Familiar Scents

From @cyber-fairie to @ohgodsalazarwhy
This piece is definitely NSFW and is an A/B/O AU.

“Is it really necessary that I be here Commander?” Dorian drawled, unable to hide the shiver that coursed through him even though he’d worn the warmest robes he had, sacrificing fashion and covering both shoulders with thick spun wool.

“I suppose I could invite Madame Vivienne…”

Dorian growled in the back of his throat, his eyes narrowing at the Alpha standing beside him.  “Now you’re just being nasty.”

Cullen laughed, the sound ringing out through the courtyard where several young mages stood looking cautiously at a matching number of former Templars.  That Dorian would rather freeze solid before relinquishing his position judging the newly arrived mages fitness for battle, Cullen finally gave in to the Omega’s shivering and took off his own cloak, dropping it over Dorian’s shoulders.  “There, is that better?”

Warmth, delicious warmth suffused Dorian’s body followed quickly by the familiar lyrium and sawdust scent that he had long ago learned to associate with Cullen.  Forcing back a purr of contentment, Dorian pasted a bland look on his face as he covered up his almost instinctive scenting by drawling, “It smells surprisingly less like wet dog than I had anticipated.”

Another burst of laughter escaped Cullen.  “You’re welcome.  Now, can we begin?”

Dorian nodded his head regally, wrapping the cloak more firmly around himself as he followed Cullen over and motioned for the first mage to begin.

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