AN: Things get NSFW in this chapter so a warning for sexual content ahead

Chapter 5 - Coming Undone

The recovery process took her longer than she had hoped. While Solas's magic had repaired the most severe damage it couldn't return the muscles and ligaments to the strength that they had before. Her training had fallen to Cullen despite protests from both of them. Ellana protested that she could manage on her. Cullen protested that he was not a mage and her training would be better overseen by Solas or Dorian.

"There is nothing wrong with her magical ability, Cullen" Dorian laughed. "It's physical training that she needs. Wouldn't you agree Solas?" The thought of her doing anything physical with that man, made Solas's skin crawl.

"I have no opinion either way," He got up from his seat "Dorian, Commander" He turned to leave stopping at Ellana's side "Inquisitor," he left the room. He had barely spoken to her since that night on the mountain, despite her numerous attempts.

"Then have Cassandra train her," Cullen protested.

"Is it not your job as commander? To train the troops or whatever it is that you do around here?" Dorian dismissed him. "Have fun Inquisitor," He winked, patting her on the back before leaving the two of them.

"I am sorry Cullen, I appreciate that me being a mage makes you uncomfortable," Ellana apologised. It was nothing to do with her being a mage that made him hesitant. Ever since that day she fell into his arms in the mountains his feelings for her changed completely.

"We will start tomorrow, first thing in the morning. I don't tolerate tardiness from my soldiers so I won't tolerate from you either Inquisitor."

Ellana lay on the bed in her quarters. She had been like this for the past few hours, waiting for a sleep that wasn't going to come. Every time she closed her eyes her dreams would wander back to that night with Solas. She kept wondering what would have happened if she had kissed him then. Since then he has stopped teaching her about the fade. He would barely look at her let alone be in the same room as her. What probably hurt her the most is that she was no longer Lethallan, but instead Inquisitor. Ellana sighed as she stood up from the bed and got dressed. She walked the grounds of Skyhold. They had been here several months now and the works to restore it had already started. Large sections of the walls were encased in wooden support beams as construction continued. Ellana found herself at the training ground. Cullen was already there. She struggled to recognise him at first, she was so used to seeing him with his armour and furs. He wore dark leather breeches and a loose-fitting linen top, that exposed his chest. She watched him for a moment not wanting to disturb him before she caught his attention.

"Ah Inquisitor, I know I said first thing in the morning but this is a tad too early" He grabbed a rag that hung over the arm of the training dummy and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I was having trouble sleeping so I took a walk and here I am." She smiled. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

"It seemed that sleep escaped me as well," He smiled back. "Well as I am here and you are here, should we start?" Ellana nodded. "Good, we will start with your posture. Mages normally fight from a distance, in close quarters you need to know how to stand your ground." He grabbed the wooden sword that he had been using and passed it to her. "Stand with your legs slightly apart, both hands on your sword, and your back slightly arched." He demonstrated to her what he meant, she copied. He looked at her and shook his head. "No," He walked behind her, his hands hovered over her body before he placed his hand on her hips moving them to the position he meant. He gulped pressing himself into her, feeling her back against his chest. He could feel the heat of her skin on him through the fabric. He moved her back and arms to where they should be before retreating away from her. "Much better. From that position, you will have enough footing to deal a blow as well as take one,"

A few hours had passed, Cullen had taught her all of the basic stances for each attack as well as stances for defence.

"Well I think that you are ready, try and hit me,"

"Don't you need a weapon or a shield?"

"I think I will be ok,"

"As you wish," She charged toward him, the wooden sword above her head as she slashed down towards the commander. Cullen stepped to the side dodging the Inquisitors' attack, Ellana tripping due to putting too much weight into the swing. Seeing she was about to fall he reached out his arm to catch her wrapping it around her waist holding her a few inches from the ground. She couldn't help but laugh.

"You know if it wasn't for this stupid bit of wood I would have hit you," She looked up beaming. Cullen said nothing; he was caught by the gravity of her grin.

Maker, she's lovely, he thought to himself. The words that she whispered to him that day came back to him, though he didn't know the full meaning behind them. However, the emotion burned through. She fell only a few inches to the snow under her as he let go of her. "That is enough for today. I will resume in two days." He walked away from her leaving her laying on the ground. Ellana was confused wondering if she had done something wrong.

Solas had been pacing his room for most of the night, trying to chase away the images of her in the arms of the Commander. He didn't notice that she had entered.

"Solas?" She spoke softly. He turned towards the voice seeing Ellana standing in the doorway, slowly shutting the door behind her. She was a vision, her hair tied back in a braid that hung down her back. A loose shirt hung off her breasts, tight leather leggings hugging her gorgeous legs in all of the right places. He could see dirt on her face but that did nothing to distract from her. "Can we talk?"

"Yes. But not here, I will take you somewhere else. Close your eyes." She did as he told her closing her eyes tightly. When she opened them they were in Haven.

"Why here?"

"Haven is familiar, it will always be significant to you." He walked towards the Chantry building. She ran after him to catch up with him. The winding down steps to the cell that she was held in the back when all of this started. He looked down to the stone floor. "I sat with you while you slept, studying the Anchor,"

"I am grateful that you were watching over me,"

"You were a mystery" He turned to look at her, "You still are" There was something about the tone of his voice that made her smile. "I ran every test I could think of, I searched the Fade and I found nothing. Cassandra suspected duplicity, she even threatened to have me executed if I didn't produce results,"

"That sounds like Cassandra,"

"True" Solas laughed and walked outside Ellana following behind him. "You weren't supposed to wake up. How could you, you were physically sucked into the Fade?" He stopped again. "I was frustrated, frightened. The spirits that might have helped were driven away by the Breach. Although I wanted to help I had no faith in Cassandra and she had no faith in me. I was ready to run" He turned looking up towards the Breach "I told myself: one more attempt to seal the rifts. But I failed. No ordinary magic could do anything to affect them and you," He looked back at Ellana "Sealed it with a gesture and right then. I felt the whole world change." He lingered on her, she blushed. She walked closer to him, half expecting him to move away but he didn't. "You change everything," He whispered. She looked at his lips before kissing him. After being taken off guard by her, his body stiffens and he stops backing away.

"Solas, I'm sor.." He grabbed her arm pulling her back into him kissing her deeply, his arms embracing her. Taking every ounce of resistance he pulls away, encircling her in his arms. He placed his forehead on her, both of them breathless.

"This isn't right, not even here."

"This isn't real," Her voice was sad "Is it?" He looked down at her, cradling her in his arms. He pulled away. Ellana woke in her bedroom. Alone.

Months had passed since. Solas had reverted to his cold indifference leaving Ellana frustrated with her feelings for him. She sat at the table pouting into her cup of wine.

"That pout does nothing for your lovely features my dear" Dorian pulled up a chair and joined her. He lifted up her chin with his finger, she pulled away taking a mouthful of wine. "Tell me what's up? Is Cullen being too strict on you? Or is it he isn't being strict enough?" The man nudged her. She laughed, nearly spitting her wine over him. "What, I wouldn't blame you, he is rather lovely to look at,"

"Cullen is the pillar of purity and he is a very fine gentleman, unlike you,"

"Your words wound me, good lady" he chuckled looking at her. "Really though, what is wrong, love?"

"It's nothing," She sighed watching the liquid in it move as she swirled it in the cup.

"You're lying, I can read you like a book,"

"Ugh!" She gently lowered her head to the table. "There is someone that I have feelings for,"

"Oh, so this is about Solas?"

"What? Why? I don't know what you mean?" Ellana stumbled, blushing. Dorian laughed placing his hand on her shoulder.

"I have seen the way you look at him, it is plainly obvious how you feel about him," he paused. "Then again, I have seen the way that he looks at you when he thinks no one else is watching, it is enough to make even me blush,"

"What do you mean?" She looks at the man, putting her cup on the table.

"I can assure you, my dear, the way he looks at you. He looks just about ready to tear your clothes off." Ellana looked at him, standing up. "Wait, where are you off to?" She didn't reply. "Ellana?" He called after her as she left the tavern.

Solas was bent over this desk. Candlelight danced on the walls as he studied various ancient texts and tomes. He heard the door swing open. He didn't look to see who had entered, he knew it was her.

"Inquisitor, can this wait? I am busy."

"No," She stood her ground. "I can not wait." She yanked around to look at her. Ellana kissed him, he could taste sweet wine on her lips. He pulled her away from him, slamming his hand on the table. The sounds echoed around the stone-walled room. He was trying and failing to maintain control, and she was not helping. Her soft touches. Her smile. His desire for her burned like the sun.

"I don't understand. You're the one that told me I meant something to you that night after that attack on Haven. You kissed me in the Fade." Ellana shouted at him. The expression on her face was angry and confused. He turned away from her, trying to calm himself. Grabbing his shoulder she forced him to look at her. "Don't turn away from me! I am sick of you dismissing me!" His eyes met hers, the fire burning in the blues of her eyes. He wanted her so badly it hurt. "What do you want from me Solas? Do you get some sort of sick enjoyment out of toying with my feelings?" He grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. Ellana gasped as she felt her back hitting the cold surface. She could feel him squeeze her arms tighter. Creators, he was so close.

"Do you not see what you do to me? Your innocent, sweet touches. The way that you look at me. I have tried to stop myself from pursuing this but you are making it impossible." His hand ran his hand up her arm resting on her neck. His other hand in cupping her breast, his thumb lazily dragging over her nipple through the fabric. He could feel her heart beating against her chest. Her body trembled at his touch. Ellana bit her lip, the heat of him melting her like wax. He grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. He leaned into her, his breath touching her lips. "I want to tear you apart. Devour every part of you. I want to find every place that makes you moan. I want you to scream my name so loud that the whole of Skyhold knows that you are mine."

"Then do it" Her voice was sultry. She could feel her heart pounding so hard it could burst through her ribcage. He shook his head and let go of her pulling the last of his restraint together. Slamming his hand on the wall behind her.

"Don't," He rested his forehead on hers closing his eyes. His skin was hot and his breathing was heavy. "I am warning you, Ellana. You don't want this." He didn't have the strength to look at her.

"Sathan..." She pleaded breathlessly, her body was aching for him. Whatever self-restraint he had left crumbled. His lips feel about hers. His kiss was not gentle, it was hungry. Urgent. All his pent up passion exploded at once. Ellana moaned arching her back from the wall into him. He placed his hand on the small of her back dragging his fingers up her spine, feeling her shiver. The other moved under her lifting her up. She responded by wrapping her elegant legs around his waist his growing hardness pressing against her. He spun them around, carrying her to the desk before laying her flat on the wood. Pulling away from her, so he could drink her.

He grabbed the fabric of her shirt with both hands, ripping it open. He grinned licking his lips as her breasts bounced free. He kissed her, starting at her forehead, then her earlobe, then her neck biting her soft flesh softly. She moaned and squirmed under him. Her reaction spurred him on. "Jutuan ma ir rosas'da'din, ma tel'aman melin." He hummed before dragging his tongue over one breast. His other hand remained on her shoulder, holding her still. He licked in lazy circles feeling her nipple growing harder before biting at the sensitive skin. Ellana squirmed arching her back, moaning loudly.

"Sathan.." She whimpered again, feeling growing wetness in her legs. Solas grinned.

"Hush" He growled as he moved away from her chest dragging his tongue down her body, past her navel to the top of her breaches. He could feel her body shudder with the movement he made. His fingers worked the lacing of them pulling them off her exposing her naked legs. "Look how wet you are," He teased pressing a finger to her core, watching in amusement as she looked at him blushing. He teased her enjoying the sight of coming undoing. He pushed a finger inside her, feeling the heat of her juices coating his digit, removed it before licking her from his finger. "Mar rodhe ir'on". She watched as he knelt before her legs, placing her thighs on his shoulder as he descended on her. Slowly at first. Long, slow deliberate licks on her clit. She covered her mouth as she moan biting on the back of her hand, the hand resting on his head. His tongue lapped at her faster, she cried out arching her back in the air. She was so close it hurt. Solas sensed this speed up feeling every muscle that she had tense screaming his name as she came. Ellana's body fell limp as she lay panting, he smiled as he lead over her, resting his torso between her legs, his finger tracing a circle on the flesh of her stomach. "Tell me what you want Ellana?"

"I want you Solas, please!" She pleaded.

"And you have me fenor," He mused, letting it drag across her sex slowly, feeling her twitch as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Aman na'mis.." She moaned breathlessly, smiled, and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

"Good girl," He pulled himself free of his leggings removing his skirt, placing himself at her entrance. She could feel how hard he was as he pushed himself inside of filling her completely, her nails dug into the wood under her as she tense her body. He growled resisting the urge to take her hard and fast. He kissed her sweetly on the moved his hips, thrusting into her slowly making sure that she felt every inch of him. Solas kept this torturous pace up for a few minutes until he felt legs wrap around him pushing him inside of her deeper.

"Pala em elvar'el!" She cried, he obliged quickening his pace. Her nails dug into his skin as he ploughed into her deeper and deeper until she couldn't bear it.

"Jupalan ma sule tel mar sule'din." He growled in her ear feeling her tense around him.

"Solas!" She screamed as she came on his cock, he bit into her neck as he fucked her harder hearing her mews and moans. He was so close but he didn't want this to end. "Rosa'da'din in'em" She moaned it was enough to tip in over the edge. He cried plunging himself deep inside her one last time before spilling his seed inside of her. He rested his head on her chest catching, she could feel the cold of his necklace on her skin as he caught his breath. He took her into his arms and laid her on the furs in the centre of the room.

He wrapped her naked body in his arms, kissing her head, taking a deep breath of her scent. There were no words spoken between the two of them as they both lay naked on the floor. Each of them was scared the speaking would shatter the moment.

"Ellana, it wasn't fair the way I treated you. I was trying to act in your best interest, I didn't see how it was hurting you." Solas spoke first. Ellana didn't look at him as he spoke, she was playing with the jawbone around his neck. He was thankful for it as he would have seen tears well in his eyes. "I cannot promise that this won't lead to heartache."

"Solas, I don't care what happens in the future or what hurt this may bring me, I just want to be yours. Ara vhen'an." She looked up at him placing her hand on his cheek-kissing him softly.

"Ara sal'shiral Ellana." He whispered burying his face in her red hair.

Translation:

Sthan.. - Please..

Jutuan ma ir rosas'da'din, ma tel'aman melin. - I will make you cum until you forget your name.

Mar rodhe ir'on - You taste delicious

fenor - Beloved

Aman na'mis - Fuck me

Pala em elvar'el - Fuck me harder

Jupalan ma sule tel mar sule'din - I will fuck you until you pass out

Rosa'da'din in'em - Cum inside me

Ara vhen'an. - Where you are, that is my home

Ara sal'shira - You are my soul's journey