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They met many times after that. Sneaking around Skyhold and camps across Thedas, meeting each other in the dead of night covered in battle and smelling of lust. Bull did his best to give her what she needed every time. He took control of the situations, took charge, and let her forget all her responsibilities, let them fall away with her clothes. Their sex was rough and carnal, and he had been afraid he would hurt her, so they had set up the safe word. She never used it though. She seemed to need everything he gave her and he was more than happy to oblige. He wasn't sure what it was they were doing together...if it was just sex, just her getting to release all of her tension, or if it was more for her...it was for him, but he held the admission at bay, kept it only at the edges of his mind. If she didn't want more, if this was only sex to her, he could keep that up, he could keep his feelings to himself. It's not like he was good at expressing those things anyways. Dirty jokes and lighthearted words were all he had. She accepted them, when he spoke them, talking of reading her right and of his own pleasure when they were together. But he never said anything that could be considered...too real.
He was wasting time in the tavern considering all this when she approached him. She looked around to see if anyone was looking, and deciding they weren't sat next to him and placed her hand on his thigh, sliding it forward slowly toward his almost immediately erect form.
“Do you have some time, Bull? I have something I want to give you.” She arched her eyebrow suggestively.
“Ah, good.” He laughed, “I have something for you, as well. Come on, I'll go first.” He got up and left, quickly striding toward her quarters at the top of Skyhold. She sat for a moment, gazing after him. He couldn't read her expression very well, he was walking too fast, but she seemed almost...sad? Anxious? She hadn't seemed that way a moment ago. He shook off the thoughts as he settled down to wait for her arrival.
She walked in and before she could say anything he pounced on her, tearing her clothes off and kissing her hard. She wasn't even surprised and met him just as desperately, snapping his belt off and dropping his own pants to the floor. He grabbed her roughly, and still kissing her, trailing down her neck, he spun her around and pressed her over, bent against the bed. He let himself press against her in this position, hovering just outside the opening. She moaned deliciously.
“Oh, please....please Bull...” she cried as he pressed against her, holding off on going in.
“Ah not yet....I am enjoying this moment.” He breathed deeply, the air bringing in her scent, sweat and spice, and the deeper smell of her sex. He pressed harder, still not going in, and reached his hand down to stroke her clit. She cried out, bucking her hips, trying to pull him in, her muscles quivering with pleasure.
“Oh Bull....please, please, please I need you...” she begged breathlessly. He smiled wickedly.
He leaned forward slowly, inching into her, and as he did trailed his hands up her body until they rested on her breasts and he was deeply inside her. He pinched her nipples lightly and flexed his groin muscles as well.
“This?” He growled. “Is this what you need?” she moaned and he grabbed the full of her breasts, squeezing roughly.
“Yes, Bull, yes I need you...” her voice betraying her desperate desire was the last straw, and he lost his ability to restrain himself and tease. He leaned back up and roughly grabbed her hips, and began thrusting in and out of her, gradually increasing his pace to a hectic, fevered speed. He could feel her body responding, feel her muscles contract outside and in. She cried out with ecstasy, her hands tearing at the sheets, balling into fists. She turned her head, and he saw the unfiltered joy on her face as she gasped in time with his rhythm.
Again she climaxed multiple times before they finished. She did that often, which pleased him immensely and was no small boost to his ego. His orgasm was monumental, rocking them both with the force. After they both tumbled into the bed, limbs entangled, breathing heavy.
She sighed happily, and looked into his eyes. “This...is...everything.” She panted. He smiled at her, and pulled her close into him. He said nothing, just hugged her close, hoping his body could respond in the way he could not with words. She snuggled in happily into his embrace, and for a time they remained that way, simply letting their bodies bask in the glow of their carnal delight.
Eventually, reluctantly, she got up and dressed. He remained on the bed, stretched out languorously, and watched her gather her clothes from where they had been thrown and put them back on. When she was re-robed she hopped back on the bed. A small knot of worry seemed to be forming on her forehead. He placed a hand on her back and rubbed gently, and she smiled again at him.
“This is it,” he said, “No wars, no worries, nothing beyond this room but you, and me.” She closed her eyes and smiled.
Without warning Cullen burst into the room trying to ask the Inquisitor something. He saw what was before him and began profusely apologizing. Suddenly the room was far too crowded for Bull's taste, as Josephine and Cassandra made the same mistake as Cullen. Cassandra insinuated that it was a fling, a one time occurrence. To his vast surprise, Nova got angry.
“This is not a fling, Bull and I have done this before and intend to do it again. Any problems?” She stared them all down, her eyes sharper than the edge of a blade. They all mumbled assents and left quickly, Josephine eyeing bull shamelessly on the way out. Once they were gone, she sighed heavily.
“You okay?” he asked, concerned that being outed might be the end of this...whatever it was, even though she said it wasn't a fling. She was the Inquisitor after all. Taking a Tal-Vashoth to bed could not be good for her reputation, or the Inquisition's.
“Actually, yes.” She smiled at him. “Here, I have something for you.” she turned and pulled something out of her pocket, and handed it to him. “It's a dragons tooth split in half, so even when we are apart, we can be together.” her voice quavered, and he could tell she was trying to keep her expression blank.
It was like she had given him the world on a string. His face softened, he felt like he wanted to cry....almost. He didn't even think she remembered that bit about Qunari culture...and now she gives this to him, and answered all of his doubts about whether or not she was really in this, what it meant to her. She said it before...and he didn't hear it. “This is everything” she had said to him, on more than one occasion. She had been trying to tell him she cared.
“Kadan, it is not often that people can surprise me. Thank you.” He leaned over and pinned her half of the necklace on for her.
“Kadan?” she asked, smiling timidly at him.
“Kadan. My heart.” he embraced her and laid her back down with him, relief mingling with joy at calling her that, being fully honest with how he felt with her. She kissed him gently, and pulled herself into him, allowing him to wrap himself around her.
“You have given me something today I never thought was possible. Thank you.” he whispered. She smiled up at him, her eyes alight.
“You give me that every day.” she kissed his chest and snuggled against him again. They stayed like that for a long time, resting in each others arms, feeling each others warmth and hearts. Bull had a Kadan...and he could not have been happier.