"Why?"

"Ar lath ma, Vhenan."

"You're the one who left, Solas! I still loved you. You left me anyway. You let me hurt. You... betrayed us. Now you're going to show up and tell me you love me?" Bitterness crawled into her voice, but she stared intently at the floor. She could stare Corypheus in the eyes, but she couldn't meet her past lover's gaze.

"Everything that we had, was real." His voice was steady. "I did not want to leave you-"

"But you did."

"I had no choice." His voice faltered for a moment, but he regained his cool composure quickly.

"You had a choice! You HAVE a choice! Solas, please." Her voice cracked, and she inwardly cursed herself for being so emotional.

Solas was taken aback at the raw emotion pouring from Lavellan as her guard was let down. He stepped forward, reaching out to tilt her head upwards. "Look at me, Vhenan." He stated. It wasn't quite a command, but she looked up at him through her lashes. "Ir'Abelas."

"Tel'Abelas, Solas!" She snapped back, narrowing her eyes. But she didn't move her chin from his hand.

"Not once have I forgotten. Not once have I stopped wanting to come to you again. Not once have I not missed you. Not a single day has passed that I have not thought of you. I understand that you are angry... I am truly sorry, Lavellan."

Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips met hers. Familiar yet strange, he smelled of spring rain and campfire. Solas slowly pulled away from her.

He captured her lips in another kiss, somewhere between gently and desperately, and Lavellan returned his fervor. A small moan left parted lips as his fingers crept up her top, slipping underneath the smallclothes, lightly caressing. Lavellan felt like she was on fire, a neediness spreading through her unlike anything she had ever felt. She wanted him. She wanted the Dread Wolf.

Solas knew she wanted him. Solas or Fen'Harel, this strange Dalish woman loved him either way. He could not keep away.

Clothes were quickly thrown off. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body and leaving an aching need in his wake. His lips followed his fingers, tingling on her skin. Her fingers grazed his stomach, his hips... his cock. A needy noise rose from her, as his hand brushed between her thighs, perilously close to her core. Lavellan shivered, arms snaking around his neck as she pulled him over her for another kiss.

The Dread Wolf felt bliss for the first time in a very, very long time. The Inquisitor felt complete for the first time in a very, very long time.

"I need you." Lavellan groaned. "Please, Solas...I'm yours."

A possessive, primal growl ripped from his throat, eliciting an impatient moan from his lover. He looked her over. Scar specked skin, vallaslin snaking down her body, sharp cheekbones...

"Oh Mythal," She groaned as he slid inside, the feeling of fullness strange but familiar. It had been years. Her nails dug into his leanly muscled back and Solas' breath hissed between his teeth.

"You should be calling Fen'Harel, should you not?" He teased. Lavellan wrapped her legs around his waist to stop him, and rolled her eyes.

"Show me Fen'Harel, then." She shot back smoothly, despite her heart pounding in her chest, and the gnawing thought that this could not last forever. No matter how much she wished it could. "Make me yours."

He couldn't say no. Maybe she had tamed the Dread Wolf. For tonight, at least. For now.