[ cullen lets the sarcasm pass by without comment. right now isn't the time for him to try and convince her of that everything had been worth it, in the end. no, that could just end up in another argument and that's... that's something he'd like to avoid for a while. sleeping on his own has been more difficult than he remembers.
instead of replying, he leans down and kisses her softly, slowly. partially as a distraction and partially because he just likes kissing her. a lot. and he's missed it. so much so that he's apparently forgotten both the dog that has tottered off somewhere and the fact that they live with dorian and thom, either of whom could hypothetically wander in and interrupt what should be a private moment. ]
[ Oh, she knows. She has a hard time with sincerity as far as sentiment goes, but she would admit (and mean it) that everything had worked out fine once they'd stopped Corypheus. She isn't about to argue it and can't even tease him much more, not when he leans down and presses his lips to hers. Cecily hums happily against them, leaning into the kiss, overwhelmingly glad to have him back. She doesn't care a whit that the others could wander in and observe; it's only a kiss, dammit, and she refuses to acknowledge any embarrassment, though there isn't any to be found, at present.
The kiss is languid, almost painfully so, and she has to wonder if he's doing it on purpose. After going a while without the contact, she admits a needy, almost frustrated nose, snaking a hand around his neck to keep him close. She won't rush it because it's good, but it's hard not to tug him downward with a more demanding gesture.
[ it is on purpose, but probably not for the reason she's thinking. he does it not to annoy her or anything similar, but because when things are like this--unhurried, relaxed almost--he feels like he could get lost in the slide of her mouth on his. cullen could very happy waste a morning (or an afternoon, or a day) doing nothing but holding cecily close and kissing her. or at least wasting as much time as she'd let him get away with before she got frustrated and upped the ante.
he can't help but laugh a little at the noise she makes and the way she holds onto him. ] So impatient... [ he murmurs, teasing.
cullen pulls her closer til they're pressed together from shoulders to hips, and nips at her lower lip. he lets his thumbs slide under the hem of her shirt and leans in to kiss her again and--
the dog barks. ]
Oh, for-- [ he glares over cecily's shoulder at pup who is sitting a few feet away with his favorite stick at his feet. ] Really?
[ Varric said he would name their story This Shit is Weird: The Inquisitor Trevelyan Story, but a more apt title would be The Absolute Unluckiest Person in Thedas: The Inquisitor Trevelyan Story. Maybe she'd been thinking of the desk episode, about trying to maneuver them to their bedroom without breaking contact or getting injured, but that's all snapped from her mind with the bark. It somehow manages to surprise her and she jumps a little, fingers curling tight into the front of his clothes, swearing under her breath before turning around.
So much for that. But she wilts a little; though Cecily would usually be happy to ignore the creature and drag its master off elsewhere with a closed door between them, today... is somehow different. She hesitates, watching Pup as his tongue lolls happily from his mouth, taking in the discernible vibration of happiness at having not one, but two people (!!) with which to play. ]
... Oh, damn it. [ She releases Cullen with a long-suffered sigh, allowing a little distance between them, at least for now. Maybe he'll get bored and she can pick up again where they'd left off!
(The odds aren't with her, though). ]
All right, all right, you massive infant. [ The Inquisitor raises her eyebrows at the mabari, and then: ]
You. Later. [ Cecily says, almost as a warning, turning back to the commander with her eyebrows arched and a finger jabbed into his chest. ]
[ cecily may be incredibly annoyed by this turn of events (and, honestly, cullen is a little annoyed too) but her not-husband is smiling. grinning, actually. a wide one that makes his cheeks ache and takes a few years off his face.
why? well, he's just realized that his wife not only deals with being interrupted by a mabari well, but her first reaction is not to shoo pup away but indulge the dog. be still his massively fereldan heart. he's married the most incredible woman in the world. ]
We will definitely be picking this up later.
[ because he needs to show his appreciation and love for his beautiful, wonderful not-wife. ]
[ That grin manages to surprise her and she looks up at him with some suspicion, but doesn't bother to mask an amused smile of her own. ]
Something funny? [ She teases lightly, almost knowingly, but doesn't needle him over it. Instead, she crouches down to pick up the (wet, slimy) stick and stands, with Pup doing small laps around them in his enthusiasm. ]
Well, out we go. [ Cecily playfully hip checks Cullen as she passes by, stepping out the door with the dog at her heels. If she's going to be step parent (??) to a mabari, she might as well do it right. They didn't have intelligent, loyal hounds that imprinted on you in Ostwick and he's sweet enough to mollify her having lost out on some quality intimate moments.
Alas, here she is, tossing the stick into the distance and watching an enormous dog bound off after it. ]
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instead of replying, he leans down and kisses her softly, slowly. partially as a distraction and partially because he just likes kissing her. a lot. and he's missed it. so much so that he's apparently forgotten both the dog that has tottered off somewhere and the fact that they live with dorian and thom, either of whom could hypothetically wander in and interrupt what should be a private moment. ]
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The kiss is languid, almost painfully so, and she has to wonder if he's doing it on purpose. After going a while without the contact, she admits a needy, almost frustrated nose, snaking a hand around his neck to keep him close. She won't rush it because it's good, but it's hard not to tug him downward with a more demanding gesture.
Eh. She likes kissing him, too. A lot. ]
i should probably apologize for this.
he can't help but laugh a little at the noise she makes and the way she holds onto him. ] So impatient... [ he murmurs, teasing.
cullen pulls her closer til they're pressed together from shoulders to hips, and nips at her lower lip. he lets his thumbs slide under the hem of her shirt and leans in to kiss her again and--
the dog barks. ]
Oh, for-- [ he glares over cecily's shoulder at pup who is sitting a few feet away with his favorite stick at his feet. ] Really?
a plague upon your house
So much for that. But she wilts a little; though Cecily would usually be happy to ignore the creature and drag its master off elsewhere with a closed door between them, today... is somehow different. She hesitates, watching Pup as his tongue lolls happily from his mouth, taking in the discernible vibration of happiness at having not one, but two people (!!) with which to play. ]
... Oh, damn it. [ She releases Cullen with a long-suffered sigh, allowing a little distance between them, at least for now. Maybe he'll get bored and she can pick up again where they'd left off!
(The odds aren't with her, though). ]
All right, all right, you massive infant. [ The Inquisitor raises her eyebrows at the mabari, and then: ]
You. Later. [ Cecily says, almost as a warning, turning back to the commander with her eyebrows arched and a finger jabbed into his chest. ]
heh.
why? well, he's just realized that his wife not only deals with being interrupted by a mabari well, but her first reaction is not to shoo pup away but indulge the dog. be still his massively fereldan heart. he's married the most incredible woman in the world. ]
We will definitely be picking this up later.
[ because he needs to show his appreciation and love for his beautiful, wonderful not-wife. ]
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Something funny? [ She teases lightly, almost knowingly, but doesn't needle him over it. Instead, she crouches down to pick up the (wet, slimy) stick and stands, with Pup doing small laps around them in his enthusiasm. ]
Well, out we go. [ Cecily playfully hip checks Cullen as she passes by, stepping out the door with the dog at her heels. If she's going to be step parent (??) to a mabari, she might as well do it right. They didn't have intelligent, loyal hounds that imprinted on you in Ostwick and he's sweet enough to mollify her having lost out on some quality intimate moments.
Alas, here she is, tossing the stick into the distance and watching an enormous dog bound off after it. ]