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Lydia was going to break him, of that he was certain. She was stalking him like she would prey, her eyes scanning every inch of him. He should have expected this. Lydia was outspoken and dangerous, it should make sense that her tastes in bed were as outgoing as she was. Yet it surprised him.
The way she watched his every move, the way she licked her lips, the way she would send wanting glances over the hold. Before it was manageable, before he was able to push it down till he shamefully relived himself in his own room.
But after that night on his desk? Well he hasn't known peace ever since. Now he knows how her skin feels below his, now he knows how she tastes, how she sounds, how she feels. She is everything to him, and now she's going to destroy him.
"Cullen." Her voice is sharp and deadly, snapping him to attention. They're in his room, still fully clothed and standing. She's in front of him, gathered to her full height, he likes how she's just slightly taller, how he has to just tilt his head to kiss her. She's looking down at him, like he's nothing to her, and he hates to admit that it gets him going.
She looks beautiful, her hair framing her face, her eyeliner high and sharp, her honey brown eyes narrowed at him, her vallaslin accentuating her cheekbones. They called her the 'Herald of Andraste' but Cullen might just believe she was Andraste herself, however blasphemous it was, but seeing this ethereal being, it was hard to think otherwise.
"Are you listening to me, dear?" She speaks again, taking a step closer this time. His breath hitches, every muscle in his body tense with excitement. He has no idea what she has planned, he only has patches of quiet, dirty whispers from the throes of passion. He has no idea what she will do with him, and he is /thrilled/.
"Yes." His reply is breathy, every part of him wanting to step forward, but he won't risk breaking this spell.
"Good boy." A jolt of pleasure. Oh he hopes it will be like this the whole time. "I want to ask something of you." Anything, oh he will do anything she wishes. "I would like you to strip for me, and then lay down all quiet and pretty." A flush comes to his cheeks but he nods, beginning the long process of taking off his armour. He wishes he did it before, he's so hard it's painful and the armour really is a pain to take off.
She watches him like a hawk, every button and clasp that he undoes. She doesn't move an inch, she just stares and watches, it makes his skin itch and he wants to squirm or move away.
Finally he is rid of his armour, left only in a soft shirt and trousers. She gives a slight nod, raising a sharp brow. He gives in, stripping himself of all clothing. He feels a bit embarrassed, standing completely naked in front of her, watching her watch him. He wants to cower, wants to cover himself and hide, but he doesn't. He stands tall and waits. He can be good.
"Very pretty...Well? On the bed Commander." She waves a hand towards the bed, expectation all over her face. He flushes. Right, she asked him to lay on the bed afterwards.
He awkwardly lays down, feeling uncomfortable for the first time. He's not used to being on display, not for anyone.
Lydia hasn't moved, she stays still, just watching him. It makes him want to snap at her, to ask her to get a move on, to bed. He bites at his lip to stop any sound coming out. She finally moves, kneeling on the bed next to his chest. She places one finger in the middle of his torso, not moving.
This is the first she has touched him all night and it is painfully light. It could barely be counted as a caress and yet be shivers all the same. A sly grin spreads across her face. "You know...you are really pretty." Her smile softens and she moved her other hand to cup his cheek. "It's a shame you can't see it." She tuts, her fingers curling so her nails are brushing his jaw. It's a minor threat. "I guess I'll just have to show you until you believe it." The sigh she let's out is long and soft, as though this is a hindrance on her life.
"How?" He's almost hesitant to ask but he needs to know.
"How? Oh you sweet thing, I'll show you how." With that, she leans down and licks a stripe up the side of his neck, causing him to gasp. "I'm going to explore every inch of you with my tongue."