I love Krem. So much do I love Krem. I wish he was a romance option. Maybe in DA:4. Here's hoping! Anyway, rated M for sexy times. And I own nothing, all belongs to Bioware. Enjoy!

Krem finds Evelyn sitting on the wall that runs along the top of one of the highest towers of Skyhold. He swallows and glances down the ladder at Bull, who is urging him on with a wave of the hands. Krem rolls his eyes and pulls himself up onto the roof, wondering again if this is a good idea. Bull is usually spot on about these things, so Krem pushes down his doubts and clears his throat.

She twists and blinks twice before a wide grin spreads across her lips. "Hello Krem de la crème," she greets him.

He groans. "You spend too much time with the Chief," Krem mutters. He takes the grin and greeting as a good sign and moves towards her. "How was your meeting?" he asks. She had been enjoying a drink with the Chargers when Cullen had shown up and all but demanded her attention. She had gone willingly enough and Krem was again left wondering if he stood a chance competing with the Commander.

She shrugs and turns back around to look over the scenery. "It went well enough," she replies. "The men have found where they believe Samson is hiding. We leave in the morning to chase after him."

"Ah," he answers. "Well, I suppose I'll leave you then. I'm sure you'll want to get a good night's sleep before you head off." He mentally kicks himself for being so stupid as he pivots back towards the ladder. Of course she would be busy. She is the Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste, and much too-

"Krem," her voice cuts off his inner monologue and he looks at her over his shoulder. "Surely you didn't come up here just to ask me about my meeting." He can hear the teasing note in her voice though she still faces away from him.

"Ah, well, no. I did not, Your Worship," he admits and can feel the heat rising to his cheeks. He is glad she is not looking at him. She tilts her head so she can see him slightly and arches her brow. "I was um… wondering if we uh… maybe could continue our conversation?" he stammers and rubs at the back of his neck.

They had been sitting around drinking while she got to know the Chargers and Krem had taken Bull's cue and made some stupid comment about pillowy man-bosoms. She took the information in stride, but was summoned away before she had a chance to ask any questions. Krem was not sure if she would ask questions, or if he wanted her to.

She flips her legs over so she can face him fully. "What about it?" she asks. Her brow is furrowed slightly, like she really is confused by his words. Something twists in Krem's stomach and he curses the Chief in every way he can imagine.

"I didn't know if you… that is I mean… if you had questions or… wanted to ask… or if you even care about um…" The words die in his throat and he knows his entire face if flushed in humiliation. She just spent the last hour with the man who commands all of her forces, why would she care about a Tevinter merc who runs around with a Qunari? He sighs. "It's nothing, Your Worship. I'm sorry to have disturbed you," he mutters as he turns away.

"Do you mean about your pillowy man-bosoms?" she asks. He stumbles, nearly falling down the hole around the ladder and barely managing to catch himself. He hears her muffled giggles and clears his throat, trying to calm his racing heart as he faces her.

"Ah, yes," he says softly.

She shrugs and crosses her legs at the ankles, swinging them slightly as she considers him. "I will admit, I'm going to have to rework some of my fantasies about you, but it doesn't bother me," she says. He gapes at her, the words making sense, but only just. His mouth flaps open and closed a few times and she frowns slightly. "Krem?"

"F-fantasies?" His face flames as his voice cracks and he wants to throw himself off the side of the tower. Maker save him she fantasized about him?

She slides so that she is standing on the roof, still leaning against the wall and tilts her head down to look up at him through her hair. Something on her face curls low in his gut and he swallows. "Mhmm," she hums. Her feet move, gliding steps towards him. He is frozen, unable to do much but stare as she nears him. "I will admit that one of my favorites involves my legs wrapped around your waist as these amazing hips pummel me with your cock until I cum so hard I scream." Her hand brushes lightly against his waist and he gasps at the heat that sears through him.

"And is the fact that I don't have a cock a deal breaker for you?" he rasps out, half angry and half ready to throw her down and ravage her right there.

She grins up at him. "Not at all. I'm sure there are other ways you can make me cum so hard I scream," she answers.

"You're damned right there are," he growls and he reaches for her, drawing her against him. Part of his mind throws a brief thanks to the Maker for giving him enough sense to change out of his armor, but the rest of him is focused on cataloguing each piece of her he can feel.

Their lips fuse together, tongues tangling and chasing and her hands glide against his shoulders and up around his neck. He traces across every part of her he can reach and then his hands settle against her arse and he squeezes. She takes the cue and pushes up and he catches her thighs, holding her up while she twines her legs around his waist. She rubs against him and groans. "Thought you didn't have a cock," she mutters as she breaks the kiss and her lips track down towards his neck.

"I don't," he replies, forcing himself to focus on his surroundings. He walks them across the roof, trying to ignore the way her tongue and teeth feel against his neck. He settles her on the same stone she had been sitting on earlier and pulls her hips tighter against him. "Still gonna make you cum so hard you scream," he promises just before his mouth meets hers again.

And scream she does, with three of his fingers deep inside her wet heat, his thumb dragging over her clit in a way that makes her tremble, and his mouth sucking at a nipple. Her tunic hangs off her shoulders, half-puddled around her hips and her leggings are down just enough for his hand to fit between her thighs. Her legs are around his waist, hands in his hair and her head is thrown back as she climaxes, the sound carrying far and wide in the crisp, clear evening. His fingers slow as she collapses against him, body shaking with tremors in the aftermath. "Maker, you weren't kidding," she gasps and he chuckles, curling her up against him and kissing her lightly on the temple. His hand slides free and he adjusts her leggings and tunic then cuddles her with both arms. "You are amazing, that was amazing." She grabs his head and tugs him in for a deep kiss, relaxing against him.

"I told you that was not a scream of pain." Varric's voice draws Krem's attention away from Evelyn's lips and they both turn to see him, Bull, and Cullen standing at the top of the ladder. "She's fine," Varric yells down and Krem wonders how many of her compatriots came to check on her. Probably all of them. "Definitely fine." Varric winks at him and Krem cannot stop the blush that rises to his cheeks. "And now that we know she's fine, we're just going to go. Leave her in the hands of Prince Charming there."

Krem shakes his head and Varric pushes at Cullen. The Commander snorts softly. "You have those large, luxurious, sound proof quarters and you choose to do this here. Really?"

"C'mon Curly, you're just bitter that I won the bet. Let's go, you owe me," Varric says, all but shoving the man down the ladder. "He does have a point though," he adds. "And it's a damn sight warmer inside her quarters also."

"There's a joke there about him being inside my quarters," Evelyn pipes up. "But I'll spare you." Varric chuckles and then he disappears.

Bull snorts and they both look at him. "Not exactly what I meant for you to do, Krem, when I told you to talk to her about it."

Krem shrugs. "Worked out better this way I think," he says. Bull chuckles and then he too disappears. Krem looks at Evelyn. "What's this I keep hearing about quarters?" he asks softly against her ear. "Maybe you should give me a tour and I can show you just how talented my mouth is." She plants a light peck on his lips and stands, her hand sliding into his.

"I think we should see just how sound proof they really are," she giggles. Krem smirks and follows willingly.