had to do was ask…”
“I certainly wouldn't mind,” she replied as she leaned forward to brush his nose with her own in the most intimate of caresses. His sharp inhale of breath was the sweetest of sounds, her cheeks flushing with heat as he stood and began to strip off his tunic as her eyes never left his.
“Anything for you, wife,” he grinned as the fabric fell forgotten to the ground. “As I said, it is my honor to provide for you– in any way you need.”