bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

minor injury meme.

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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[This is where he'd turn fully and press her against the bed, but the moment he forgets about his injury and moves, he has to hunch forward with a frustrated sigh.]

Damn.

Careful - [ She chides him gently, and as her gaze drops to his side to make sure he didn't mess up the bandages, she notices that bulge in his breeches. ] We have shit luck sometimes, don't we.

[ That doesn't stop her hand from wandering to his lap, though, brushing her knuckles over him. ]

Indeed. [His groan is almost a whine. Not fair.]

[ Like she doesn't plan to follow through. Pfft. Her fingers start tugging at the laces on his breeches and she kisses him again, trying to think of how to make it work. If there's a position comfortable enough, for him to take her, to be inside her.

She's not sure, so for the moment she gently nudges him to lie back on the bed. ]

[Like he'll protest. Cullen carefully rests his back against the mattress and finds that being horizontal feels infinitely better than sitting up.]

We're worse than teenagers. [He can't help but laugh as he feels his pants being loosened.]

Maybe. [ She could say a lot of things to that - that this is still new, that they're all hyper-aware of the imminent threat of death, that not more than an hour ago he scared her half to death thinking he was seriously hurt, that she misses him when they're apart - all true. But she doesn't say any of that, just smiles, freeing his cock and giving it an experimental stroke. ]

Nothing I did as a teenager was as good as this.

Then that makes two of us. [No vows of celibacy for Cullen here, but when he was younger he was busy trying to be the best Templar he could be. He never acted on any infatuations. Never had the time nor the nerve.

His cock grows harder now that it's her skin against his, and Cullen clears his throat to stop the moan that wants to escape.]

[ She had a few trysts, with other apprentices. They were almost universally quick and unsatisfying - difficult to find decent privacy in a Circle Tower, constantly under watch. In some ways, it makes their trouble finding time to be together seem easy.

She likes the way his face starts to go slack and he tries so hard to be quiet while she touches him, it makes her smile. She understands the impulse, she does it too, still, always afraid of being overheard no matter how private they are. She kisses him, coaxing his mouth open eagerly. ]

[His hand slips behind her neck to keep her mouth over his, kissing her back thoroughly, almost hungrily. Maker, he missed her. A shame he'd gone and screwed things up by getting shot, but this is turning out to be alright.]

Please. [He whispers against her mouth when he pauses for a breath.] I need to have you.

[ It never takes much to get her body thrumming with want for him - his touches, kisses, the words her murmurs into her ear, and she needs this too, but - ] How?

[ The last thing she wants is to cause him pain, or exacerbate the injury in any way. He'll have to take the lead. ]

[That is a good question. Cullen rubs his chin, like he often does when mulling over a map.]

Firstly, you need to take off your clothes.

[ She grins that wicked grin, fingers already going to the clasps on her shirt. How many times has she walked into his office to see him wearing that exact same expression - or nearly so, anyway. Except now he's mostly unclothed, his cock nearly erect, his pupils blown wide, and all she wants in the world right now is him inside her as she tosses her shirt aside and starts squirming out of her breeches. ]

[Usually, he'd like to have a more active hand in getting her undressed, but he supposed an arrow to the side is a good excuse to take it easy. As he waits for her to undress he slowly strokes himself--no, he's not a teenager anymore, and it does take a little more effort to keep himself erect.]

You must have missed me.

[ She almost can't get out of her clothes fast enough, she is that eager. So that probably answers itself, really. ]

I did. I always do, you know that. [ It's not the longest amount of time they've been apart since they started this, but it was one of the most boring for her, anyway, with nothing to do but wander around Skyhold and fret for several days, when normally she'd be running around killing bandits and closing rifts and uncovering murderous conspiracies.

So yes, once her breeches are discarded, she's pressing against his uninjured side, hooking a leg over his, turning his face for another kiss. ]

I do know. [He wishes he could turn and run his hands over her body, admiring like he often did, but he doesn't want to risk upsetting his wound. Foolish as they're being he's sure he'll be in agony later, but it'll be worth it.]

Perhaps one day we'll swing in the other direction. Grow sick of seeing each other too much.

[Implying that they'll be together long enough for that to happen.]

That would never happen. [ She knows what he's getting at, but still. ] I like your face too much.

[He laughs. What kind of compliment is that?]

I like your face, too.

[ An intentionally silly one, if true enough in its way. She kisses him again, pressing herself closer with a hum. Her hand covers his on his cock, eager to touch him again. ]

[Cullen gives her a little nudge, urging her onto her back.]

Not yet.

[If he rolls himself gently enough, onto his good side, he can slip a hand between her legs.]

[ She allows it, pushing a lock of hair out of her face as she lies back, parting her thighs for him. She might get impatient, but that's half the fun. ]

I can't do much right now, but I am capable of this. [He's aching to be inside her, but Cullen knows the value of foreplay. Of doting on her. The touch on her clit is light and teasing.]

[ She's already aroused, and her toes curl a little in anticipation at that light, teasing touch. He's always so attentive, reverential even. Like he can't quite believe she's here.

That is just as arousing as anything else. ]

[He rubs small circles for a time, and then slips a finger into her, and another if she wants it.]

I think about this--you--often, while we're apart. About how much I want to pleasure you.

[ Oh, she definitely wants it. Her hips roll into his touch and her eyes flutter shut as she bites back a whimper. He - thinks about - this?

Maker, that's sexy.

Her fingers work their way into his hair as she whimpers again. ]

Cullen...

[For what she's given him--and continues to give--he'd do anything for her. He never thought himself as lovable, especially after he'd nearly lost his mind. He was an angry, broken man. And then after leaving the order--who would want to deal with him and his painful crawl away from lyrium? The mood swings? The nightmares?

Not to mention stubbornness when shot.]

Yes, Nadia?

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