Bonus chapter! I hit all the standard Love Interests, but because I love Krem and Krem has a hard time following the rules when he thinks he knows better…

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"Told the Chief you'd still be up." The cocky remark had her turning to look at the Chargers Lieutenant where he stood just inside her room. "You've been looking more haggard each day since you returned, and I know it's not just the sword you took in the gut."

She shook her head, grinning at him. "You know me so much better than everybody else," she murmured. "They all think it's because of the wound."

He stalked across the room, hands curling around her hips and pulling her close. "What's wrong?"

"Well it all started when I had to attend the Conclave –"

He silenced her with a kiss. "I meant what's wrong right now. What's keeping you up?"

"Well it all started when I had to attend –"

"Fine. Don't tell me." He huffed and released her, stepping away.

"Krem, I'm sorry," she sighed, dragging her hands through her hair. He paused and looked back at her and her heart skipped a beat, he was so sexy it made her ache with want. "I'm frustrated, and I'm taking it out on you. I shouldn't."

His hands again slid around her hips and down to her rear. "I forgive you," he said. She gripped his shoulders and leaned into him. "Now, we need to wear you out so you can go to sleep." He winked and squeezed her rear.

"Krem!" She slapped his chest gently. "I'm not supposed to do that until I'm recovered." He lifted her up and her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. It was a familiar move and she loved it every time he did it.

"Your sleep is more important. They can heal you up again tomorrow." He dropped her on the bed and crawled up after her, smirking. "Step one, get you out of these ridiculous pajamas."

"Josephine picked these out for me!" she protested. They were incredibly comfortable, though not exactly sexy.

"I like the ones Dorian chose better," he retorted, fingers were undoing buttons quicker than she could process it. In moments she was topless and not sure how she got that way.

"If I have to get naked, so do you."

He slid off the bed with a leer. "You say that like it's a threat or something." He dropped his clothes into a pile on the floor and slowly unwrapped his binder. After he was naked, he planted his hands on his hips and arched a brow. "Your turn."

It only took her a few moments to get the rest of her clothing off and he pounced, pinning her to the bed. "You are so fucking beautiful," he muttered and then his mouth pressed against hers, tongue sweeping into her mouth. She moaned, arching into him, ignoring the twinge of pain in her side.

His mouth broke from hers, tongue swiping along her sternum and to her breasts. Her fingers tangled in his hair. "Krem, Maker!"

He snorted somewhere near her navel. "I wish the Revered Mother could hear you now, Herald of Andraste."

She opened her mouth to retort and he chose that moment to press his tongue to her clit. She shrieked, hips arching and fingers clutching at his hair. She dragged his head up and he glared at her. "If we're going to do this, we're both doing it, so get up here."

"As you command, Herald." He smirked and shifted, keeping his head between her legs and straddling her face. She reached up and gripped his thighs, tugging him down until she could reach him with her mouth.

His tongue dove between her nether lips and she returned the favor, matching him move for move until his mouth wrapped around her clit and he sucked hard. She threw her head back with a cry. "Krem!"

Krem grinned against her, doubling his efforts and shifting slightly so that he could reach a hand around. He probed at her entrance and sank two fingers in as deep as they could go, curling them towards her front. He felt her arch beneath him, her nails biting into his thighs. He eased up slightly and she moaned.

Her grip shifted and she yanked at him and he nearly lost his balance. His legs were splayed wide, crotch right at her face. She attacked him with her mouth, sucking and nibbling at his clit and her hands reached for his entrance, one hand spreading him open while she dipped three fingers into him, bending and massaging.

"Fuck! Herald!" He fell to one knee as the beginning of an orgasm curled from his stomach, sparks shooting along his limbs.

"You are fucking the Herald," she gasped, bucking her hips under him. "But first, the Herald's going to finish fucking you." She latched her lips around his clit and sucked, tongue rolling over the top of it as her fingers stroked into him.

He came with a long grunt and could feel the moisture drip down his thighs and over her face. He flushed in embarrassment, he had never done that in her face before. "Shit, I'm so-"

"You're only going to be sorry if you don't finish what you started," she snapped, rolling her hips up to him. "Now fuck your Herald," she ordered.

He did so with gusto, sucking, licking, and fingering until she was screaming under him, her nails digging so tight into his thighs he was pretty sure she broke skin. She fell back with a gasp and he collapsed to her side, planting kisses along her thigh.

They lay there for several moments and she held a hand down to him. "I think I'm bleeding," she said, reaching for her side.

"Me too," he responded, swiping his fingers down the back of his thigh and coming away with blood. He flopped around on the bed until his head was next to hers. "How bad is it?"

She shifted so he could look. There was a small spot of blood oozing out of the wound where she had torn a stitch, but it was not enough to be concerning. He was pretty sure there was more blood coming out of the spots on his legs. "Want me to get the healer?" he asked.

She shook her head, mouth wide with a yawn. "They can deal with it in the morning. Right now, I want to sleep. C'mere."

"You're so bossy when you're tired. I'm not sure if I like it." He slid closer, hugging her against his chest.

"You did a few minutes ago," she responded, turning over and spooning back into him.

He pinched her rear and she squeaked and swatted at him. "We'll take turns," he suggested. "I'm pretty sure you like it when I'm in charge."

"We'll argue in the morning. Sleep now."