That's it. It's all done. The breach is closed, as are all of the rifts, Corypheous is dead...there's just freedom. Freedom for the inquisition to help Thedas go back to living as it did before that dreadful day. Kayd Trevelyan, The Inquisitor, The Herald of Andraste, no longer needed to to fear the mark that was bestowed upon him, it no longer existed, thanks to Solas and Dorian for coming together to help him remove it. They thought it would disappear after all the rifts were closed but sadly that didn't happen, that worried him so. Fortunately, Dorian does a lot of reading, as does Solas and despite the fact that they never really had much to do with the other, they came together through the mutual friendship they had with Kayd, to help. The pain was excruciating, spell after spell, for days it lasted. After countless enchantments, potions and blasts from Solas' staff...it was gone. There was no burning, no pain, no green light that shone through his veins in the dark. His hand was his again and not the product of the fade. It was the one thing he prayed for every night, but not the only thing.
The inquisitor startled awake and realised that he'd fallen asleep at his desk again. He turned to look out of the window of his quarters that sat at the top of the keep, at the peak of the mountains. He really didn't like carrying himself all the way up 17 flights of stairs after weeks of travelling and battle after battle but at least it was his own space. It's still night, the keep would all be sleeping, he thought of going to his own bed but he noticed the tray of food across from him at the edge of his desk, realising how hungry he was. There was a sandwich and fresh fruit, a glass of wine and a piece of parchment with a small note on it. His forehead wrinkled in curiosity as he lifted the paper.
Meet me in the grove outside of Skyhold at dawn.
- C
He turned back around to look at the sky again, not even close. Maybe he will eat and take a bath before leaving.
The morning was cold, he walked through the brush and pulled his cloak over his shoulders firmly. Coming to a clearing he stopped and saw the tall, beautiful Navarran woman that occupied so many of his thoughts. Was was sitting on the edge of the cliff, although the mountains were covered in snow, this grove was wild with greenery and flowers. He looked down to his left and saw two red roses in full bloom. He picked them and walked as silently as possible to sit himself down next to the seeker.
"Oh!" He touched her shoulder tenderly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump." She smiled all the while holding a hand to her startled heart. He saw her glimpse quickly at the roses, he held them up to her. "For you."
"Thank you." She said smiling as she sniffed them deeply. Looking at her closely, Kayd saw her face sort of drop. He wasn't sure what was going on in that gorgeous, smart head of hers.
"Are you...is everything okay, Cassandra?" She sighed and smelled her roses again. Then she smiled a half smile.
"Inquisitor..."
"Kayd, please." She looked at him and nodded.
"Kayd, there have been many things troubling my mind as of late and I feel like I should tell you about them..."
"Cassandra, I-.." She stared into his eyes and he new that maybe he should just let her speak. He watched her fidget with the stems of the roses, she took a deep breath.
"The day I met you, in the cell, nearly two years ago. I wanted to lock you up and leave you there to rot. I thought that it was all your fault. I mean, why else would you be walking out of the fade with that mark on you?" Kayd moved back slightly to face her, bringing his leg up to rest his chin on and look at her. She made no attempts to look at him, he feared the worst. "I had no idea that you would be the one to build the people up at every chance, form alliances, bring enemies to become our allies, close the breach and...be the one man that I could go to for anything, to be the one man I feel comfortable and confident with." She chanced a small look in his direction. His bright green eyes staring into hers, not ever wavering. She turned to him. Sliding her delicate hand onto the hand he had place on his other knee. "The one man who, I've seen watching me as I train, watching me as I work, watching over me in the battlefield. Flirting with me ever so subtly."
"Don't think I was ever trying to be subtle..." His stare was so intense she could feel it in her whole body. She swallowed hard. He noticed the slight blush creeping up her neck. The sun had just started to peek over the mountains as she let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding. "Maybe I'm just not as good as a flirt as I thought I was." She giggled. Looking away from him. His thumb moved to the top of her hand and left a burning trail as he brushed it along the top of her hand. "I want you to see me, not as The Inquisitor, not as the Herald of Andraste but as a man, a man who thinks you are the strongest, hard working, compassionate...beautiful woman he has ever lain eyes upon. A man that wants to cherish you, a man who would like nothing more but to see you every morning when he opens his eyes and at night before sleep claims him."
Her breath was taken yet again by his words. No man has ever taken an interest in her in this way, she was unable to form her own words. His hand moved to place gently on her cheek, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Cassandra, that day in the cell, I saw a strong, independent woman, who knew what she wanted and she was going to get it." His eyes fell to her lips and back up in quick succession, not unnoticed by her. "Fortunately for me, you didn't get it that day. Which I'm grateful. But I want to give you everything you want." His finger slid from her cheek to hook his finger under her chin ever so gently. regaining her focus, she swallow hard again. "What do you want, Cassandra?"
A moment passed, her hands were trembling and her lips were quivering, overwhelmed.
"Kis-..." He noticed her hands tremble and caught them in his free hand. Reassuring her. "kiss me."
No time passes at all when she feels his lips on hers. There was nothing that she had ever felt that was as good as this. The soft, gentle way his lips settled on hers, she was desperate to touch him, to pull him close but she wasn't going to rush anything, she'd wanted this for Maker knows how long. His right hand took up residence in the back of her hair and hers settles on his face. He moves to bring his other hand around her waist and hoists her up to straddle his lap. She releases him from the kiss and pulls back to look at his face, the lust in his eyes matched hers. Her face so close to his that he can feel her breath on his lips.
Holding onto her tighter he lifts them both up and carries her over to the soft spot of grass further away from the ledge.
She was surprised, she's a tall woman and very strong, if she does say so herself. There wouldn't be a lot of men in Thedas that could lift her so effortlessly as Kayd did. She tried to hide her blush as he gently laid her on the patch of grass, covering her with his body. Eyes still locked, there was a passion she had never felt before. She had only ever been with one other man, it was nothing like this and nothing has even happened yet. He ran is tongue along her bottom lip, asking for permission. Like he had to ask. She kissed him fervently, groping at his hair and digging her nails into his shoulder. She needed more, as they kissed, she could feel his arousal pressing agains her abdomen. There's that blush again.
"Cassandra." Her name never sounded to sexy until it was falling of his tongue between heated kisses. He sat up, Unclipped his cloak and ripped his tunic off, she froze at the sight of him. A God. Battle agrees with him. A soft patch of curly black hair nestled in between two muscular pecs, trailing down between...six? No, eight abdominal muscles, continuing down in a thin line down into his leathers...oh Maker. Her breath hitched in her throat, as he came back down and eagerly kissing her whilst busying his hands, trying to unlace her tight leather, armour shirt.
She pushed him to sit up and he watched intently as she undid the laces for him, he new she was teasing him. Going painfully slow. A groan formed in his throat, impatient. Finally, he moved to help her take the last string out and pull that dreadful garment away. His eyes wandered her, feeling the throb in his pants. Cassandra's hands flew to her face with embarrassment. He noticed and took hold of her hands, pulling them away from her face.
"You're absolutely gorgeous, my lady." Her cheeks were red and she bit her lip nervously. He kissed her gently again and moved to hold her so he could flip them both until she was straddling his hips and he lay upon his discarded cloak. He watched her breasts move to the rhythm of her heavy breaths. she rolled her hips, grinding her core down into his arousal. A deep moan rumbled within his chest and nothing was sexier she thought to herself, feeling the pool between her legs. She never took her eyes of him as she continued to roll her hips against his, all the while, slowly undoing to laces to his leathers. He kicked his boots of has he watched her intently, he was so impatient, now trying to help her.
"Kayd...please, let me. Slow down, we have all day." Her thick Navarran accent made him shiver, all he could think of was being sheathed within her, savouring the feeling of being completely surrounded in her all day.
"You would willingly abandon your work for the entire day, to be here with me?" She smiled at that and leaned down to kiss him softly.
"Only the be here with you." She pushed herself up slightly so he could remove his pants. She nearly gasped at the sight of him, she wasn't expecting that size...now she was nervous.
"Are you okay, Cass?" She closed her eyes and swallowed. The concern in his voice made her trust him all the more.
"I'm sorry, it's just...I have only ever been with one man...and" his eyes darted away from her, momentarily so she couldn't see the jealousy, "it's been a very long time." She blushed again. "It's um...bigger than I imagined." He rose so he was sitting, holding her tight. He kissed her neck and then her jaw and then her cheek, lastly placing a soft kiss to her lips.
"You've imagined it?" She swatted him away and he laid back down, holding her hands on his chest. Her face beet red. "We have all day, Cassandra." Noticing how naked he was and her hardly naked at all, the began as the small clasps at hips of her pants. Thank god her boots were take off already, likely when she arrived, those things would be impossible to remove. He doesn't see the need for boots with laces past her knees, but damn did they look amazing on her when she fights. She moved off of him slightly so he could tug them off, proving difficult considering they're skin tight. The sight of her had him completely entranced. Her skin was two shade darker than his, unblemished except for the two scars on her face. He would one day ask how she got them.
She straddled him again, he noticed the fear in her eyes, he moved his hand slowly up her abdomen, in between her breasts and over her neck, pulling her down to kiss him. Flipping them once more so he was on top of her, between her legs. Her breathing was erratic.
"Cassandra? Are you really okay? I can stop." Her eyes closed in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I don't want you to stop." She bit her lip and he moved to lay beside her. Stroking her side slowly. She buried her face in his neck. "I have never been this nervous."
"Talk to me." He look intently at her, he didn't want to hurt her. He needed to know what worried her so. She let out a sigh and turned into to look at him.
"I am a bit older than you, I should have experience, this should not be so scary for me." She rubbed her thumb across her cheek. "I want to please you, I want you to feel how much I want you with every move I make, I want to make you happy." He kissed her, gently but with passion.
"Cass, age is nothing when it comes to experience. I wouldn't care if you had never been with anyone or if you'd been with many. I want but nothing other than to make you happy, to please you. You've already made me happy, this is just the act of becoming something more than words. This is primal and passions expressed with our bodies. It's instinct. You don't need experience, this is just me and you, exploring each other. Do you understand what I mean?" She nodded and kissed him again. "I don't want to force you do do anything, I can wait. I'd wait for you forever if I had to." She swallowed a lump in her throat. Sweeter words have never been said to her. She wrapped her hands around his arms, pulling him back on top of her, kissing him again, deeper than before. He kissed her cheek, jaw, neck, chest. He took time to tend to her breasts, pulling at each nipple softly with his tongue, eliciting small moans from her and causing her to arch her back off the black cloak under them. He kept it up and she could feel the heat between her legs rising. She wanted him to touch her, she wanted to feel his lips, his fingers anywhere and everywhere. He continued to kiss down her stomach and past her navel, coming to the small patch of soft black hair at the apex of her thighs. She sighed when she felt his breath, his hot breath heating her already hot skin. He reached behind her right leg helping her move it up and out, giving him the access he wanted...needed. She let out a tiny whimper when he kissed her there, where she has never been kissed before. She was glad that they were away from Skyhold at the very moment that he laved his tongue along her folds, she made a noise so loud it would have startled the horses in the stables. She felt him grin against her, he parted her and began sucking her bundle of nerves. She rolled her hips into him, almost involuntarily. Her hands shot to his head holding him there.
"Kayd." She moaned, bringing another grin from him. He stopped all of a sudden and he looked up at her, "why'd you stop?"
"We have all day, Lady Cassandra." Her head fell back into the cloak in disappointment. Kayd still grinning, crawled up her body, taking his time to kiss his way back. She was losing her mind. She looked down between them, and saw his large manhood, worry crept back up to her racing mind. She wanted it, Maker did she want it, but she was terrified. He kissed her sweetly, taking her worries away momentarily. She pulled him in for a deeper kiss, letting their tongues explore each other's. She felt him there, his cock pushing against her, her eyes shot open as he entered her. It was barely in when he felt her stiffen.
"look at me." He shushed her, and kissed her. "Just keep your eyes on me." She nodded and gripped his shoulders, leaving red marks from her nails as he pushed inside her more. She was shaking, he didn't want to hurt her, but it was inevitable. "Cass, watch me." He said as he felt her stiffen again. He pushed himself all the way in. Her breathing stopped and she bit her lip. "Relax, I've got you. Breathe." She let her breath out and she let go of the death grip on his shoulders. They stayed like that for minutes, he let her get accustomed to the size of him. All he wanted to do was ravish her, but now was not the time. He needed her to know she was safe with him.
Kissing her again, he began to move inside her slowly. Dragging small moans from within her. He felt her relax more, feeling her begin to move with him, using her hips to mimic his rhythm. Absolute euphoria. They both felt it.
She dug her nails into his back as he thrusted into her. She felt her body start to shake, her heart racing faster than it already was, something coiling in her stomach. He kept up his pace and she felt something shoot through her body, like electricity. A white light flashed and lingered behind her eyes. The noises she was making drove Kayd wild. Watching her, seeing the pure ecstasy wash over her sent him over the edge. His grunts sounded primal and were the sexiest thing she has ever heard. She gripped him hard and held him close as he filled her with his seed, she took all of his weight when he collapsed on top of her, she loved then feeling, the warmth and the sounds of both their hearts racing. He kissed her neck as he nuzzled it, she gripped the hair at the back of his head, holding him as they came down from the high.
After what seemed like hours, he rolled off her and onto his side, making sure to keep her close to him. They just looked into each other's eyes. Trying to know everything about one another without speaking. She kissed his chest and ran her arm around his back to snuggles into him. His smile never fading.
"Are you alright?" He asked. She nodded against his chest, kissing it again.
"I don't want to leave. Can we just stay here? Like this?" He rested his cheek on her crown of her head, pulling her into her tighter than before.
"I would love to but you know someone is bound to come looking for us. Varric said something to me about meeting with Cullen and Hawke to discuss visiting Kirkwall." She looked up at him and smiled. Bringing her hand to his cheek, running her fingers through his beard.
"I know, Sera wanted me to help her train with a sword." He looked at her in disbelief.
"Sera? With a sword?" They both laughed.
"She said something about always losing her bow...sounds like someone I know." She grinned at him and poking his chest.
"It's very hard to keep track of so many items in the eye of battle." He laughed again and she kissed his chest once more. They heard the hour bell and let it ring through, count the chimes. "It's only 8. We could stay here a little longer..."
"But...?" He smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
"I'm hungry. You known, physical exertion does create an appetite." She smiled and sat up, looking back at him.
"Will you come to me tonight?" She asked in earnest. Hope in her eyes.
"I wouldn't dream of doing anything else."
