That was something

A/N So here we go, just to let you guys knows this is the first sex scene that I have written and it presents two challenges to me. One is I have no frigging idea where the line is according to . I've decided I'm going to write what I want to write and if I have to take it down so be it. I've put a mature tag on this work so I feel I should be able to explore more mature themes within my work without offending anybody. The second is a more creative problem in that I want to create a sex scene that is different from other sex scenes. From the fics I've read they can be quite repetitive, and I wanted to try and avoid that. I suppose it's up to you guys whether I've accomplished that or not I'm not trying to reinvent the wheel here but I did want to create a sex scene that is appealing to me and hopefully you guys. So I hope you enjoy and we'll see if I manage it.

I tried to imagine telling my younger self, one day you'll be dancing in the Orlesian imperial court, you will be surrounded by Orlesian nobles, plotting, scheming, fucking. They will all look upon you with respect. For you will be a great leader, you will bring peace to Thedas. You will dance with a man who will take you to places, you only dreamt were possible. Even though all these powerful people are looking at you, evaluating your strengths and weakness, their eyes scouring your body, trying to determine what makes you special. All you will think of is the man in your arms, and how you are going to make love to him. My younger self would have laughed at the absurdity, an Orlesian ball, nobles in masks, love. It seemed so farfetched that all this had happened. Yet it had, I felt nervous, I'd known since I agreed to dance with him, I wasn't just agreeing to the dance. This was it we were going to make love, defy dalish traditions. I could feel my younger self shaking her head but I ignored her, I was different now.

The music stopped, I smiled and applauded in the Orlesian way. My hands touching each other very lightly to give the illusion of applause. There were not many people left on the dance floor. Most had immediately started to scheme, trying to figure out the best way to appease the empress. Considering this was meant to be a ball, it seemed that Solas and I were the most interested in dancing. I looked at my partner. He gazed into my eyes and his eyes were so soft and lovely.

"It's time," I then kissed his ear, relishing their sensitivity, his small groans escaping his mouth. The sound was music to my ears. Whilst I was distracted Solas' hands decided to travel down my body and he squeezed my thighs gently. Then his fingers started to approach my entrance. He twisted the hair in his fingers. My core felt ready to explode as he teased me, his fingers gently tapping at my entrance. I wanted to scream but I was still surrounded by strangers. I bit his ear in protest at his antics but it seemed to be the spur he needed. He moved his head and whispered "Yes it is. Follow me."

I smiled and did as I was instructed; he led me through the palace. There were people buzzing round us as inconsequential as flies. We went up the stairs, reaching higher and higher. There was a part of me that just wanted to grab him and force him to make love to me on these stairs. But as always curiosity got the better of me. Besides I'd waited this long what were a few more minutes. I held his hand as he led me to the door. It was like stepping into another world. There was grass, perfectly manicured. I would have expected nothing less in Orlais. But the grass also seemed to be otherworldly in how green it was. There were rosebushes all around us, the most beautiful red, white and pink roses in perfect bloom. Their scent filled the air with sugary sweetness. The moonlight dappled over the plants, it seemed to give them an unearthly glow. I could feel the grass beneath my feet and I took my shoes of to feel the benefit of the earth below me.

Solas laughed "I'm thrilled with you enthusiasm." His eyes were filled with lust as he looked down towards my naked feet.

I moved towards him my hips shaking "You haven't seen anything yet." I pushed my body against his. His breathing quickened, he lowered his hand towards my ass and squeezed it gently.

"No I haven't" he said smiling. He kissed me harder and faster than he'd ever done before. It was like he was devouring me, a small part of me was terrified but most of me was turned on. His hands moved up towards my formal red jacket.

I stepped back, for a second he looked concerned. He thought I was retreating, I grinned mischievously. How wrong he was? "You first."

A look of relief flashed across his face as he realised my game. He took his helmet and threw it away. I looked at him completely unimpressed. He then reached for his jacket; he unbuttoned it slowly teasing me by being so agonizingly slow. He took a button and his fingers would carefully unleash it from its binding. I could see his pale, smooth skin calling out to me as he stripped with methodical slowness. I was getting sick of his teasing, I was going to take what was mine. I took his jacket and I ripped it of his body, the buttons flying in all directions. Solas looked a tad disappointed that his game was over; I shrugged my shoulders and lunged towards my prize. We both fell to the ground but I recovered first so I put my legs around him and I whispered in his ear "Now what am I going to do with you." I started to stroke his chest, I could feel his heart thumping harder and harder as my hand stroked it. I lowered my lips to his heart and kissed it enjoying how quick his heart was beating , I then lazily went to one of his nipples which made him moan as I sucked it, I then trailed my tongue across his chest and sucked the other one. I wondered which one was more sensitive. There was a part of me that wanted to stay and find out but I knew there were other areas I wanted to explore so I travelled down to his stomach leaving a trail of kisses across his body. I reached his trousers which I grabbed with both hands and pulled off. I took a second to admire my handiwork; He was completely naked now, his beautiful skin glowing in the moonlight somehow making it even more beautiful. Solas took advantage of my distraction and turned the tables. He reached out his hands and they were sparkling with magic. I felt them on my face, making the blood rush to my cheeks. He grasped for my breasts and lighting seemed to sparkle from his fingers, travelling through my breasts and surging through my veins. My body was filled with magic, it felt magnificent like I was an ancient elf in Arlathan where magic was eternal and flowed through everything. I fell to the ground, my body racked in pleasure. He slid his way on top of me.

"You're not playing fair" I managed to say as his magic ran through me. It seemed to fill my blood with unbridled power as it surged through me.

He giggled "No I'm not" he reached down to kiss me my mouth; I tasted his mouth on mine, my tongue reached for his. Then he stopped and pulled away, I groaned as my lips reached for his. "It's my turn." He then reached for my clothes, taking them all of with ease. I felt his lips on my nipples the sensation of pleasure seemed to echo throughout my whole body form where his lips touched. His hands reached down, his magic still sparkling through his fingers as he got lower and lower, my core started to get hotter and hotter. I was panting with anticipation my whole body begged for him to reach my core and to relieve the pressure that was building up inside of him. He kissed my thighs gently and slowly and methodically. I almost wanted to hit him as I growled with irritation. Then he parted my legs, opening the door. His lips entered my dome and I screamed, I'd never felt so much at one time, surprise at his lips and my own screams punctuating the quiet night. I felt pleasure like I'd never felt it before, it seemed to almost crush me. I could smell the sweat around me, it permeated the air with its pungent scent.

As I looked down at him his head shining, his lips moving inside me as if they had always been home there. It was time to turn the tables. I sat up kissing his head and with some reluctance I used my hands to guide him back to my mouth. I kissed him and he kissed me back but as I opened my eyes I realised I'd surprised him. I could taste my pleasure on his tongue. He looked confused which was rare, I may not understand all this but Mythal knew if I was going to give my body to him and defy the traditions of my people. I was going to make damn sure we did this my way. I stopped, he was well and truly baffled, and I kissed his scrunched eyebrows as he was trying to figure me out. As he kissed me he reached for my breast which had missed the attention he'd been giving to my lower half. I smiled as we knelt kissing each other, it was nice but I hadn't turned the tables, so I leant forward forcing him to lie down. I put my hands on his shoulders pinning him down; my legs were either side of him, pinning him down. I felt his manhood against my thighs. I looked down to see it, I took my hands of his shoulder. I took my finger and stroked it across his length. I watched him moan as I did so, the moan was quiet though not as loud as mine just were. I wasn't impressed with this, he was going to moan louder, I took my hand and stroked his manhood, my fingers moving up and down slowly and methodically. He moaned again louder. That's more like it. I was enjoying this, watching him moan, knowing I had complete control over him. This man was mine, I could tease him all night, I could watch him moan my name and never give myself over.

"Please Tauriel." Solas begged, his eyes were wide and misty, his voice raspy and desperate. He wanted me to fuck him, no he needed me to make love to him, and he looked at me as if I was a goddess bestowing life. I could see his muscles shaking with anticipation, touch his erect manhood that seemed to quiver in my hand, smell his sweat and hear his moans of desperation. I stroked his tip and put his seed in my mouth, I could taste his devotion, the salty taste was foreign to my tongue but I savoured the new taste I had discovered.

"Tauriel, please I need you" he repeated looking up at me in reverence. What would I give my loyal companion? I smiled mischievously; I then lowered myself on to him. My mound was still sensitive form when Solas had kissed it and as I lowered myself onto him. I growled in pleasure. Solas thrust his hips to meet my growing need. His penis was hard and unyielding and I was kneeling, thrusting myself onto his manhood. I decided to experiment with speed. Sometimes I would go slower and savour the moment as his penis touched my slit and then I would speed up as my clitoris became more demanding. I enjoyed seeing the expression on his face as I saw the pleasure I gave him. I enjoyed experimenting seeing which speed he liked, seeing where I could put my hands, seeing how much pressure I could apply, seeing where to put my tongue. He screamed my name into the night's sky making the roses shake. The pleasure was rippling through my body, it seemed to be everywhere I could even feel it in my toes.

"Tauriel" he said his voice gasping, as he desperately tried to hold onto the air around him "Do you want to feel some magic." I knew he wouldn't let me answer and I felt his fingers turn to ice. He put his hands in my mouth and I felt the cold penetrate my mouth. My mouth was still cold as his finger left them. The he kissed me his tongue like a flaming arrow, my mouth set ablaze with pleasure as we kissed. His fingers travelled to my breasts, the sweat turning to beads of ice which he'd kiss away as my nerves seemed to explode at his touch. He then stopped at my stomach; his fingers circled my bellybutton as he kissed my abs which were flexing at the touch of his tongue. My muscles seemed to dance at his magical touch. My blood was rushing through my body retreating from his ice cold fingers but being drawn to his hot passionate mouth. My nerves desperately trying communicate what was happening to me as everything became overloaded. My core demanded more though and it wanted to know why it wasn't being satiated?

"Stop teasing me Solas" My voice was a whisper, a mewling kitten.

"Louder." He demanded his fingers stroking my entrance once more. It was like the old game when you knock on someone's door and run away.

"Solas, please" I begged my voice was hoarse and sore.

"Louder" his voice was dangerous almost threatening.

"Solas!" I screamed "Fuck me now!" I didn't care if the whole of Orlais heard me. Damn whatever Orlesian protocol said on the matter. I wanted him and I didn't care who knew it.

He chuckled and his fingers reached their destination, the cold spreading across my mound, stroking my clit. There was a sudden calm inside of me as it became numb. It felt peaceful and nice. He thrust his penis inside of me with all of his strength, his hot seed spilled over my vagina, making it explode with heat, it seemed to permeate my whole body, joy swept over me as he came inside of me. The fire crackled and flared inside of me. The pleasure seemed uncontrollable, my body was racked with it, and I seemed to be shaking with it. My bones quaking. My skin filled with sensation and sweat. My muscles tightening around his manhood as they held on with a desperation I didn't realise I was capable of. Solas was kissing my neck as his body came into me. He cradled his arms around me, pulling my whole body deeper inside. My hands reached for his back as I grabbed his behind and rammed him into my body. Our bodies in perfect rhthym as we moved together almost as if we practiced. Gradually his kisses became gentler and his thrusts slower. He started to kiss me like he kissed me in Haven, unsure but demanding at the same time. His tongue quivered in my mouth. My hands were still shaking as I brought them to his face. His cheeks were warm and red. His mouth still tasted of me, my sweat, my pleasure and my soul.

We lay on the ground on our side, staring into each other's eyes. "What happens now?" I asked feeling concerned. I wondered if I'd pleased him if I'd been too aggressive or maybe I didn't touch the right places or make the right sounds.

"We relax." Solas answered his voice soft and hypnotising. He reached for my hair twisting it through his fingers, the gold strands, seemed to spin through his fingers. It was easy for him. He'd done this Mythal knew how many times. It had seemed so easy when I was doing it, letting him inside; it was like he fit there. But now here we were and he was relaxing whilst I.

"I don't think I can do that" I said stopping his hand. "I need to know where we stand, what this means for everything?" I hated how needy I sounded but I'd never felt so vulnerable. I'd let him see me, touch me, love me. I knew he'd enjoyed it but was I just another girl or was I the one and only.

He sighed "Tauriel, you were, are and always will be my heart and now we're lovers, it means." He struggled, the words seemed difficult "to be honest I was still trying to get my head around being in love with you, this makes things more real but it makes…"

"Mind bogglingly complicated." I recalled.

He sighed again more deeply, his eyes were filled with desire but he was holding something back. I took a deep breath "Do you regret it?"

He laughed, his laugh was hearty, I looked away from him ashamed that I'd asked a stupid question, he stopped and put his hand on my chin raising it back up. "Tauriel I want you to know that I did not think it was possible to feel as happy as I do right now, you ripped my clothes of me, you made me scream, you made me beg, it was surprising. I wasn't expecting you to be so demanding."

"But you liked it?" I asked.

He kissed my ear and he whispered "I loved it."

I pulled his head back forcing him to look into my eyes, I tried to sound serious but I just sounded mirthful "Good because that's not going to stop."

"I'm glad to hear it." He said kissing my neck.

There was a pang of guilt deep inside me, the nagging voice saying this was wrong. I couldn't help but be happy; it felt like I'd discovered the ocean after a life time of being satisfied with puddles. My love felt vast, wild and uncontrollable and I was happy but.

"What's wrong" he said seeing the concern on my face.

I closed my eyes, hoping to shield what I was feeling "It's silly."

He kissed me gently on the lips, he let our breaths mingle for a second and then he pulled back "If you don't tell me, then that is the last kiss we'll ever have."

"You're bluffing." I exclaimed.

"Are you going to risk it over something silly?"

I sighed petulantly "I can't help but think that Mythal's going to come down and punish me."

He got up and looked around in an exaggerated way. He held his hand above his eyes. "I can't see her." He said sardonically.

"It doesn't mean she's not there" I retorted. He lay back down looking into my eyes with a wry humour. "I think she's there saying to herself, Tauriel has disgraced her clan with her behaviour, she must be punished, may the dread wolf take her."

"I think the dread wolf would happily take you" he said dreamily, kissing my eyelids.

"And you'd let him." I asked as he kissed my temples.

He laughed again "No I would say" his voice became low and serious "Dread wolf, Tauriel is mine and you cannot take her." He kissed my mouth as if it claim me.

"You'd fight a God" I asked incredulously. His eyes darkened and he stopped kissing me. "I know you don't believe in any of this." I said trying to looking into his eyes but he avoided looking at me.

"I never said I didn't believe, I just don't think they were Gods" Solas clarified.

"Still" I said with a hint of melancholy "They're the only Gods I have."

"I understand, it's not easy but" Solas' eyes darkened, moments ago I could read him like a book and now he had hidden away inside himself. For the first time since I'd been out here I felt the cold breeze on my exposed skin. I shivered, the cold penetrating my body. His eyes saw my shiver and he enveloped his arms around me. I felt his magic flow through me, as I became warm again. We loved each other so that's where we start. I prayed that things wouldn't get too complicated.

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Solas POV

Her breaths were slow and even, he could feel her chest move beneath him. Her smile as she slept there seemed to be brighter than the stars but far closer. He cursed his weakness, he knew that this was wrong but he did it anyway. Why? Because he couldn't resist. What kind of excuse was that? There was no excuse. The way she moaned when he used his magic on her. The way she took control as she made him come inside her. The way she screamed his name.

The way she did everything. She led the inquisition with such determination and strength. She was always dedicated to doing the right thing and rarely did she think of herself. It reminded him of something he'd lost maybe that's what made him helpless. No it was more than that, she challenged him to do the same. She made the world better and it had rubbed off on him. He was more determined than ever to help this world and put right the mistake he made. Her spirit was so vibrant; it made everything seem dull by comparison even the fade had lost some of its allure when compared to her.

It didn't matter why. What he'd done was cruel and cowardly. He'd made her break her own customs. Why couldn't he have been stronger? He should have resisted her demands; he knew that he was not worthy to take what she offered. But it's what she demanded. He was a God, once but she made him feel like a pilgrim. She made me touch her, love her, worship her. He couldn't refuse her, the same way a tree couldn't refuse sunlight. He needed her.

He scoffed at the thought, he'd wanted her and he took her because he was arrogant. Solas had turned out to be a good name. His pride had blinded him instead of thinking about her needs, he selfishly thought only about his own. He wondered how long that smile would last, the smile that stretched across her face. Her arms enveloped him, once they may have resembled prison bars but now they were like Arlathan. Beautiful but impossible. He couldn't stay with her. He knew that once he got his orb back, he'd have to carry out his plan. He thought about being her husband, joining her clan, giving her his children. Once those thoughts would have disgusted him but now they filled him with melancholy, the life he could never give her. He'd chosen his path long ago and even though it was becoming harder and harder for him to walk. He had to continue but now there was something tangible he had to give up.

His body ached, the strain of what he'd done. His muscles were growling not used to the exertion he'd put them through. He'd thought about taking her to the fade where it would have been easier but it didn't seem right. She was giving herself to him despite everything. It seemed fair to do it on her terms, in her world. What right did he have to speak of fair? Fair would have been keeping his distance and admiring from afar. But when she flirted with him as she asked her questions, her curiosity intrigued him. The way they'd kissed in the fade, her passion filled him with desire. The way she comforted him after his friend had died, her love and kindness humbled him.

There was so much she didn't understand about him. Could he risk telling her the truth? He thought about telling her. She could be disgusted, she could reject him, and she could even kill him. That wasn't what scared him, rejection he could handle. He also knew it wouldn't happen, she knew he wouldn't reject his plan. He knew if he told her, she'd agree with him. She'd do anything to help him. She'd push everything else aside for him. How could he ask her to do that, to turn away from her clan, her friends, her duty? The path he walked he would have to walk alone but as he lay there entranced by his lover's smile. He wondered how he was ever going to make her understand.

A/N so there we go my first proper sex scene. I hope its ok. I was partly inspired by the Richard Anne sex scene in the white queen. I also wanted to incorporate magic because I've read a couple Solas/Lavellan sex scene and they don't seem to involve magic. This seems kind of odd. I mean why wouldn't you use magic to heighten the experience? I also liked the idea of toying with dominance and who's in charge of whom. Because the way I see it Solas is significantly older than my inquisitor (In my head cannon Tauriel is only 19) also he's experienced and she's not, also he's a mage and she's not and this is speculation on my part but considering mages turn out to be keepers. I assume most dalish are used to a mage being in charge. (Also I have yet to find another fic with a female Lavellan who isn't a mage just to be clear Tauriel is a two handed warrior.) But on the other hand Lavellan is the inquisitor and in my cannon Tauriel has a fire and determination to change things and to make things right and this makes her a little bit pushy. I guess it comes down to I didn't want my inquisitor to just be a pin cushion for Solas. Also in responds to late nite reader's review thanks for your feedback and I'm glad you like my interpretation of my take on dalish marriage. I've probably spent more time than is strictly healthy thinking about dalish customs because the games have surprisingly little info. It's good to know someone appreciates all the thought I've put into this. So thanks for reading my mini essay at the end and please review.