I intended for this chapter to just have some cute, lighthearted fluff, to make up for the drama in the last chapter. I hope my intentions shine through.

Warnings: game spoilers I suppose? Fluff? magic touching

Chapter 2: It's In the Magic touch

"You should have taken my keys before running here dork."

Ellana smiled from across the hall as she saw Solas attempt for the third time to open the door to the underground library. Underground in the sense that it was under the main part of the fortress. More towards the dungeons.

His fist banged on the door in frustration and she admitted to herself that his tensed back was easy on the eyes.

"I did not run and you shouldn't have followed me, you have your father to tend to." Just as she came up behind him to reach for the handle with her keys he touched the door with magic and it opened.

"And I don't need your keys." He said confidently smug as he looked down at their contacting hands.

She shuddered at the power she felt radiating through him and the door. He could have opened the door this whole time, but he waited for her to find him. For this moment and this contact. Something about that knowledge made her blush. Truly he did have a soft side.

"That's what my mother is for. I-I, I have you to tend to."

Her eyes shined up at his and he could see that forgiveness in them again when he should be seeing disappointment.

It made him long for her.

"Ellana…"He nearly sung her name and even though he didn't, even though he just slurred it with his tongue it sounded just as enchanting to her.

Her ears even twitched at the sound.

"I know this is just an act Solas, but we have to be thorough. I'm expected to tend to you."

Solas walked into the room and his hand held her wrist. Tugging her forward into it.

"Right of course…" A small part of him had been hopeful she had come here on her own accord without an ulterior motive, but that was foolish, wishful thinking.

"But you don't know the first thing about me Ellana, and you definitely don't know how to be a wife, so how exactly do you plan to console me?"

She huffed and her foot closed the door behind her to give them privacy.

"I don't know much about you Solas, but I think I know more than most and as for being a wife or at least your wife to be, I know a few things from observing my mother through the years."

Lavellan walked to him as he led her to a couch in the other side of the room. As he sat she stood in front of him and looked down on his hurt face.

He looked more disappointed in himself than anything.

She put her hands tentatively on his shoulders and pushed them back until they hit the couch and he was forced to look up at her.

She swore she saw his jaw clench in some kind of restraint, but she could just be overanalyzing.

"Solas, don't beat yourself up. You've helped me so much tonight, no matter what my father thinks, you did a great job." The first thing she had learned was that the majority of men liked their ego stroked. Her father certainly always liked being told he was right.

He found himself watching her lips, intrigued by how she commanded every word to accentuate the ruby curves.

His jaw was clenching from restraint. His animalistic side found Ellana very attractive even if his logical side found her ill fitted to him. She was too young, too Dalish, too stubborn and far too fragile for him, but her lips… and her eyes…

Dare he forget her hands- the newest addition to this equation that was adding up to his demise.

"Da'len, if you're trying to comfort me-"

"I'm doing a terrible job aren't I? Maybe I should try a different tactic? There was this one thing,..."

Solas' eyes practically bugged out of his head imagining Ellana consoling him the way a wife would.

He quickly put up his hands in defense and scooted away from her on the couch. Putting a healthy distance between them.

"Whatever you're thinking is not necessary. I will be fine." He said hurriedly, but he wasn't quick enough.

Her hands took his and he swore he felt the world change.

"Solas, relax. What did you think I was going to do? By the Gods you didn't think…? You did, didn't you?! Oh dear, Solas believe me I would never touch you like that. You are far too dorky to be my type."

Solas let that comment slip away unnoticed. Not letting it affect his ego even though it did sting a bit.

If she only knew how much of a macho man he was back in his glory days.

"Then do explain why you are in my personal space again and have my hands captive."

"Well you see there was this thing I used to do with my brother whenever he was upset."

Solas was awestruck for a moment as her hands molded with his. Her fingers so gentle- her palms so warm.

"I didn't know you had a brother." He watched her fingers as they played with his until they had their hands completely sprawled out and palm to palm.

"I don't think I've told anyone about him in years."

She situated herself on the couch so that she had her right side against the cushion while her left side was unsupported. Her right leg up on the couch while her left dangled off the side. The warmth of her leg hitting his as well her knee and parts of her thigh.

"Well anyways, he used to get really upset whenever we had our magic lessons. I used to outdo him all the time in spellcasting and he was older so he got really upset. He felt like he was letting down our parents and our clan all because he had trouble with electric spells."

"So you held hands?" Solas asked with a curious glimmer in his eyes as he let her bring their hands close to her face and examine. He didn't realize it then but he had subconsciously moved closer towards her.

"After the lesson was over I would take him away to a private place and I would try and talk to him. He didn't always want to listen. So I would take his hands in mine like this and I would cast spells."

Softly Ellana cooed some incoherent words into their palms. Her lips nearly grazing over his fingertips making Solas lose his breath for a moment. He was lucky he had such a practiced stern expression.

"And I would tell him to feel it with me, that magic wasn't about the spells it was about the spark, the way it flows through like a current."

Solas felt the electricity radiate out of her palms. Sending miniscule jolts to each one of his fingertips.

The spell was unnecessary. Her touch was enough to shake him to the core.

Her right hand was slowly closing with his. Their fingers now entangled instead of sprawled out and he found he liked that more than anything.

The subconscious movements controlling him again. He was leaning on his side now with his elbow up on the cushion mirroring her own elbow.

"What did he do then Ellana?" Solas' voice was calmer now as he enjoyed this vulnerable moment with her.

"The first few times he did nothing. He just took it, but…"

Ellana was suddenly hyperaware of how close Solas was to her and of how dreamy he looked with soft candle light caressing his features. She tried to steady her magic as she knew her emotions occasionally heightened the effects of the spells.

He felt a particularly strong jolt down his palm and further down his arms.

It made him shiver as he looked at her.

"But, what Da'len?"

She was starting to love when he called her that. Quickly she found she was losing control of her spell.

To save him any pain she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of power coursing through her.

"Eventually he learned how to feel it for himself."

She bit her lip as she concentrated on controlling all of her mixed feelings of the moment to use them to her advantage for the spell.

Solas couldn't help his amusement as he watched her slowly lose focus and earnestly try to concentrate. It was the second time that day he had seen her out of her element.

He was watching her lips unashamedly as her eyes closed and allowed him.

His own hands concentrating on feeling the power with her. He added his own spell wordlessly making hers stronger.

Surprising her with a cool touch.

Her smile flashed wide at the feel of his magic mixing with hers.

She had never felt anything like it. She molded her hands with his hopelessly infatuated by their skill.

"Did he like the way it felt once he knew he could feel it for himself?" Solas asked as his thumbpads stroked in circles against her outer palms up to her pulse points on her wrists.

Ellana wondered if the question was still about her brother. Was she a fool to think Solas might actually be referring to her and what she was feeling with his power?

"Yes." She nearly moaned as she leaned into his touch. Her hands no longer in control as his magic was monumentally more powerful.

Now tingles and chills were running up and down her body and being associated with Solas' touch. She doubted she would be able to look at him the same after tonight.

"Once he felt the power, it was all he could think about."

Her touch was all he could think about too even without the magic.

"Ellana."

She snapped out of her momentary bliss.

"Yes?" Her eyes opened only to find the handsome, powerful, elf leaning into her.

"Your hand is on my chest." His voice was deeper than usual and that was probably because she was indirectly sending electricity up and down his body.

She flushed red at how embarrassed she was.

Way to kill the moment Ellana.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as her hand slowly moved on its own accord down his chest.

When she looked back up she noticed Solas was grinning. Solas…grinning. Gods he was probably laughing at her making a fool of herself.

"I'm so sorry. Really, I didn't mean to, I just I lost control of my hand for a second there."

Solas only grinned wider as her hand started to move up and around his neck as she had her fit of nervousness.

He eventually grabbed her wrists to steady her and calm her.

"Ellana, don't apologize. We are engaged remember?"

"Oh! Right, of course, I was just acting, of course." She seemed to be reassuring herself more than him. As her hands were still twitching against his neck sending that little bit of magic up and down his pulse points. Affecting him in ways she did not know.

Reminding him of how long it has been since the last time he…

And now he was crossing his legs to hide the evidence.

She sensed something new in his eyes that was dark and dangerous and made her a little afraid. She pulled her hands away but his hands didn't detach from her wrists until she made a very vulnerable sound that she hardly recognized.

"Da'len, you should go rest. I will be fine." He was more than fine now thanks to her.

She was so nervous and confused by her emotions in that moment she thought it best to listen to him and get some time alone.

She started walking towards the door and she could swear she felt his eyes linger on her as she left.

Solas very nearly locked that door with magic as her hips swayed. His hands gripped the couch to resist any effort to pull her back to him. He knew it was wrong to want her. Whatever they would have would be wrong, yet it felt so right.

Wen she turned around to look over her shoulder at him he nearly growled.

"Yes Da'len? Was there something you needed of me?"

He sounded impatient and she wondered why.

"Well it's just…I feel I should mention…"

"Yes?" The longer she stood in the room with him the more impatient he became. If she didn't leave soon he might act on his ridiculous desires.

She gulped. Almost afraid of the impatient look he was giving. He looked ready to attack her for being annoying and not leaving soon enough.

"I'm sorry, it's just you told me to rest and it reminded me Solas, you are engaged to me, when you go to rest tonight you have to join my bed or my parents really won't believe our lie. I'll see you soon then." She ran so fast after a last glance at him.

He looked like he was about to burst.

Because he was…

She barely made it out before he had crossed the room and banged his fist on the door in frustration. Frustrated that he hadn't caught her.

She had left him with thoughts of her magic touch caressing his skin, and silk pyjamas that she likely wore to bed, and her hair wet and undone because he could only imagine she bathed before bed. The thought that they would be sleeping together had him banging his head against the door. She was going to be his end and she didn't even know she was the beginning.