READ BEFORE READING CHAPTER: This chapter is a bonus chapter. It's not plot relevant and is not placed in this story in chronological order. This is a special chapter I wrote for Valentines Day and to thank my wonderful beta reader ninaninabobina. I wrote this listening to Ruelle - War of Hearts and Fenris' theme (if anyone is curious). This is written from both Mona and Solas' POV and switches throughout the story. Enjoy!
Mona POV
Sitting at my desk and going over reports, I'm reminded of how tedious I thought those war table missions were. Now, I sit here with a mountain of paperwork, knowing that each decision I make will have a large impact on the people around me. It's terrifying. I want to help all of them, but I feel as if I keep falling short. I try not to think of it, but I don't succeed. Tish is lying on the balcony, looking down longingly. Another life I'm not paying as much attention to as I should. She props her head up as she hears a sound and storms towards the door. I smile to myself, knowing that Solas is not far behind. She barks, whines, and grumbles with excitement making it impossible for me to hear what Solas is telling her. He walks over to me with a smile, Tish not wavering from his side.
"Hello, my heart," he murmurs, kissing my cheek, and I feel a pleasant shiver go down my spine.
"Hey love." I stand up to give him a hug. "How was your trip? Found any interesting dreams or spirits?"
He left the day before telling me he needed to do some research, but he didn't really specify - and to protect myself, I don't want to know. If he can't tell me, then it might be something dire, and right now, I have to deal with the Inquisition.
"I'd rather show you. I have talked to Cassandra and told her we will be leaving today and coming back tomorrow. The Herald is searching for Samson, so all we can do here is wait."
"That sounds lovely, Solas. But all this-" I gesture at the table, and he takes my hand.
"Can wait till tomorrow. I will help you then, and I promise you will not be behind."
I smile and nod in defeat before he kisses the top of my head. Tish runs over to get her leash and runs towards Solas with it between her jaws.
"Ir abelas, my friend. Not this time." He looks down at Tish and pets her head.
She looks up at him with big eyes and a pitiful whine that makes me both smile and ache. He gives a fond chuckle and crouches down to meet Tish on her level. And the Dalish say that dogs will guard against the Dread Wolf … pffft … Either someone forgot to inform my dog or they have entirely underestimated just how fond he is of animals in general. It's something I had forgotten - or perhaps never known? There are so many things I don't remember anymore. It's been years since I played the games, and they are a mere hollow representation of reality.
This is not a game where I can just pick the option I think will work and reload if it doesn't. This is reality, and Solas is so much more than I expected. I had always been fond of Solas, but it doesn't compare to how I see him now. I had not realised how gentle he is. How when every time there is a wounded person nearby, he is the first to act. How he can observe animals almost unnoticed, and a smile will always form on his lips. Nugs, birds, wolves, or Tish.
I was wary of approaching him in the beginning. I wanted to keep my distance, and I thought the years had made any romantic fondness I had imagined go away. I know what he intends after all. I needed to protect myself, and being his friend was enlightening. Then he kissed me. My kiss on his cheek was meant as nothing but a friendly gesture, but he surprised me. And I was lost. Every feeling that had gathered accumulated into a whirlpool beyond anything I had imagined. And as he sits there on the floor petting my dog, I don't see an ancient, powerful elf, but a kind man with an affection and compassion greater than anyone else's.
"I'm certain Cole will enjoy your company," he tells her, and Tish grumbles - not completely against the idea, but not convinced. She looks at me with her big, brown eyes and whines.
"We still love you," I coo at her, not really knowing why we can't bring her.
"I also might have left a bone with Cole," Solas tells her in a low voice.
That gets Tish's attention, and she stares intently at him. She gives a happy bark and tries to lick his face, nearly knocking him over in the process as he just manages to keep her at a distance, nuzzling her ears. She then twirls around herself before pouncing down the stairs.
"How many people do you think she will knock over on her way down into the Tavern?" I laugh.
"Hopefully, enough so that I can slip away with the Inquisitor unnoticed." There is a mischievous glint in his eyes as he rises.
"That sounded almost nefarious." I grin at him as he walks towards me.
"Are you afraid, Inquisitor?"
"Intrigued," I correct.
"Get your things and we'll leave."
If he is taking me towards Crestwood, I think I might have to "slip" and break my ankle.
Solas guides me up through the mountains, and I feel the air rushing through my clothes. Had I know he was taking me this way, I would have dressed warmer.
"It's fucking cold!" I shiver.
"Language, Inquisitor," he teases, and I can't keep myself from snorting. A truly unladylike sound that makes me wonder how he can possibly look at me with such affection. That man has strange tastes.
"Says you. Do I need to remind you that I know exactly what 'fenedhis lasa' means?"
He gives a short laugh, and a faint blush starts showing on his cheeks and the tip of his ears. He is so damned cute!
"You know, if you truly want to teach Sera elven, then profanities are probably a good place to start," I tease with a quirky smile. When he chuckles, I can't help but laugh too hard at my own joke. I hate it when that happens. He must think of me as such a dork!
Solas POV
"Something to consider." I chuckle.
Her laugh is so warm and heartfelt. Genuine. It affects everyone around her. It's like a warmth that spreads through your chest and makes you feel the happiness as well. Her spirit is intoxicating and vibrant, and I had never expected to find anyone who could draw my attention from the Fade as she does.
I had expected Mona to be excited by the prospect of mystery and exploration, but as we leave Skyhold, she seems hesitant. I take her hand in mine, and for a moment, she smiles, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. It's not until we walk up towards the mountains away from Ferelden that her spirit seems to lighten.
"Where are we going?"
"To the other side of that mountain."
"Is there a ruin up there? Some elven artifact?" Her eyes sparkle with curiosity.
"Patience, vhenan. You will see soon enough."
She gives me a mock glare, and I shake my head with a grin.
"Good thing we didn't bring Tish. She would have been freezing. My good girl." She smiles fondly as she thinks of her dog.
I feel a smile form on my lips. She cares for the dog a great deal - any animal really. There is such a tenderness to her spirit that makes me believe that any life, no matter how small, is important to her. The burden she has chosen to carry must weigh heavier on her than most. Even now, I can see her mind pondering as strongly as if she had brought the documents with her. The weight of the world is on her shoulders. And I can't help feeling that I was the one who placed it there. It only makes the times she laughs so much more dear to my heart. My eyes meet hers for a moment and we continue to walk in silence.
Mona POV
Sometimes that sadness will appear in his eyes out of nowhere. He thinks he has to correct the world on his own. That it is his burden and responsibility. He doesn't understand that, if he truly wants things to change, then we all need to do it together. It's not a quick fix, and even with all his might and power he can't do it on his own. I think he knows that, but life has taught him that he can't trust others. I don't know how he learned that lesson, but it has been an excruciatingly painful one for him to carry so deeply for so long.
The Dread Wolf.
He wants to protect all of us, but he thinks he is forced to choose. Choosing is easier. It means no debate, no corruption, no trust. All the things he hates, because he has seen what it can lead to. Even after all this time, I believe he still thinks that I don't understand - and I don't have the words to explain it. I remember Earth and all the corruption. No society was above it - no matter how evolved. Every form of government was flawed in some way. And even if I find the words, show him in the Fade, will I have merely confirmed his fears? Shown him that a good society can't be created on hope and wishes alone. If he could only see what I see when I look at him. My Solas does not seek or want power. He does not want minions or to be seen as a god. But I know he will not give up his power. Not because he wants it, but because he fears others will misuse it. He wants to protect them like a loving but, ultimately, overprotective father.
My darling love, will you become a wise king or a benevolent dictator? You will rule from the distance and your people will thrive under you. I have no doubt of that, but how can I make you understand that Thedas does not need you to be that? It needs a protector in shadows as time will evolve and change it. It needs you to show faith in it, but you lost faith long ago. When will you understand that you are not just the protector of the elves, but of all of them? I know what you will do to the Qunari. I know you care for all of us. But me knowing and you understanding is not the same thing. If Lavellan's love was not enough for you to see this, then how can I possibly hope that mine is?
"Vhenan?" He calls to me with a concerned expression.
"Sorry, my mind drifted," I reply as evenly as I can.
"Nowhere pleasant, from the looks of it."
"I was contemplating the likelihood of you being able to heal my toes of frostbite," I grouch with a playful sparkle in my eyes - I hope. Otherwise, I just turned out to be the most insufferable date ever.
"You do not usually complain so," he points out with a teasing smile. Good. Awkwardness avoided.
"A bad habit I picked up from Varric." I grin, then turn to look down over the mountains, "It's so beautiful." I sigh, seeing my breath fog in the air.
I feel him behind me, and he puts a blanket around my shoulders.
"It gets better," he promises against my ear and gives me a peck on my earlobe.
He guides me for a little while longer, and I see it. Bright lights in colours of purple, green, blue, and pink cascade like waves across the night sky.
"You weren't kidding … This is…" I give a breathless chuckle as I try to find the words. "It looks like the Fade is trickling through the Veil into this world."
I feel him against my back again. He does this a lot, I've noticed. Like it is the best way to protect me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and I feel his chin on the top of my head.
"Now, close your eyes and listen," he whispers softly.
I close my eyes and listen. I hear the wind howling through the mountains and smile as it rushes past me almost playfully. Then I hear the faint sounds like bells or … crystal. I open my eyes and smile in amazement.
"The mountains are singing."
"I hoped you would enjoy it." His voice sounds so pleased, and I rest my head back against him. I love it when the worry leaves him. "Come," he says softly, "there is more."
"A sled back down? Because then I hope we can race." I grin and he gives short laugh.
"Not quite." He takes my hand and leads me up a little further.
Just on the other side is a tent. It's one of the larger ones that belongs to the Inquisition, except there is no roof. I walk over to it and see that a magic shield covers the top part. My fingers slide against it, and I smile at the tickling sensation.
"How are you able to maintain it? Wards?" I ask studying it.
"Glyphs, a very old and rare technique. It is only possible to create where the Veil is thin. Like here," he explains with his usual patience as he observes me. He takes my hand and leads me to the front of the tent.
"Come. You're shivering."
When he speaks to me with such care in his voice, I believe I would follow him anywhere. He filled the inside of the tent with the softest pillows and furs, a metal fire pit in the middle. Solas ignites the wood with his magic, and then makes a lid float above it on three chains, so we can still see the light from above through the magic ceiling. My heart aches at the beauty of it all and the trouble he has gone through for my sake. My boots quickly discarded, I crawl towards him and put my arms around his neck before kissing him. His lips are cold from the freezing mountain air but just as soft and tender as always. His chilly fingers brush against my neck, looking for the only naked skin on my body, sending a shiver through me.
"Thank you. You didn't have to do all this for me," I murmur, pulling away with my eyes still closed.
"I can think of no one else worthy of it," he murmurs in return, giving my lips another soft kiss.
I would speak if I had the words, but he always manages to catch me off guard. I'm so much more comfortable when he is teaching me something or talking about ideas. Anything that takes the attention away from me. As he looks at me now, I can feel my insides tremble - and I'm not certain it's from the cold. His smiles warmly, taking off his coat, and then reaching into his pack.
"I've brought food and tea," he states as he starts to put things near the fire.
"You hate tea," I chuckle.
"But you don't," he points out with a smile.
"I hope you brought at least something you like," I laugh and he chuckles.
"You don't count?"
I feel my face flushing instantly and throw myself into the pillows and furs, hiding my face and making him laugh loudly. Sometimes I think he gets far too much amusement from making me uncomfortable.
"Ass…" I grumble into the pillow, uncertain if it's loud enough for him to hear. When I turn on my back, he is still grinning at me. I sigh with a tremble and look into the sky, studying every piece of it. Solas turned the tent in a direction where we cannot see the scar from the Breach. Like it never existed. As if nothing existed besides us. My eyes don't waver from it while I sit up to remove my gloves and coat as the tent starts to warm up.
"Did the sky look the same before the Veil?" I ask, laying back down.
"Yes and no. The lights are a natural phenomenon that occurs as a state of nature, not the Fade," he explains as I can hear him poking the fire.
"Earth has it, too. We call them Northern lights. I've never seen anything but pictures, though. I think the colour is a little different here."
I study it closely as I see the purple and green colours mingling.
"That would be the interaction with the Veil. It reflects it. The spirits linger close to it."
"I can see why."
He lays down next to me.
"Are you still cold?"
"I'm starting to get warmer." I scooch myself closer to him and cuddle up against him, still looking toward the sky.
I lean my cheek against his chest, feeling it slowly rising and falling. He gives a pleasant sigh and pulls a blanket over us. I don't think anyone else truly appreciates how kind he is. How considerate he can. Most either see his arrogance or fail to notice him at all. He is so guarded, and I can't help but feel incredibly lucky that he allows himself to be so vulnerable and open with me. I love him.
Solas POV
We lay in silence, watching the stars and the light. I hear the crackling of the fire, the sound of her calm breathing, the feel of her warmth against my chest.
"You're thinking," she murmurs.
"Every mind usually is."
"Alright, you're pondering. Anything you want to share?"
"I'm reminded of a conversation I had with Varric some time ago. About a fisherman who lived alone on an island. Most of his tribe had fallen to beasts or disease. His wife had died in childbirth. He was the only one left. He could have struck out on his own to find a new land, new people. But he stayed. He spent every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars."
"That's a gloomy story for such a pleasant night."
"True. However, when I first encountered the memory, I thought he had given up. Varric informed me that the man continued to live his life despite all the heartache. He saw a courage in that life that I failed to recognize."
"You wonder, don't you, if that will be your life?" She turns over on her side and looks at me.
"At times," I confess and turn towards her. She edges closer to me and wraps her arms around my neck and her leg across my waist.
"For most of us, life doesn't last forever, and even our moments of happiness seem fleeting. But it's not about quantity of life but the quality of it. We cling to memories and experiences that enrich each moment. We let those moments define us and take strength from them. You more than anyone should know the value of a memory. Those are as precious as any treasure."
"Perhaps I should."
"Then don't sacrifice these moments for worries about the past or the future. Enjoy them and save them in your heart for when life is harder." She gives me a small smile. "And always remember to look at the stars."
"I don't think I have ever loved them as much since I met you." I touch her face with my fingers as she closes her eyes with a faint blush.
To my surprise, she straddles me, and I look up at her, the sky above creating a beautiful light around her.
"So, how do we make this a happy memory?"
"You are already here. It is hard to imagine how anything else could compare." I smile up at her.
The blush on her face is instant as she hides her face in her hands, and I can't keep myself from grinning. My affection for her runs deeper than I could have imagined, but she is right. Tonight should not be spoiled by my changeable disposition.
"Are you being grim and fatalistic just to get me into bed? There are easier ways to do that, you know." She chuckles.
"I am grim and fatalistic. Getting you into bed is just an enjoyable side benefit." I smirk.
She grabs my wrists and puts them above my head, softly pinning me with a mock threatening look.
"I've heard that phrase a lot. Just a side benefit?" she sneers playfully.
"It was not meant as an offense."
"Well, I'm offended, so tell me, 'Dread Wolf,' how are you going to make it up to me?"
My eyes narrow and my lips twitch in a predatory fashion.
"Is that a threat, Inquisitor?"
"Well, I do seem to have you at my mercy." She bites her lips seductively.
With a quick motion, I flip her over on her back, pinning her beneath me.
"So quickly the tables turn, Inquisitor. Do you surrender?"
"Never!" she cries out in glee.
"How entirely expected. Whatever should I do with you?"
I begin to nibble and kiss her neck, where I know she is the most sensitive. Each kiss drawing a sigh from her lips.
"Solas…"
"Yes?" I murmur against the pulse on her neck.
Her grin widens.
"The food is burning."
I look back over my shoulder, and she makes her move.
"I can't believe you fell for that," she giggles
I can't help but laugh as she flees from my grasp, and I start contemplating my next move, but then something in her eyes softens. She crawls over to me and holds me tight - her victory cut short by her own actions.
"I love making you smile and laugh," she confesses sweetly.
I embrace her and take in her scent. She could tease me endlessly, yet she never takes it too far before her kindness shines through once more. I love her.
"When we fall asleep, come and find me in the Fade. There is something I want to show you," she requests in a whisper against my ear.
"Ma nuvenin, vhenan. Not just yet, however." I pull away and look at her. "I assume you have not eaten all day, as usual?"
"I've been busy." She shrugs.
"Then let us eat something before it truly does burn." I suggest with a kiss to her brow.
Mona POV
I look up into the sky with my tea nestled between my hands. I'm not sure what I had expected when Solas took me up here, but this is so incredible. I could get lost in that sky forever, and I only wish that I could have had a camera or a telescope to take it all in. The tent is finally warm and comfortable. I have taken off my trousers and relax in my shirt. Everything is quiet except for the crackling of the fire and the faint, beautiful sound of the wind rushing through the mountains. Neither Solas nor I say much, but the silence is a comfortable one. It's so peaceful. I catch Solas looking at me again, and his eyes avert from mine. I finish the tea quickly and crawl over to him, making him lay down with me as before, looking up into the sky. He holds me so carefully in his arms, as if he thinks that if he holds me too tightly I will vanish into nothing.
Every day, what I see in his eyes and feel in my heart is that we are at war with ourselves. My heart and purpose are as divided as his. These moments are precious because we can convince our hearts to forget. In these moments, the Dread Wolf and the Inquisitor are mere figments of someone's imagination.
His breathing becomes softer, and I notice he has fallen asleep. Who would have guessed that a man with such a menacing reputation could be this gentle? All I can think of as I look at him is how much I want to kiss him. I imagine myself straddling him and capturing his lips in a lingering kiss. How I would begin to … argh, damn it. Pointless thoughts since I can't make myself wake him, anyway. Instead, I snuggle up close to him and try to fall asleep in his arms.
Solas POV
When I find Mona, she is sitting in the same odd tavern I have found her in before. She is sitting at the bar wearing a long black coat. I swallow as I see the expanse of her bare legs and notice her shoes have high heels. They cannot be comfortable to walk in.
"There you are." She smiles and looks at me. She is wearing dark make-up, and her lips are a dark red.
She gets off the stool and goes over to kiss me on my cheek. Even with those absurd heels, she is shorter than I am.
"I have a surprise for you." She steps back and looks at me.
Her hands run over my shoulders and my clothes change into some sort of black suit with a green sweater underneath. I give her a curious look.
"I see your ability to manipulate the Fade is improving." I raise an eyebrow.
I admit, I'm impressed with her progress.
"Well, thank you. Not by much, though, but it will serve for this purpose."
"Can we get away from here? The noise is insufferable." I frown.
She leans her head back with a short laugh.
"Alright, come on." She takes my arm and leads me out on the street.
It's night, and there are bright lights everywhere and carriages without horses filling the streets along with other transportation devices unlike any I have seen. It's intriguing and so far removed from the serenity of the tent in the waking world. Chaos seems rampant in this dream, and yet, patterns of order emerge. She doesn't take me far before the Fade shapes before us, and I see a regal building with an Orlesian feel to it. In the middle is a pyramid made entirely out of glass.
"This is the Louvre Museum in Paris on Earth," she explains. "It has some of the most beautiful art ever created. I thought I would show you. No guarantee for accuracy, though, it's been many years since I saw it."
She takes me inside the building, and there is no one there. No spirits linger here to enact the people who used to walk these halls. All of it is merely from her memory. Spirits will eventually discover this dream she has shaped, but for now, we are alone. I can faintly hear a pleasant sound in the halls. I walk around with my hands placed behind my back, taking in the art around me. Each is unique and different in its own way, a different style or representation of a complex mind and world. It's fascinating.
When I turn to look at Mona, she is no longer wearing her coat but a revealing red dress with a deep neckline. The colour compliments her hair and skin beautifully. I can feel myself swallowing, my mouth opening slightly. She is looking at the art herself, not noticing how I have been entranced by her. The usual black and white hides her so well. It's the colours of the Inquisition and the colours which are least likely to attract attention. The deep red transforms her into a beacon of my desire. It is as vibrant and warm as her spirit, and all that I am seems set ablaze by the sight of her.
I walk over to her and place my hands on her waist, pulling her flush and against me, and kiss her deeply. She makes a noise of surprise as I slightly dip her sideways so that I might better deepen the kiss further. My tongue caresses her lips and meets hers only a moment after. A tremor passes through me from my heart to my fingertips as I hold her and feel the smoothness of the tantalizing fabric. When her lips leave mine, I keep my eyes closed, trying desperately to regain some control over myself.
"If the dress has this much effect on you, then you should see what is underneath." She gives me a smoldering look, biting her lip seductively.
"Such thoughts would attract demons, I fear," I smile shakily, trying and failing to even my breathing.
Something in her eyes darken as she looks up at me with a full blush. She leans in and puts her lips to my ear, making a pleasant wave rush down my spine. "Then why don't you wake up and have a look instead?"
I wake instantly and feel myself blushing at the effect that small remark had on my abilities in the Fade. We are both awake, and I look down at her in my embrace where her face is heated and flushed. Her eyes are dark with a desire deeper than I have seen before. She pushes herself up and gives me a single kiss before pulling away. She straddles me and removes her shirt slowly. Each button is a promise of something alluring beneath as my breathing grows heavier.
As the shirt falls, red satin is barely covering her, and I have to swallow. No wonder she was so cold on the journey here. Even in the dim light of the fire and light above, I can see her blushing as I can't keep myself from staring. The nuances of the flames reflect in the shimmering fabric and the waves of her hair. She looks more radiant than a spirit of the Fade. My fingers slide across the delicate, smooth fabric, and she gives a sigh as my fingers reach her breast.
"Ar lath ma," I whisper before sitting up and capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
With an impatient vigor, she begins to pull at my clothing, and with eager motions, I help her to discard every thread covering my body in haste. I try to move to get a better hold on her, when she pushes me gently back onto the soft layer beneath us.
"Stay," she requests softly. "Let me take care of you."
Her hand drifts along the inside of my thigh as she says it, and I can do nothing but surrender. Her tongue and lips taste my skin, leaving a trail in their path as they travel down my neck, chest, stomach, and lower. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch her while her delicate touch envelopes me. Even in this, she shows both care and skill.
"You don't-" As if expecting my objection, her tongue caresses the tip and my head falls backwards.
When my eyes meet hers again, the adoration I'm met with is almost overwhelming. My chest constricts at the depth of feeling I see.
"I love you, too," she murmurs before lowering her lips.
A sigh escapes me as the warmth of her mouth subsumes me. Every movement she makes is done with confidence and attention to every sound escaping me. The way her hand grabs firmly at the root and releases at the top is set at a pace that matches the thrumming of my heart. She discovers when to twirl that sinful tongue to make me moan and tremble.
There is nothing hurried or rushed in her ministrations. The motions are languid and exploratory. I can feel she knows what she is doing to me, but still she takes her time to get to know me, as if committing it all to memory with the purpose of doing it again and again. Laying still becomes more difficult as a knot tightens in my stomach. My fingers dig into the pillows and furs in an attempt to keep still. I would reach for her, but I'm uncertain that I can be gentle, and I wish to be nothing else when it comes to her.
"Vhenan," I hear myself implore thoughtlessly, "stop." My voice quivers in its surrender.
Her deep eyes look directly into mine, unyielding, overflowing with a devotion I do not deserve. I fall back into the furs with a cry as my back arches. It has been so long, but never like this, the ecstasy I'm feeling made more potent by the love I feel both for and from her. Her mouth never wavers, but stays until the last wave of my pleasure is finally abated.
I struggle to catch my breath as she lays down next to me.
"So, am I still a side benefit?" she teases.
"You," I take her by her arms and pull her to me in a passionate kiss before finishing the sentence, "are nothing short of my heart's desire. Ma vhenan'ara."
Mona POV
My heart aches at his words. I wish I could be as poetic and sweet as he is, but I'm not and have to settle for the obvious.
"I love you so much. It has never felt like this before." I give a quaking sigh, leaning my brow against his. Regardless of my inability to be original and romantic, he seems pleased as he pulls me closer. Our bodies intermingle as his breathing slowly returns to normal. Should I be impressed that I can make even a "god" become so undone? Dread Wolf take me, indeed. I giggle without noticing, and Solas looks into my eyes. Rather than asking, he captures my lips in a heartfelt kiss. The tent lights up from a green spell he casts, but I don't get the opportunity to ask what he did as his hands begin exploring again.
His every touch is gentle and kind. I will never get so much as a mark from him. I hear myself whimper at his light touches - begging him to be firmer. A part of me enjoys this teasing and anticipation, while another cries out for him. His fingers travel between my legs, and I'm a little embarrassed by the breathless moans I make from this simple gesture. To my relief, it is enough for his touch to deepen, and I hear a groan rumble in his chest when he feels my underwear is already wet. With his teeth, he slowly removes the fabric covering one of my breasts, and his tongue caresses my nipple. I used to hate it after I had my son - the act of former lovers being too rough or reminding me of leeches. This is nothing like it. It's sensual and arousing. Aching for more contact, I begin to remove my underwear, and Solas grabs a hold of them, removing them completely.
His lips move to mine again, and I move my hands to his neck. His hand once again explores my folds, and I feel him hardening against me. How is that even possible?
"Shifty mage," I chuckle before releasing a moan as my hand caresses his length again.
"Infatuated mage," he corrects with a smile.
His fingers reach the spot that makes me cry out. I don't know what he does, but he has placed some sort of magic there that keeps pulsating against me. I can't decide if it's sadistic or merciful, but I'm addicted to it, nonetheless.
"Solas," I manage between my ragged breaths.
"Yes, my heart?" he says so lovingly that, despite all the sensations, the quiver in my heart becomes the strongest.
I'm so close it feels like agony.
"I need you closer," I plead.
He kisses me deeply as he hovers himself above me. I cling to him as he enters me, and I press him as close to me as possible. I want to feel him with me. To know that this is real. My Solas. He keeps kissing me, not abandoning any part of me. In an incoherent moment, I wonder if spirits that fall in love can truly merge and become one. I try to make my pace match his and make myself contract and release to improve his pleasure, but I'm barely self-aware at this point. I don't mean to, but as my back arches, my nails dig into the skin on his, back making him hiss. Even so, he kisses my neck, letting his tongue linger on my pulse.
"Sing for me, vhenan, and even the echoes of these mountains will envy its beauty," he breathes in my ear, and I shatter.