NSFW ahead. First time ever with this kind of scenes, so I would love to hear your thought about it!

I plucked up my courage and gently rapped my knuckles on the door in front of me. I felt more than a little ridiculous by the fact that, after having stopped the assassination of the empress, intervened in the peace for Orlais and won over the Orlesian nobility, I felt nervous about something as simple as knocking on a door. I could see the light escaping from under the door, so I hoped he was still awake. I waited a few seconds. Solas opened the door and looked slightly surprised.

"Solas" I said without moving.

"Inquisitor." He answered me cordially. "Is something wrong?"

"It's something very silly, but I need your help. May I come in?"

I could see him subtly glance both ways down the hallway, watching for anyone who might see the Inquisitor entering a room that wasn't hers late at night. He nodded silently.

I entered the room he had been assigned. It was relatively similar to mine, as I thought it would be for all guests of the Inquisition. Spacious, luxurious and comfortable. The fire warmed the room gently and different lamps on the walls dimly lit the room. On the wide bed that occupied the centre of the room were some scrolls and documents. I smiled a little, seeing that even in such a place Solas wasted no time.

"How can I help you, Inquisitor?" Solas asked. He stood more than 3 steps away from me, regally standing, arms resting behind his back. I could tell how he sensed the danger of us being alone in his room. If it made him uncomfortable, he wouldn't let me see it.

I turned my back to him as I pushed my hair to one side. I had taken part of my hairdo apart to remove the halla mask I'd worn at the dance, but there were still braids and curls in my hair.

"I told you it was ridiculous. I am not able to untie the corset. They assigned me a maid, but it's too late to bother her. I can't sleep in this, and Josie would be capable of murder if I did the slightest damage to any of these garments. Your room was closer, so I wanted to know if you could help me." I said the words nonchantanly, like if I had come to borrow a book, not even slightly embarrassed. I needed to hold myself together. Everything I had said was true, but the invitation was not innocent. I thought I saw a slight surprise in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

"Inquisitor, I'm not sure that..."

"Yes, you're right. Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. Down the stairs I believe is Josie's room. Or Cullen's, I don't really remember. I'll go see if he's awake, he told me once he was really good with ropes and knots..." I replied quickly and turned towards the door. Solas stopped me with one hand and quickly positioned himself behind me.

"There is no need to wake the Lady Ambassador or the commander. Besides, some servant might see you. That sort of rumour could affect all of the Inquisition's newly gained approval." He said quietly, as he began to slowly unknot the intricate knots of the corset.

"Yes, you're right." I replied, not giving it much thought. I smiled to myself. I didn't think a little lure would be so effective. We stood in silence while his deft fingers worked the knots. His work was so delicate that his fingers didn't even graze my skin through the lace. The thought that the thin fabric was the only thing separating his hands from my skin made me anxious.

"And how did you finally get rid of those young women? They seemed most enthusiastic talking to you." I asked after a while.

"Oh, I told them a couple of nonsense stories, and after a while they got bored. Like I said earlier they found some candidate more worthy of their attention than the exotic elven apostate of the Inquisition." My voice seemed to take him by surprise. Apparently all his concentration was on the knots in my corset.

"Oh," I said, not quite knowing what to say. "You looked quite comfortable among the guests. Pretty good for an apostate hermit." I commented.

"One could say the same of you, Inquisitor. The grace and talent with which you moved tonight far exceeded any expectations one might have of a young Dalishan huntress." Solas replied. "I don't think there were many nobles who were not impressed with your elegance and beauty."

I bit my lip in silence. His words made me feel a pleasant sensation in my lower stomach. I could feel him approaching the nether knots and I didn't want this delicious closeness to end.

"Solas." I gathered some courage again. "I know you don't enjoy Dalish legends much, but have you heard the legend about Andruil and Fen'harel?"

I noticed how his hands paused for a moment.

"I seem to have heard it once, but I don't remember the details." He said, in a low voice. I remained silent, gauging his reaction. After a few moments, he seemed to take the bait. "If you want, you could enlighten me." He muttered.

"Well, that's how they told it in my clan. I know that some clans change some of the details, to fit more closely with their own traditions." I began, "But legend has it that Fen'Harel had been captured by Andruil, who had discovered him hunting hallas without her blessing. As punishment, Andruil tied him to a tree, and condemned him to serve her in her bed for a year and a day." I said as they played with the braids in my hair.

"However, if I remember correctly, in the night while Andruil was camping, Anaris, the ancient and dark god, appeared. He demanded that Andruil hand Fen'harel over to him, for this Anaris had sworn to kill him for his crimes against the Forgotten Ones."

"Thus, Andruil and Anaris had to face each other, to decide who would bring down his punishment on Fen'harel. In the end, thanks to his wit, Fen'harel was able to escape both Anaris and Andruil, without serving either of their sentences." Solas interjected. "The Dread Wolf did not serve a single day in Andruil's bed." I could feel his hands had stopped, but I stayed where I was.

"Apparently you remembered the legend." I commented as a smile escaped me.

"It's done, Inquisitor." He said softly.

Finally, I turned to face him face to face, only a step away. Solas had left much of his costume behind, only his black shirt and trousers remained. I still had the lace blouse and shorts. I had left my boots in my room and had come in barefoot. The corset still hung loose on my chest. However, I couldn't help but feel that we were much more exposed than in other conversations.

As I looked into his grey eyes, through my mind I replayed our encounter in the Fade, and tried to repeat in my mind the words I had said to him afterwards.

"Take all the time you need" I had said many months ago, perhaps without considering what it would be like to wait. I could see that many thoughts were also passing in his gaze that did not reach his lips. The tension, the slight shock in the distance that separated us felt heavier and heavier.

"Inquisitor, perhaps it would be better if..." Solas began to say.

"You had called me Inquisitor all night." I interrupted him. "When is just the two of us, you always call me Da'len. Why not now?"

My question seemed to take him by surprise, and his will, which seemed so steely to me a second ago, seemed to pale. With a slight smile, he reached his hand towards my face and cradled my cheek. I closed my eyes as I felt such an intimate touch. We hadn't touched each other so closely since the night I learned of my clan's affair. We had barely spoken after our discussion. And all of that felt like an eternity to my body.

"I suppose after seeing you tonight, it's odd to think of you only as da'len again. I already knew you were powerful, majestic in more ways than one. But to see the way you've carried yourself tonight, considering recent events..." He seemed distracted for a moment. "It's hard to keep thinking of you as a little girl."

I felt a small flame of hope ignite inside me. My heart began to beat a little faster.

"It is odd for me too to keep thinking of you only as hahren." My voice came out practically as a whisper. My eyes wandered between his eyes and his lips, I found it hard to concentrate, and at the same time, I couldn't move or look away.

The silence lasted until I couldn't stand it anymore. I moved towards his lips, but the same hand that cradled my face stopped me. I bit my lower lip, trying to contain my emotions.

"Inquisitor, please, I don't think that's best..." He began to say softly.

"What's best... and what do you think is best Solas?" I snapped back. "Do you think you know what's best for me? That's mine to decide." I knew I was being ridiculous, but his rejection hurt me just like his rejection at the Fade months before. "If you really don't care about me that way, just say so. But don't hide behind the excuse that you know what I need better than I do."

"Inquisitor, I'm sorry, but..." He tried to explain himself again.

"Don't apologise to me." I cut him off immediately. "You don't have to apologise for not being attracted to me. The one who should be saying sorry is me, for not being able to realise that you can't stop looking at me like I'm a girl." I walked away from his side, embarrassed. I didn't want to drag this humiliation out any longer. But Solas stopped me. He grabbed my wrist, and I tried to wiggle free of his grip until I ended up leaning against the nearby wall. I could see their expressions broached with sadness.

"Da'len, how could you say something like that? how could you think that I could not be attracted to you? how could anyone not want to be near you, to listen to you, to enjoy your wit, your thoughts, your proposals?" Solas asked, as he moved back closer to me. His hand was still holding my wrist, and the other was back on my cheek. His touch, his closeness, his words intoxicated me. It was a gentle, sweet torture.

"In a matter of months, you have the whole of Thedas at your feet." His hand moved from my wrist to my hand. He brought it to his mouth, to intersperse soft kisses on my knuckles with his words.

"The nobles of this party think they know you now. But they have seen nothing. They have not seen your kindness for the weak, your understanding of the world, your sense of justice, your determination in the face of adversity. They have only seen the charms of your body, and that was enough to enrapture them. They cannot comprehend the beauty of your soul." Her words spoken against my skin were too much. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest. The tension in my belly grew heavier by the second.

"Solas, don't talk to me like that. Don't look at me like that, I'm not made of steel." I said, lowering my eyes, no longer able to bear his gaze."Don't go on like this if you aren't ready to act upon it…

I couldn't finish what I was trying to say. Solas dropped me as he kissed me. At first it was a quick, chaste kiss. As if I couldn't bear to hear a single word more of what he was saying. But he immediately pulled away again. His arms stretched between our bodies, his breathing quick and steady,

"Inquisitor, I really think it would be better if..." He said again.

"No." I interrupted him firmly, as I took his face in my hands. I had had enough of his games. I stared into his eyes, only inches away. I could feel my cheeks warm, and his eyes looked dark with desire.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you really don't want this. Tell me and I promise I'll walk out of this room and never bother you with this again. But make it because you don't want this, for some ridiculous excuse that you're not even capable of saying." I fell silent, afraid of what he was going to say. "If it has to be just tonight, that's fine. Just know that right now, I need you."

Solas was silent and I held my breath, tense, waiting for his words. Just as I was about to let go, to leave and never return to his room, he kissed me.

But this kiss had nothing to do with the previous ones. Even our kiss in the Fade paled before this one.

His hands went straight to my waist, to squeeze it tightly. I could feel the hardness of his hands through the lace, his fingers running down my ribs, my waist, my back. My hands left his face and ran down his chest. Suddenly his black shirt seemed like a bother I couldn't wait to get rid of. I restrained myself, though, not wanting to push Solas any harder than I already had.

But Solas apparently had other plans. His kiss grew more and more eager in my mouth. He bit my lips to enter my mouth and took full control. When I was almost out of breath, he broke the kiss, but continued down my cheeks, my chin, and my neck.

I let out a loud sigh as his hands left my waist and went straight down my hips, ass and thighs. He lifted me up, propping me against the wall as my legs hooked around his hips.

Something as simple as feeling his erection against my sex set me on fire. I felt wanted, and all my insecurities about my attractiveness seemed ridiculous as I felt him leave a trail of wet kisses down my neck. And if he had any doubt of my desire, the wetness between my legs must have made it clear to him. With bated breath, I pulled my hands from his chest and pulled his face from my neck, kissing him again, biting his lips, tasting his mouth. I felt his hands and mouth ravenous for me, and I didn't know if I could take much more either.

After several minutes, after a series of kisses that seemed endless, I broke away from his lips. I took his hand and guided him to his bed. With a gesture, I generated a breeze that blew the books and scrolls that were on his bed. Well, I hoped it was nothing important.

Reaching the edge of his bed, I made him sit up and lay his back on the fine silks. I straddled him, feeling the heat and hardness of his member. I brought my hands to the first button of his shirt, close to his face. I looked into his eyes, silently asking permission. A slight nod was all I received. Slowly, I began to unbutton each button of his shirt. On another occasion, the slowness would have been part of the fun, but I was actually a little afraid. I was afraid that at any moment Solas would change his mind, and ask me to leave. I didn't know if I could take it.

When I was done with the last button, I opened the shirt to appreciate his chest. Unlike most of the elves I had met, Solas was not considerably thin. The muscles of his abdomen and chest were smoothly marked. There were several scars, of varying sizes and colours, that gave the appearance of having closed long ago. I began to lick his chest with my lips, taking special care with each of his scars.

While it was desire that had driven me to knock on Solas' door that night, it was not the only thing I felt for him. I tried to communicate through those kisses and caresses what I was not yet able to say with words. I saw him squint in pleasure as my lips roamed his chest. I heard him murmur my name and other words in Elvish.

"Dirthda... Da'len... Vhenan..."

When it seemed that his erection couldn't get any bigger under my body, Solas decided to stop me. He rolled my body so that he was on top of me. With one hand, he undid the golden corset that still hung pitifully on my chest and began to unbutton the lace blouse. I held my breath as he did so, and when he reached the end, I helped him slide the thin garment down my arms to remove it completely. Taking advantage of the movement, I also took the opportunity to remove my shorts and the lingerie I had, leaving me naked in front of him.

Other men (and women) had seen my body in the past. I felt quite confident about it myself. While my breasts were small, they matched my small waist and slightly wider hips perfectly. While I was far from human terms, for an elf, I was what you might call "curvy" in a small, delicate way… I knew my body was attractive.

But the look in Solas' eyes made me feel much more than that. His grey eyes, dark with desire, seemed to want to devour me, to watch every detail. His hands roamed my breasts, my nipples, my waist, my abdomen gently and carefully, almost adoringly. He paused to kiss me again until I was breathless again. When he broke the kiss, he looked into my eyes.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered close to my lips, as he began to move his lips down my chest. His mouth reached my nipples and began to play with them with his lips, teeth and mouth, while my hands firmly gripped my hips, which couldn't stop moving as I searched for a little more friction, something to ease the unbearable desire between my legs. His mouth continued its delicious torture until I was gasping for breath again.

I reached for his erection and felt it hard and hot through the fabric. With one hand, I undid the button and began to slide the garment down his legs, while with the other I cupped his member, massaging up and down.

"Vhenan, if you continue..." Solas said with a husky voice.

"I know." I replied knowing what he meant. "I want it, now, please." I couldn't stop myself anymore, I couldn't control my desire or my words.

"Are you sure, do you feel ready?" he said as he let out a sigh, watching my hand move up and down his cock. It took me a second to understand what he was referring to "ready". With my free hand, I took one of his hands and brought it towards my sex. I brought one of his fingers to my entrance, sliding deliciously inside me. I closed my eyes in pleasure and let out a small moan, as his middle finger entered my pussy effortlessly, making a lewd sound.

"Yes, Solas, I'm ready." I replied between moans.

Solas got up and stood in front of me. I lay there on the bed, as I spread my legs for him. I felt his wet tip positioned close to my entrance, but still running his member up and down my sex, as he gently played with my clit. He sighted while he watched his cock get all wet by my juices.

"Solas, please." I said pitifully, between the moans his actions provoked in me. "No more games. I need it."

"Please what?" he asked me, his voice husky again. "Vhenan, what do you need?" The fact that he was making me ask him for it only added more desperation. He started rubbing my clit a little faster, while gently pressing the tip of his cock at my entrance. I could only moan in response.

"Tell me Vhenan, what do you need?" He asked again, speeding his thumb over my clit a little faster.

"Oh, may the Dread Wolf take you. You, Solas, please. You inside me, please." I moaned between ragged sighs.

And so, finally, he slid his cock inside me. It was soft and slow at first, giving me time to adjust to his full length inside me. It felt delicious, hot, and so so fulfilling. I felt him slowly, delivery stretching my inner walls, pushing in and out until his entire dick was inside me.

I remembered all those nights that I, alone in my room, had longed for this moment. Slowly, I began to move my hips, and the movement was even better. Solas managed the rhythm steadily, never letting go of my clit between his fingers. His other hand reached down to my nipples.

It was too much for me. So much time wanting him, all the stimulation, the depth of his member inside me. My moans filled the room, along with the sound of our bodies colliding.

"Solas, you don't know how badly I wanted this." I confessed while he kept filling me deeply, slowly. "Please don't stop."

"Vhenan, there is no force in this world or the next that can make me stop now." He murmured moving closer to my ear, to bite my lobe gently. I let out a high-pitched cry.

I felt on the verge of orgasm, but I didn't want this to be done. I grabbed his shoulders and turned our bodies. I left him sitting on the bed, while I straddled him. A growl from the back of his throat sounded as I settled his cock back into my entrance.

With his eyes locked on mine and our lips barely parted, I slid his cock torturously slow inside me. His eyes were black and his breath escaped in gasps through his mouth.

"How does that feel, habren?" I whispered in his ear before leaving a trail of kisses and tongue down his neck and jaw.

"Vhenan. Sulahn boranehn" He murmured in Elvish. I didn't know what it meant, but the huskiness of his voice told me he was close too. I increased the speed at which my hips rose and fell. Sensing my change of pace, Solas grabbed my hair and pulled on it, pulling my head back and leaving my neck and chest exposed for him. His mouth devoured my neck and moved down to my nipples. His tongue and teeth brought me back to the edge. Solas increased the speed of his thrusts and my legs began to tremble. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Garas." He said with his mouth still devouring my breasts. And with the last few thrusts, I came while he was still inside me. The most delicious shudder washed over my body and I felt myself faint. Solas continued with a couple of thrusts, lengthening my orgasm, then pulled out gently and ejaculated on one of the abandoned garments on the floor.

Sighing, I cowered under the bed covers. After cleaning himself up, I felt Solas lie down next to me. In the back of my mind I knew we had to talk, but at that moment I decided to embrace that feeling of fullness, and I fell asleep with Solas next to me, hugging my waist.