To Face Unafraid

Adoribull Holiday Gift Exchange for @kidvoodoo from @eugenideswalksintoabar
prompts were NSFW, snowy kisses, and cuddling by the fire

It has long since stopped being a matter of life and death for Dorian, and Bull is glad. Instead, “don’t get caught” has become their favorite game. Not with sex, oh, probably it would be with sex in the summer, when the grass will be soft and green and bared skin will risk only humiliation instead of frostbite when it touches the stones of the buildings in Skyhold’s courtyard. For now, though, Bull sticks to kissing.

He tugs Dorian by the gloved wrist into a corner on the battlements. They’re not ten steps from the privacy of their own room but this is more fun somehow. Colder, certainly. “Patrol will come by in about forty seconds, kadan,” he whispers, encroaching on Dorian’s space. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Dorian’s huff of a laugh is betrayed by the frigid air. It comes out like a plume of white smoke and Bull would never tell Dorian but part of the reason he puts up with Skyhold’s cold is to see physical evidence of his lover’s happiness. It makes up for the snow coming down and the icicles on the rooves and the fact that yesterday Cole somehow got his tongue stuck to the metal gates. Dorian gives him a coy smirk. “I suppose you’re expecting me to kiss you for thirty-nine seconds.”

Bull shrugs. “I definitely wouldn’t hate it.”

“I suppose neither would I.” Here in the snow, Dorian’s mouth feels warmer than any hot chocolate they could have had (which, come to think of it, Bull has a bit of stashed away in their room for a day just like this) and his arms, wrapped around Bull’s neck like a second scarf, are a delightful contrast to the gentle prickle of snowflakes settling on Bull’s head.

They kiss for a good forty-two seconds by Bull’s count. Long enough that they both hear the crunching of armored boots in virgin snow when Bull pulls away and the two of them rush, giggling, to their room and close the door.

“We have hot chocolate,” Bull offers.

“Mmm, I’d rather have you,” Dorian answers. “Chocolate after.”

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