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bakerstreet2015-07-25 04:26 pm
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weekly (lady-)boners and just generally shippy things

the shipping + smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPY AND NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS
i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.
THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.
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Still, though, he's worn out - not to mention in need of a wash. He's in Betrys's chambers, stripped down to just his trousers, slung low over his hips, and he's considering a trip to the barracks washroom to sluice off - no point dragging the Inquisitor's big copper tub out and inconveniencing the servants for something he can do much faster on his own.
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Whether he realizes it or not, he's absolutely beautiful.
With the door shut tightly at the landing and no one around to hear, she can't resist resting her elbows on the stone railing and watching openly. "Good day to you, messere. What brings you to my chambers on such a fine day?"
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"Oh, well -" He clears his throat and decides to play along. Bets is clearly in a playful mood, which he enjoys. "I won a spar against one of the finest warriors in the land. I was told the lady who occupies these chambers might be offering a reward for such a thing."
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When he's within reach, she sets a palm on his chest without concern for the lingering sweat. Seeing him, feeling him, in such a state, she can hardly resist leaning up for a kiss. But at least for a moment or two longer, she must. "You've fought well, and I am very pleased with you. What reward do you ask?"
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"I, ah, hadn't really thought that far ahead," he says finally. "But, I was told that the lady who lives here is the most beautiful lady in Thedas, and they were most certainly right," he adds. "Seeing you is quite the reward in itself."
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"Perhaps I shall choose your boon," she tells him, drawing a finger over the shape of his collarbone. "Where are you off to next, my darling?"
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Not while she's here, giving him her attention.
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"Well, then," she answers, taking another fond little kiss, "I should hardly like to keep you. Why don't I come along?"
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And for better or worse, slipping into the barracks to wash Cullen off is certainly a potent reminder of her humanity. "Besides, my commander is an upstanding gentleman. I doubt he would hear a word against me from his troops."
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He squeezed her hand. "Or perhaps I just want to be the only one who does."
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"Then you have one more task before you," she tells him lightly, squeezing his hand back. "Take me there without causing a scandal, and I'll see that you're richly rewarded."
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And then he'll slip inside when everyone is gone.
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"We'll need to separate. Shall I sneak into the washroom in, ten minutes?"
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And she's fortunate she has so much time, because between getting to the barracks and getting up the pluck to send herself skidding into the mud (and who knows what else, there are horses here!), it takes her nearly that long to get into the washroom in the first place. By the time they're scheduled to meet back up, she's still carefully hanging up her stained clothing.
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It's deserted, as he expected - the troops, naturally, obey their Inquisitor without question. He glances around to make sure no one will see him slip inside, and finds her still hanging up her dirty clothes.
"We'll make sure they get washed thoroughly," he promises her with a faint smile, already working at the clasps on his armor.
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She loves to take off his armor, even if she can't manage it with the speed of his practiced hands. Each piece is its own bit of a puzzle, to be set gently down, and there's the flesh beneath, still hidden by cloth, to be kissed hello. It's a gesture of supreme fondness and appreciation for her.
"I do like your armor," she goes on, as she sets the last piece on the floor, "but I like feeling you even more."
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"This is already a very nice reward," he comments, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.
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"With only nicer things to come," she answers, helping him with his shirt. When his chest is bare to her once more--and Maker's breath, his chest--she leans in to kiss his breastbone, letting her tongue flick out to taste the salt of his skin before she draws back.
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Letting her bare shoulders and breasts press lightly against him, she drags a hand down his stomach to his breeches.
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Right now, though, it seems amusing, even a little sexy, especially as she slips a hand inside his breeches to stroke a light touch over the base of him. Just a moment's brush over the warm flesh, and then she's pushing the cloth down over his narrow hips, a bit more businesslike.
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