"Maker, do I," she smirks, getting on her knees and moving to straddle him once again. She takes his cock and guides it over her slit, slightly probing but not quite-- teasing even. She throws her head back and she stifles a moan. "We have to make this quick. I only promised Nellie an hour."

"It couldn't hurt to think about it though," Cullen smiles. "If ever we do make it to Kirkwall, we could ask around, you know. Maybe visit your mother's home and look for answers there."