On a mission in the Western Approach, Miriel gets distracted and pays the price...in more ways than one. NSFW

Distractions Old and New

Griffon Wing Keep was bustling with activity. It had taken the soldiers two days to get to the keep and when they did, renovations and reconstruction began at a quick pace. Miriel and the crew were helping the soldiers set up by securing far off water supply routes and cleaning up the well (who throws dead bodies down a usable well?). Today they were tackling the potentially problematic Darkspawn around the keep. The heat had backed off since the first day they had arrived, but not by much. They were once again a sweaty hot mess…and not the sexy kind.

What was worse than the heat was that Solas was wearing a loose white cotton tunic that was almost completely transparent. Miriel could make out the lines of his back, curving out then in, then out again, through the thin fabric. Further, his leggings were dark and the color bled through the tunic as well…clearly demarcating the definition and curvature of his overly fine derriere. Wandering the world on his own has paid off…wonderfully, her head cocked slowly on its own, following the curve. Solas was not boastful of his body, he was always annoying clothed to an absurd degree. She knew that he was slimly muscular and tall for an elf, but that was about it. Sure she suspected he had a fantastic butt and physique, but she didn't explicitly know that he did. She still didn't explicitly know, but she had a better idea now of how his body looked and all she could say was-

"MOTHERFUCKER!" She cried as an arrow was suddenly lodged in her left shoulder. She instinctively reached up with her right hand to grip at it. Soon Bull and Blackwall were shouting as they engaged the Darkspawn. Solas turned to her, his eyes wide as he saw her injury. The arrow had pierced through her armor somehow, digging deeply into her muscle. OW. She could feel the wet blood pooling underneath her armor and shirt. It wasn't a serious injury, just a slightly deeper flesh wound, but it did hurt and it did impair her ability to fight.

It also impaired her ability to keep track of enemies apparently, since she hadn't seen the Hurlock that was now standing next to her approach. Oh by the Dread Wolf, why? The monster lunged at her and she managed to dodge it. She grunted but somehow kicked her leg out low and trip the bastard. It screeched going down and tried to scramble to get up but Miriel was there, mercilessly stomping on its head…hard. It stopped screeching around the fourth or fifth stomp, but she didn't stop until it was all just pulp.

The Hurlock group that had attacked them was small and ill-equipped to deal with the raging men who were now all surrounding her with concerned faces and words.

"Inquisitor!" Solas cried and she rolled her eyes.

"Yep, arrow in my shoulder, ow." She said through gritted teeth as her knees almost gave out. Bull caught her and eased her up.

"We need to get that thing out and treat the wound," Solas said and Miriel choked out a laugh.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious. Can we do it away from that putrid corpse?" She asked and then Bull was lifting her up carefully and moving her away from the Hurlock, it's the little things. They shuffled over a few feet away from the dead Hurlock where Bull laid Miriel down in the sand. She hissed at the pain at being moved again.

"We need to cut away her armor and clothes then remove the arrow and then stop the bleeding and heal the wound." Solas explained but Miriel shook her head.

"You are not trashing my armor! Harrit worked hard on this, you can't just get rid of it, and what else will I wear out here where everything is trying to kill us?! No!"

"There is no other option, Inquisitor! We need to heal the wound and to do that we need access to it." Solas tried to calm her and she was about to bite back a reply when a sharp and sudden pain wracked her body, spreading out from her shoulder. She screamed as her body was wrenched up along with the arrow that had been yanked out by Bull. It was mostly the surprise that got her, while she and Solas were arguing, Bull was acting, typical, she thought, but she was thankful.

Blackwall didn't think, just acted. He raised her up and stripped her, tearing back the layers of her armor and under shirt to get at her flesh to help Solas heal the wound. She breathed heavily as Solas applied the salves and murmured old healing incantations. He was no healer, and he did not usually attempt to play it, but he seemed particularly spurred by her injury to at least try to be a healer. She soon felt her flesh knit together, it was a bit slow, and Creators it was painful, but it was healing.

"You boys are so not gentle," she grunted as Blackwall lifted her shoulders so she could sit up. She groaned and winced but otherwise was able to lean up.

"You needed the arrow out, Boss," Bull explained and she scrunched her face up in acknowledgment.

"I know I know, and I thank you for it. Just…Dread Wolf's balls, that hurt," after a minute she was able to stand up and put her armor back on. It took some convincing but finally the guys complied with her wish to finish routing out the Darkspawn…until they walked to the edge of the plateau and into a stinking cloud of sulfur.

"We need to….go back…" Miriel wheezed as they turned back. They were all breathing heavily and trying to make their way back to the Keep.

"Someone back at Skyhold should have an idea of what to do." Solas coughed and Miriel nodded as she tried to regain her breath.

"I think we are done for the day, let's just get back to the keep." Miriel's replied, earning her nods and agreements.

By the time the group got back to the Keep, the sun was beginning to set and the soldiers were winding down to eat their supper. Solas had excused himself to perform his ritual mana cleanse at the end of the day and Blackwall was settling in with a group of older soldiers with thick lower class Orlesian accents. That left Bull and Miriel in the line for supper. The cook slopped a ladle full of…some thick goop into Miriel's bowl. She wrinkled her nose in disgust but didn't fight with the man, supplies were strained and they were doing all that they could with what they had, mental note: talk to Cullen about setting up better supply lines…and hiring a good chef for our people out here. She left the line, and Bull followed with his own bowl full of slop.

"You were staring at him again," Bull said as they made their way to sit down. Miriel sighed, figured there was no point in lying to the Ben-Hassrath agen, he would probably know anyways.

"Yes," it was embarrassing really, to allow such a sexual distraction get the better of her.

"Boss, this is going to happen again if you don't talk to him about this." Bull chastised, Miriel snorted in response.

"Talk to him about what? That he is too attractive that he distracts me from doing my job? Way to blame him for my lack of control."

"That he needs to see to your needs when you don't need to be doing your job so that you won't be distracted in the field."

She snorted, "Just tell him, 'hey Solas, we need to have sex so I can save the world, you down?' So romantic."

"It doesn't need to be about romance, you need this, you two are in a relationship-

"This isn't the Qun, Bull, sex is…a lot more emotionally involved in Solas and my cultures. I have had sex with one other man, one, and even that is considered scandalous among the Dalish. I cannot just make love to Solas because of a sense of…duty, and he shouldn't feel obligated to…service me, he should want to make love back to me." Bull looked at her intently, thinking about her words. She couldn't tell exactly what he was pondering but she could guess, Dorian. She sighed and touched his arm.

"I can't speak for him, Bull, and the answers you need you are only going to come from him."

Bull grunted, "Yeah, I know. But seriously, you need to talk to Solas about this." It was Miriel's turn to sigh as she nodded at Bull's words.

"I will…somehow," she then took a bite of the slop and gagged and shoved bowl away, "oh Creators, that is bad."

"I've had worse," Bull commented as he quickly shoveled the slop into his mouth.

Solas enjoyed the mana cleanses he performed every morning and night. They were relaxing practicing that either prepared him for the day, or calmed him down from it. And today, Solas needed a lot of calming down. Seeing Miriel hurt was never easy, especially when they weren't close to any true healers. She took blows every now and then, usually resulting in bruises or small fractures that were knitted together when they got back to Skyhold. Usually her armor protected her from an attack that would draw blood, or she would dodge those blows easily. Today she had been shot, pierced, and had bled right in front of him. He knew the injury was not severe, that the wound was mostly flesh and the blood just appeared melodramatic. But knowing that she was fine was not helping.

He moved his hands over his staff, reciting the familiar incantation. But the thought of her injury kept coming back. He didn't quite understand how it happened. Miriel was typically ever aware of her surroundings, including hearing archers drawing their bow in preparation to shoot. She had dodged countless arrows before due to her vigilance and keen hearing. She had heard these archers in much noisier environments than the Western Approach, so why hadn't she heard this one? He couldn't imagine the Darkspawn were any quieter than a man or elf with a bow, particularly with their heavy breathing and heavy footing. She was distracted, but by what? He tried to recall of the details of where they were when she was shot, only coming up with sparse shrubs dotting the landscape. There weren't even fennecs wrestling in the sand, or hyenas in the distance. It had just been the four of them, walking in the heat looking for the Darkspawn. It was possible, he supposed, that she had been thinking about something else and that thought is what distracted her, but what must have been so mentally drawing that it would block out her hearing of the bow being drawn?

Unlike most puzzles, Solas did not enjoy this one. Miriel's actions, or lack thereof, made little sense to him. He scowled as he finished the mana cleanse, about to put away his staff when Bull walked into the room.

"So Solas, you and the Boss shackin' up. Nice." The Qunari said. Solas looked up at Bull.

"I fail to see how that is any concern of yours," He replied and Bull smiled then leaned down so he could look Solas in the eye.

"Look, I don't usually like to get involved in other people's relationships, gets messy you see. But Miriel got shot today because she was distracted…by you." Solas quirked his brow up at Bull, curious.

"How do you know this?" Solas asked and Bull just laughed.

"Oh, oh you're serious? Have you seen the way she looks at you? It's like watching a starving animal seeing food for the first time in months." Bull said somewhat impressed. Solas was just confused.

"That is hardly a flattering image of the Inquisitor." Solas chastised and Bull just looked at him with a confused expression.

"It's not supposed to be. Look, I can't tell you how to deal with your relationship-

"No, you cannot." Solas said plainly.

"But I do know when someone needs something and their partner is not seeing to that need."

"What exactly are you insinuating?"

"Nothing. I am telling you that she is distracted because of the lack of sexual attention you pay her. See to her needs, Solas, or someone else will." And with that Bull left the room. Solas stood there, somewhat shocked. He could not recall the last time someone had been sexually interested in him and not Fen'Harel. Yes, he had received many propositions for sex and relationships as his fabled persona, but Solas…his actual self…well, it had been a long time indeed.

Perhaps that was why it was so surprising to him that Miriel was apparently sexually interested. He knew she wanted the relationship of course, but so far their physical intimacy had been fairly tame – kisses here and there, occasionally sharing a bed, but nothing explicit. He had even wondered if she desired that aspect of a relationship at all.

A grin spread across his face as contemplated the implications of this knowledge. She desired him, admired his body, which he supposed was a good body, and further, he desired her. She was beautiful and quick and wise, testing and thrilling him over and over again – truly it was both maddening and endearing. He loved her and he could show her just how much, he could –

You're lying to her, and there it was – the little cynical voice that had taken residence in his head. You wish to bed her while lying to her, it continued. Well, he was not technically lying to her, more like keeping the truth away from her. He winced, that wasn't much better.

She didn't know all that he was. She knew who he was at heart, but she had no knowledge of what he had done, what he was planning to do. How could he allow himself to indulge in her? He was who she hated, whom she feared. Who she was taught to fear, it can be unlearned, a newer more hopeful voice said within him as he began to pace.

She did not reject the help in the valley…the voice continued, referring to him possessing the wolf and guiding her back to safety after Corypheus had destroyed Haven. But she had screamed, had tried to fight.

Have you not always fought what you fear?

Perhaps then…perhaps he could maybe entertain the idea of telling her…one day. Not now, of course, the time was not right. Perhaps…perhaps after Corypheus was dealt with he could tell her, and maybe after seeing how much he did really love her, how much he gave to the Inquisition, maybe she would not hate him.

But the present issue still remained. Miriel was sexually frustrated and it was getting her injured. This could not continue. A pleasantly devious plan came to mind and he smiled as he contemplated all the ways he could solve this particular dilemma.

It had become habit to traverse the Fade while dreaming. As time progressed, Miriel found herself more and more able to channel the power of the Anchor into allowing her to dream almost completely coherently. She would fall asleep with an idea, a wish in a way, and focus that idea into the Anchor. She was no mage, but the magic felt strangely familiar and it amazingly responded to her prompting.

That night was no different. She fell asleep in her bedroll, thinking about his eyes and the fullness of Solas's lips, the fluidity of his movements.

The Anchor flared in her hand and she reached out, searching for Solas. She had discovered this trick when she had looked for him when he had left after the death of his friend. She had felt the desire to see him, to comfort him, and at that the Anchor had flared up and seemed to…pull her in Solas's direction. Now she allowed her desire to see him, to discuss the issues of physicality between them. The Anchor flared to life and lead her down a path heading east.

She followed the glowing green light until she saw him. She allowed his will for the area to surpass her own, and soon towering trees and beautiful flowers surrounded her. There was soft, light dirt underneath her feet and a glittering sun twinkled above her. The trees were twisting, straining towards the sky in an almost unnatural way. Green canopies housed chirping birds, their calls a warning as they peered at her with their beady black eyes. Soft green grass carpeted the landscape ahead…where Solas stood with his back to her, tunic waving in the gentle wind. His head was turned to the wind, a relaxed and almost…nefarious expression upon his face.

"Vhenan," he said and she strode towards him, her feet enjoying the soft feel of the grass. He turned towards her, blue eyes bright with mischief. She stopped short and quirked a brow at him.

"Solas?" She asked in a low voice, equal parts questioning and mirthful.

"Would you care to tell me what distracted you today?" He all but purred. Her eyes widened as her cheeks reddened and she giggled nervously.

"Uuhhh," she stammered none too eloquently. He strode towards her, hands behind his back as he smiled roguishly.

"Was there a small fennec nearby?" He asked, feinting innocence. She narrowed her eyes, he was up to something.

"No," she answered.

"Then maybe a fly buzzing by your ear?" He suggested. She bit her lip and shook her head slowly, watching him slowly walk around her.

"Then what could it have possibly grabbed the full attention of a skilled huntress?" He whispered in her ear. His lips were tantalizingly close to her ear and she wanted to moan at the nearness, but somehow she restrained herself.

"By this line of teasing, you know precisely what it was that distracted me," she whispered back. She felt his soft exhale of an almost laugh, lips curling up into a smirk.

"But perhaps I wish confirmation for myself. The mind can be quite...colorful," at that moment flashes of her and Solas writhing on the ground filled her mind. They were naked and she was moaning as he watched her reach her pleasure. It was just a moment, a brief image, but it was enough to send her heart racing and her cheeks blushing.

"You, it was you, Solas," she murmured, suddenly soft for him. He chuckled by her ear as he slipped his hands around her waist.

"Ah, so I was correct," he moved his lips along her ear in a caress, eliciting a shiver from her.

"Though, I am curious. What exactly about my form is so distracting?" He asked. She opened her eyes (when had she closed them?) at the sensual but wonderfully honest question.

"Are you not aware of how beautiful you are? Solas, you are tall and perfectly proportioned and just absolutely breathtaking. Not to mention maddening since I have only been able to guess what your body looks like. That kind of guesswork leads to a lot of um…fantasies…" she stammered at the end. His arms were completely encircled around her waist now, his face practically buried into her neck as his nose pressed against the hollow beneath her ear.

"What do these fantasies consist of?" He whispered. Her breath halted as her blush intensified and her eyes widened.

"S-surely you don't wish to know about that-

"I wish to know everything about you, vhenan," was it her, or did the way he say 'everything' sound just a bit more sexual than it had any right to be?

"Well, there is one…where I am returning to Skyhold from a mission and you are standing in my room…naked. I-I see your back and when I enter, you turn your head and smile and say 'Ah, I was wondering when you would return.'" That was a tame fantasy compared to some of the others, but he hummed his approval, pressing a kiss to her sensitive skin.

"I will have to keep that in mind. What is another fantasy of yours?" He prodded and she let out a breath. Right, what was one that wouldn't be too embarrassing for her to reveal? Ah, yes, the tent one.

"After a long day of adventuring, I walk into my tent to find you there, reading a book. You look up at me with those eyes."

"Those eyes? You will have to be more specific than that, vhenan." He pushes and she shivers as his hips so subtly rock into her backside.

"Um, you know, when your eyes say all the naughty things you want to do to me that your mouth can't," she murmurs back.

"I do not know, vhenan, my mouth can say many naughty things," oh. Oh Creators. He just…she couldn't…this man was destroying every strand of sense she had left, and she was completely fine with it.

Miriel turned her head, unable to not try and kiss him. Thankfully, Solas understood and pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft, wet kiss that had her toes curling. His hands wandered over her body so that his left hand reached up and cupped her breast while his right hand dipped below, almost palming her sex. She inhaled sharply as she pressed against him.

"Such tame fantasies. That was not quite what I was expecting," he said after pulling back from her. She opened her eyes and smirked deviously.

"I wasn't finished," she began, "I walk into the tent and you take off the blanket covering you. You're already hard, apparently thinking of me while you waited. We kiss as you strip me, touching my breasts and waist, telling me how much you need me. You tell me how hard I make you," at that moment pulled her close so that she could feel his building hardness. She practically mewled at the sensation and knowledge. Encouraged by her vocalization, Solas slipped his hand into her breeches, past her smalls. He moved down to fully palm her sex.

Miriel gasped, arching her back at the sudden pleasure.

"Keep going," he urged and she swallowed thickly as she tried to string words together.

"You love me with your hands first," he ran his index finger along her folds, teasing her.

"And are you wet?" The double edge of the question did not escape her notice and she gave into him.

"Yes, oh Creators, yes, I am wet for you," she purred and he growled in approval against her neck.

"How do I touch you?" He prodded, moving his middle finger along with his index to slowly part her lips.

"S-slow at f-first," she hissed as he does as she says, slowly caressing her soft, wet flesh. Soft pleasure begins to build in her, radiating up from her nether regions. His other hand then decided to have more fun as well, slipping beneath her tunic, doing away her breast band and cupping one of her breasts.

"Y-you suck my nipples too," she hissed as he tweaked her nipple and dragged his fingers at her sex up at the same time. Warmth and pleasure spiked within her, coiling around her sex and nipple and clouding her mind.

"You…speed…up over time," she huffed as he continued to stroke her. His fingers delved closer to her entrance, tantalizingly close, then they were moving up, almost touching her clit and she almost screamed as they moved away again.

"Y-you nevvv-er teased m-me like this," she stammered and he chuckled evilly.

"This is not a fantasy," he kissed her neck lovingly then drew his lips up to her ear, "this is real." Finally, he touched her clit, his finger barely kissing it but she still gave a small cry. The touch was fleeting and soon his fingers were trailing down to her entrance where they gently pushed and pulled the quivering flesh.

"So-Solas?" She didn't think she can continue with words at this point. Her mind was fogged with pleasure and need and he just moved his fingers again.

"Miriel," he responded before removing his hands from her. She whimpered at the loss but then she is falling back and he is on top of her.

"What?" She asked reflexively. Miriel glanced around to see that Solas had materialized a bed in the middle of the verdant field. Oh, alright, that's fine – OH! His mouth was suddenly on hers, kissing her breath away and any nervousness caused by the sudden shift. She kissed him back with all the passion she felt, cupping his face lovingly.

Solas pulled back and began to strip her, deftly removing her tunic and breast band followed by her breeches and smalls. When she was bare to him, he leaned back, drinking in the sight. His eyes grew soft, trailing a finger down her sternum.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, awestruck. His eyes met hers and he smiled as his eyes said all the sweet things his mouth couldn't. She smiled back, reaching up to caress his cheek.

"As are you," she replied breathlessly. He smiled before his gaze turned wicked. Solas took her hand and brought it to his pelvis where she felt the clear swell of his arousal. Her eyes went wide as he leaned back down to whisper wickedly in her ear.

"Do you feel how hard you make me, vhenan? How much I need you?" Creators he was using her fantasy for her and ah, how she loved him for it. Love? Maybe? She was still unsure but right now she was seriously leaning towards –

"AH!" She cried when he returned his hand to her heat, picking up where he left off last. His fingers danced around her entrance up to her clit where he thrummed for a few seconds before dipping back down. He stoked her flames higher and higher until her head was thrashing from the teasing. Dammit, she needed to – had to – that is-

"Solas, please," she pleaded. He pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling back,

"Ma nuvenin," was all the warning she got before a small zap of electricity ran through her body, originating at her clit and following an erotic pathway all the way up to her tongue that was currently entwined with his. She gasped, her head falling back as her back arched and her toes curled.

"Fuuuuuck!" She moaned, her face turning away from his. He chuckled low, his face remaining close to hers.

"I take it you liked that." Every nerve ending her body felt aflame, tingling with the aftershock after whatever it was he had done.

"Dunno, do it again, and I'll tell you." He chuckled but did as she asked and sent another bolt of erotic energy through her. Her nipples stood on end, and she grew wetter in a great rush as the electricity flooded her.

"Shiiiiit!" She cried this time. It was this borderline pain turned sensual and she reveled in it. Her fingers dug into his skin and this time he moaned. She grinned.

"You like a little pain with your pleasure, huh?" She asked breathlessly.

"It makes the pleasure that much better," he said before playfully nipping at her ear. She let out a small cry and laughed at the slight tickling sensation. That laugh quickly turned into a moan as his hand resumed its previous activity of touching her intimately. This time the lazy circles were gone, replaced with purposeful strokes, stoking her flame hotter and hotter.

Solas's mouth was back at her neck, kissing and sucking. Miriel's hands raked down his back, and he arched into her touch.

"Vhenan," he gasped into her ear. She loved hearing him, wanted to hear more and was rewarded with a low moan when she nibbled his earlobe.

Solas ramped up the speed and pressure of his strokes, intermittently sending smaller bursts of energy through her body via her clit. Soon she was writhing and almost in tears as she hovered precariously on the ledge of her orgasm. She hesitated there, briefly, giving Solas just enough time to meet her eyes as his finger rolled over her clit one more time. She fell with a small almost surprised noise. Solas was not content to let her ride this out, however. He dipped two fingers shallowly in her opening, feeling her spasm. She cried out loudly as she felt him gently pump inside of her to elongate her orgasm. Her pleasure could only go on for so long, and soon she was no more than a puddle of mush in his arms.

He held her gently as her heartbeat returned to normal and her body actually felt solid. Miriel settled against him and looked up at him. A happy, satisfied smile graced his features and she blushed.

"Good dream to you too," she said and he chuckled.

"Yes, it is a rather good dream, isn't it," it was less of a question and more of a statement. She stretched in his arms before resting her head on his chest.

"What about you? You didn't…"

"I wish for tonight to be about you," he answered simply.

"Well, that's hardly fair," she countered jokingly. She looked up at him to see the worry and strangely enough, conflict on his face. Serious, she reached up and touched his face.

"Take all the time you need, there is no need to rush." He took her hand and kissed her fingertips.

"Thank you," he breathed. Miriel hummed in happiness. She looked around once more, suddenly curious about the landscape.

"Solas…where are we?" She asked and he looked up.

"This is what the Western Approach used to look like," he answered.

"No shit," she gaped at the lushness of the land, completely shocked that this is what the nightmarish wasteland the Western Approach used to be.

"It is weird to see it like this…when it's actually kind of nice," she murmured. Solas shrugged and snuggled in closer to her.

"It is beautiful, yes, but still deadly. It was still hot when it looked like this, and water was woefully scarce," he frowned and she gently poked at the edge of his lips.

"Oh now, what's this? Frowning in the best sex dream ever is not allowed," she jokingly chastised. He smiled, the wrinkles by his eyes crinkling adorably.

"Then what is allowed?"

"Kissing!" She proclaimed happily. His smile turned devious before leaning down.

"Ma nuvenin." He kissed her long and languidly and she couldn't help feel that everything in that moment was perfect and that everything was going to be alright.

Finally earning that M rating!

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