Chapter 17: The Bonding Ceremony
A great crowd buzzed in the valley below the Grand Arch. The scent of spiced nuts permeated the air. The music began to play, softly building as Solas rose to his feet and took his place. When the drums began to pound he parted the tent entrance and blinked as the sun blinded him. He took a few steps and there she was, emerging from the tent opposite. The sunlight kissed her hair, making it shimmer as the breeze played with the strands. Decorative flowers added a touch of whimsy to her crown braid. The flowing silk that clung to her skin and the shining armored bodice suited her perfectly. She was positively radiant. Beautiful, noble, gentle, and strong. But her smile was what warmed his heart the most. That smile she wore just for him. He could not help but return it as he walked towards her.
The armor suited him well, she thought, smiling to herself as she walked towards him. Her heart pounded in her chest and a smile came to her lips as she admired him. He did look rather dashing in his finery. The sculpted metal pieces formed well to his body and the wolf's head pauldrons were a finely crafted accessory to the ensemble. The wolf fur cape was perhaps a bit on the nose, but she supposed the ceremony of a god's bonding was precisely the location for some drama and flair. But above all, that private smile of his left her utterly enchanted.
When he reached her, he dipped into a bow and extended his hand. She accepted it, bowing in turn.
Hand in hand, the two walked up the hillside together.
"I am glad you decided to come out of the tent. I saw Varric go in earlier and feared the worst," Solas said quietly as they began their ascent.
"Oh, yes. We had a little chat. Though if truth be told, I'm just as surprised to be here as you. My father tried to kidnap me on my way over."
Solas raised an eyebrow in alarm. "You are unhurt?"
"Yes, I am fine. Though my father is perhaps a little worse for wear. But that will have to wait until tomorrow. The Sentinels are guarding him in one of the holding cells. Not really how I thought my sendoff would go, but here we are," she sighed, amused by the irony of it all.
"I am sorry it has happened this way. Unfortunately, it seems we had similar complications. I was approached by the new keeper for Clan Lavellan. A man named 'Ferran.' He seemed most… disagreeable at the idea of our union. But I am hopeful that he will not interfere with the ceremony, even if he does not approve of it." Solas noticed the color in her cheeks drain away at the mention of the keeper's name. "What is it?"
"Nothing. I'm just beginning to put the pieces together surrounding that arranged bonding agreement fiasco." She sighed and squeezed his hand. "At least we made it this far. I swear, it seems that every time I have to dress up, there's some crisis or another. It's like being back at the Winter Palace all over again."
Solas smiled, remembering the night fondly. "At least we will have the dancing to look forward to."
"Have you ever seen Dalish dancing? It's not quite the same as the way the humans at court do it. It's much more… spirited," she said, flashing him a minxy grin.
"I'll do my best to keep up," he replied, returning her smile.
"Good. I look forward to dancing with you in a more public setting."
"And I look forward to disappearing with you to a more private one," he said in a low voice, glancing over her body. Perhaps it was the armored bodice pushing up her breasts, or the silk hugging her waist in the breeze, or the combination of accessories and dress, but he couldn't help but feel like the whole ensemble accentuated all her natural beauty.
She chuckled and squeezed his hand again. "Let's just focus on one step at a time. I'm trying my best not to trip."
"You may always lean on me for support," he said as they neared the crest of the hill where Alarion stood beneath the Grand Arch. The crowd below fell silent and even the gentle rustle of leaves died down as they took their places across from one another.
Heart hammering in her chest, she didn't even hear the elven words Alarion began to recite to bless their union. He pulled a ribbon from his pocket and carefully wrapped it piece by piece around their entwined hands in an intricate knot, pausing with each verse. But then she looked into Solas's eyes and he held her steady like an anchor in a stormy sea. Nothing else mattered but him. His smile and the warmth of his hands in hers was her sanctuary.
"...And so will your lives be bound together. Woven into this knot, imbued in the very fibers, are all the hopes and dreams of your ancestors, your family, your friends, and eachother as the two of you embark on your new life together. With the arrangement of this knot, I tie all the desires, dreams, love, and wishes here in this place to your lives as long as love shall last. In the joining of hands and the tying of this knot, so too are your lives now bound to one another. Let the binding of this ribbon signify the bond between these two souls. That their spirits might know one another and be as one. May the joining of these two people continue the legacy of the People; to grant them fertility and joy in building their family; to grant comfort in times of hardship; and to grant strength and protection when it is needed. Let their love echo in the skies and below the earth, across the wind and deep into the seas. Let nothing drive them apart. May this union be blessed by all that gather here before us to celebrate this moment. May the power you both possess support one another and bring goodness and light to the world. You are now two entwined in love, bound by commitment and fear, sadness and joy, hardship and victory, anger and reconciliation, all of which brings strength to this union. Hold tight to one another through the winds of change and trust in the resiliency of your bond. I now pronounce you bonded as one," Alarion finished, gesturing with a final flourish as the ribbon glowed a brilliant gold and knotted itself together.
Solas's heart melted at the warmth of her smile. Her whole face lit up as the spell was cast.
Alarion turned to him first. "What promises do you make to this woman?"
It was difficult to resist lifting his hand to stroke her cheek as he gazed down into her eyes. "I promise to do everything in my power to protect this woman and keep her safe until the end of my days. I promise to help her people and respect the cultural heritage of the Dalish. I promise to listen to her in all matters and heed her wisdom. I promise to love and cherish her. I will always believe in her, for she has shown me through hope and understanding what is possible. I will keep her at my side as we walk through this life together. And I will keep her in my heart forevermore." He fought the urge to bend down and kiss her there and then. Her smile illuminated her whole face in infectious joy.
Alarion turned to her next. "And what promises do you make to this man?"
Biting her lip, she drew in a steadying breath, but when she looked into his eyes, she found she did not need it to calm her nerves. He was all that she wanted. This was the person she loved most. "I promise to have faith in him and trust his heart, no matter what may come. I know we will weather all trials ahead together, as we have fought at each other's side in countless battles before. I swear to be his support when he needs me and his comfort in hard times. I promise to build a future with him and trust that together we can achieve the impossible. I will always believe that our love will persevere and conquer all that stands against us. From this day, until my last day, my heart shall belong to him." A weight lifted from her shoulders and breath filled her lungs like a bird opening its wings to soar. After all this time, all that they had faced, it was finally happening. All that was left was the kiss. And then they were free to celebrate, feast, and dance the rest of the day away.
Alarion struck the ground with his staff and the ribbon tightened around their wrists. "You may now seal this bond."
Stepping closer, Solas lifted his hand to cup her cheek. She smiled up at him from under her lashes and tilted her chin, beckoning him with those soft, delicate lips. Leaning down, he shut his eyes and parted his lips as he drew her close to kiss her and seal their bond.
And she shoved him away from her, hard.
He stumbled back a step and his eyes flew open as a thud sounded by his ear. An arrow was embedded in her wooden hand and when their eyes met she was just as alarmed as he was. Instantly, Solas cast a protective shield barrier around them as cries went out from below. Several people screamed and panic began to take hold of the crowd of onlookers. Solas stepped in front of his beloved, shielding her should a second attack prove successful. Behind him, Lavellan urged Alarion to crouch down out of sight as she wrenched the arrow from her hand, cursing under her breath. "Where did the arrow come from?" Solas demanded, scanning the crowd and nearby trees.
She pointed to a shadow patch in the trees to the south. "There!"
Solas followed her finger and saw a figure leaping back into the forest's depths.
"Damn it all, he's getting away," she growled.
"Not for long," Solas said, raising his hand into the sky. Dark clouds appeared in the skies above them and a crackle of energy filled the air. A single bolt of violet lightning struck down through the trees. Solas moved forward to see if the attacker had been struck, but Lavellan gripped his arm and held him back.
"No. There's already panic down there. And look," she pointed at the base of the trees where Leliana's red hair and the shining armor of the Sentinels, along with several Dalish warriors disappeared into the forest after the attacker. "They've got it covered. Check the rest of the trees though, in case there are other attackers out there."
Solas reached out, but could not sense anyone else hiding amongst the trees or any of the rocky outcrops. "It appears there was only one." With a wave of his hand the skies overhead cleared.
Leliana and the Sentinels appeared then, dragging a bound person behind them, though from the distance, it was difficult to tell who the culprit was. Seeing the attacker taken captive soothed the fearful crowd.
Clearing his throat and straightening back up, Alarion asked, "Er, right. Well, we always knew this would be an eventful day. Shall we continue then?" His beady eyes darted about rather nervously, still scanning the trees just in case.
For a moment Solas was confused, but then Lavellan's wooden hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him close for a passionate kiss. Closing his eyes, he lost himself in the gentle movement of her lips. The crowd below roared in excitement, cheering and clapping as the music began again. They broke apart and Solas brushed her cheek with his thumb.
"Sorry. I couldn't wait any longer," she said as she blushed, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Ma vhenan," he said gently, tilting her chin up and kissing her again. Hoots and hollers sounded below, but he paid them no mind. "Neither could I."
The crowds wasted no time at all in breaking out the wine and ale to celebrate the occasion. A few other notable bonding ceremonies had also taken place and many of the happy couples were all too eager to celebrate. While carts of druffalo meat were carved off the roasts and the scent of delicious food filled the air along with the sound of drums, Solas and Lavellan made their way back to their campsite to deal with the attacker. To their surprise, Zarrak was the one guarding the man, proudly standing over the man and talking with Leliana when they both arrived.
"I doubt that an investigation will be necessary," Zarrak said with an almost bored drawl as he looked back over his shoulder at the man bound to a downed log. "He dropped like a sack of potatoes," Zarrak lamented, pointing to the lump on the man's forehead.
Sadly, no investigation was necessary. They recognized Varitan easily enough.
"I suppose we know why he disappeared," Trissa grumbled.
Lavellan shook her head. "His partner should know he's alive. Though, I doubt she'll want to associate with him after the crimes he just committed." She ran her finger over the new dent in her wooden hand as anger rose within her chest. "Why, Varitan? Why did you do this?"
The dark-skinned warrior looked up, the bones he wore as trophies clinking around his neck. "Because you were supposed to be mine. You were promised to me. To bear my clan name and my children."
Lavellan resisted the urge to recoil in revulsion before it gave way to pity. The man before her was so trapped in his own world he could not accept a reality in which he was not the victorious hero. Nothing she could say or do would change his mind. "No, Varitan. You're wrong." She shook her head sadly, knowing no amount of talk would make him see reason.
He scoffed at her. "You poor thing. Someone needed to save you from yourself."
It shouldn't have struck her like a blow, but she felt the pain land in her gut. "Funny. I was going to say the same of you. But now I don't believe you'll ever change."
"Allendra…" Trissa said.
Lavellan turned to see the woman from before, the one with golden blonde hair standing behind them. She glared at Varitan, fists balled at her sides in rage.
"How could you, Varitan? You promised. You promised me you would let this go," she said, her voice tight and constrained by her anger.
Varitan looked up from his swollen eye, unmoved. "And you promised to bear me children, Allendra."
Trissa spat at his feet. "Fucking pig." She turned back to her cousin with a sympathetic look, but Allendra held up a firm hand to prevent her from saying whatever it was she was about to say.
Crossing her arms, Allendra glowered down at him. "Fuck yourself, Varitan. In fact, if you ever think of even looking at me again, I'll make sure you never have children with anyone. I renounce you as my partner." She shook her head in disgust. "When I'm done speaking to our keeper, you'll be exiled for all your crimes. Mark my words." With that, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and left.
Trissa followed behind, flashing a rude gesture at Varitan before she went out of sight.
Solas, who had been focusing on taking long, steadying breaths to suppress the hate and rage flaring up within his heart, turned to Lavellan. "What is the Dalish custom for administering punishment for his crimes? His arrow might have killed you. He cannot be allowed to walk free and threaten you again."
She grimaced, flexing the fingers of the wooden hand. "He wasn't aiming for me. He was aiming for you." Varitan's reputation as a skilled hunter and warrior was what drew her father's admiration. If his arrow missed her, it was because she had not been his target.
Varitan glared back at them, his nostrils flaring in anger. "I was trying to save you, you ungrateful whore."
Varitan had gone too far. Faster than anyone could react, Solas lunged for the man and wrapped his hand around his throat, choking his windpipe. The bound man gasped for breath. "Apologize," Solas hissed, his words clear and level. He had heard enough of Varitan's insults against his beloved. He squeezed harder. "I said apologize," he growled. Varitan continued to gasp, but refused to attempt to speak, much less apologize.
"Solas…"
He felt a hand on his shoulder, but did not ease his grip.
"Solas. Please. Don't do this. Not today."
No. No, she was right. He should not have acted so rashly, especially not on this day. He released Varitan, who fell forward, gasping for breath.
"He is too proud. He will never believe he is in the wrong," she tried to say. "Let the keepers deal with him. He can be judged tomorrow. Along with my father."
Laughter came from the man upon the ground, drawing her attention. "You have the gall to call me proud as an insult. Yet you have bonded yourself to the man you call 'Pride,' you stupid bitch."
"Take him away to the cells, Hamin. I don't want to deal with him anymore today." The Sentinel stepped forward and yanked Varitan to his feet. He stumbled and fell again, and Hamin half dragged him off to the cell wagons. Lavellan turned back to Zarrak and thanked him for his help.
"My pleasure. I take my new role very seriously."
"Your new role?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. As a former Crow, you requested that I keep an eye out for other assassins or threats, remember? I am performing my duty," he said with a smug smirk.
"Well then I suppose I owe you a raise. How about a cask of wine?"
"Keep your wine. I prefer ale."
She smiled. "As you please," she gestured back towards the banquet.
Zarrak bowed to her and gave a subtle wink at Solas before weaving his way back through the tents towards the delicious smells.
"Well no one can say your bonding ceremony was boring," Leliana remarked, watching the Antivan disappear with a curious expression. "This is turning out to be almost as lively as our first visit to the Winter Palace."
"Or the second," Lavellan grumbled, examining the cracked hole left by the arrow.
Leliana took note of the damage. "Does it still function? Should I write to Dagna for a replacement?"
Lavellan groaned. "Yes, it wouldn't hurt. I think she's been working on a new prototype anyway."
"Where have you been!?" Josephine came hurrying up to them, looking rather flustered as she smoothed down the folds of her dress.
Lavellan blinked several times. "What do you mean? We've been here, dealing with the attacker who tried to assassinate Solas during our ceremony."
Josephine frowned and put a hand on her hip. "I mean that the feast is about to begin and the two of you are nowhere to be found. Come and follow me. We are already behind schedule."
Solas and Lavellan exchanged amused looks once Josephine's back was turned to lead them to their places of honor.
Lavellan couldn't help thinking, as she often did when she let Josephine plan matters, that she had a tendency to overdo it a little. In all of her experience at Dalish bonding ceremonies or other celebratory feasts, there was never a great deal of decoration or ornamentation, yet Josephine had somehow constructed banners and flowing drapery with her clan colors, set up a raised dais with two thrones (there was no other word for the ornate chairs that were very out of place for the nomadic Dalish tribes), and somehow ordered strung garlands of fresh flowers to adorn all tables, tents, and aravels in the vicinity.
"Look, she even had them ship those frilly little Orlesian cakes that you like," she commented to Solas, who was also taking in the spectacle.
Solas smiled at this, plucking one off the tray. "Hm. I seem to recall you stealing a tray of these back at the Winter Palace after our dance."
She chuckled to herself, biting her lip as she took one of the tiny cakes for herself. "Yes. They had a wonderful jam filling if I recall. I wonder if they're as good as I remember. Honestly, I was so famished by that point, I'd have eaten the curtains."
"You were rather busy running around, climbing trellises, stopping assassins, and inserting yourself into Orlesian politics," he reminded her. "I bet you were starving by the end of that," Solas grinned, taking a bite of his cake and sighing in contentment as the sweet buttercream coated his tongue.
"Don't forget the part where we found the man in nothing but his helmet tied to Celene's bed," she reminded him, nibbling on the corner of her cake.
"Ah, yes. That was certainly a surprise…"
A wicked thought occurred to her and she dropped her voice so as not to be overheard. "Would that be something that appealed to you? Finding yourself in a similar situation?" she teased.
Solas felt his neck grow hot and shot his beloved a questioning look, uncertain whether or not she was serious in her inquiry. Unable to decipher her intentions, he simply answered, "I've never considered it before."
Lavellan smirked and popped the last bite in her mouth, licking off the buttercream crumbs from her fingertips.
"Is it something that appeals to you?" he returned, his voice low and velvety.
Her cheeks pinked and she hastily looked away. It wasn't fair when he turned her jokes around back on her. Or used that voice in public given the reaction it caused. "I suppose that depends. Which of us is on the bed? Me or you?" she returned.
"I would assume, in this scenario, it would be you on the bed."
Thankfully, she was spared a response as a few keepers approached to offer their congratulations and exchange a few brief words.
By the time they reached the dais, she was relieved that they had deviated from the topic. "I think Josephine must have emptied the entire wine cellar and half the treasury to put all this together," she commented. Though truth be told, she did find all the decorations lovely, especially as the light began to fade. "I'll have to sell all the horses just to recover the cost of catering."
"Worry not, vhenan. The cost has been covered already. I have made arrangements with Ambassador Montilyet," he said, accepting a goblet of wine from Ri'vai. He raised his own and offered them a toast to congratulate their union. They returned the gesture, but only Solas drank from his goblet. Noticing this, he waited until Ri'vai had disappeared back into the crowd to say something. "You are not drinking tonight? Is it not customary?"
"Um, it is customary, but I had thought it best not to, given how ill I have felt recently," she said quickly.
Solas's expression shifted and he nodded. "Of course. Is there anything I can get you? How are you feeling at the moment?"
"No, no. I am well enough now," she promised, which was mostly true. Luckily the frilly little cakes did not seem to make her stomach feel any worse, though it had bubbled with nerves most of the afternoon.
By the time they were through with feasting (for the most part) and speeches and well-wishers, it was time for her surprise.
"Alright, everyone is in place," Josephine said, ushering them to stand and face the lake.
Though it was difficult to see in the dark, the outline of the structure the crafters had been working on was just visible in the moonlight.
"What is it?" Solas asked, curiosity piquing his interest.
"You'll see. It's the Lavellan Clan's traditional sendoff."
Solas turned his attention back to the lake as several archers with flaming arrows stepped forward and took aim. The arrows flew through the darkness in brilliant arcs across the sky. The arrows struck the wood and the fire caught, spreading quickly over the forms: two elves bound in an embrace. Solas marveled at the magics and craftsmanship as the taller of the two figures burned a brilliant blue and the smaller figure was coated in flames of a vivid green. The flames coated the figures and spread to their uplifted palms, which sent out showers of blue and green sparks bursting over the lake. The crowd of onlookers let out gasps of excitement at the spectacle and even Solas was impressed by the artistry of it all.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"It's magnificent. A fine tribute. They are your clan's colors, are they not?"
"Yes. Technically, they're your clan colors too now. When two people bond they belong to each other's clan. Traditionally, depending on a couple's situation, they would then choose which clan to live with, but that is less applicable in our case. Sometimes if the clans are small enough they'll actually combine and live as one."
Solas thought about this as he watched the flames flicker over the figures. "I was not under the impression the keeper of Clan Lavellan blessed our union."
"He does not need to. It is not as if we are returning to the clan to live with them. If the keeper refuses to accept our bond, then I always have the option of taking your clan's name."
"My clan?"
"Oh yes. Clan Fen'Harel. Or Clan of the Dread Wolf. Or maybe something catchier."
He smiled at her. "Perhaps I can simply call you mine? Although, to be honest, it would feel strange not to think of you as 'Lavellan' after all this time."
"Yes, but my given name is boring. Half the girls my age have that name. I suppose I am better off going with Inquisitor or Ambassador or-"
"Ma vhenan?" he finished, kissing her cheek.
"Ah, but only you may call me that."
"Then that is what I shall call you, ma vhenan." He raised her chin to kiss her lips, drawing her close.
"We should head back to our seats. The dancing is supposed to start soon. I can already hear the drums picking up." And sure enough, as they sat down the drummers increased the tempo and several people stood up and danced with wine in hand.
Once they had taken their seats again, Ri'vai approached the dais and bowed to Lavellan, offering his hand. "Would you care to dance?"
Solas watched curiously. She politely refused and Ri'vai bowed and took up a glass of wine from a small table with several cups of it laid out instead, raising it to toast her.
Then a familiar face he recalled from their journey to the Exalted Plains appeared. "Aneth ara, Loranil," she said in greeting as he bowed to her.
"Aneth ara, Lady Ambassador. I am pleased you are well. My clan remembers you fondly and it is exciting to see you again outside of Skyhold. You honor us with your presence. Might I have the next dance?" Again she politely refused and he took up a cup of wine and raised it in her honor before departing.
Turning to his beloved, he asked, "Is this a part of tradition? Or are you not interested in dancing? I do not mind if you wish to accept their offers."
"Oh, yes. I suppose I forgot about this bit. I've never done it, personally. According to Dalish custom, men and women are supposed to approach the newly bonded pair when the dancing starts and ask them to dance. Now, if a man asks the woman, she is supposed to refuse. The same is true if a woman asks the man. The only exceptions are for family or friends of the same gender. It's a silly custom, but I think it's supposed to represent fidelity or something because at the end of the first few sets of dances, or when the couple is sufficiently drunk, the man is supposed to ask his partner to dance and she is supposed to accept. In reality, it's usually just a way for people to offer their congratulations and grab a cup of the good wine. Though I think in our case, it will be amusing to see who is brave enough to approach."
Solas watched as another man approached and asked her to dance, though this one he did not recognize. The man's eyes darted nervously to him while he waited for the rejection and then he practically ran away when he grabbed his wine. She turned to Solas with a look as if to say "See? Told you so."
"Have you ever seen someone accept a dance from someone they shouldn't dance with?" Solas asked out of curiosity.
"I think it's pretty rare. I heard about a woman who accepted a dance from a female friend who was a little more than a friend. Apparently they snuck away to an alienage after their night of dancing turned into more than dancing. But that's the only story I've heard."
Zarrak came forward, sauntering and swaying his hips to the music with an odd style. He raised one of the glasses and winked at her. "To your good health," he mused with a knowing look before disappearing back into the crowd.
"What are you planning to do with the Crow once we return to Mercy's Rest?" Solas asked, narrowing his eyes at the figure slipping in and out of the crowd.
"I thought I might send him back to Skyhold once his siblings arrive. But I'm not sure yet. I think he's… interesting company. And he did catch our attacker."
"Yes. I suppose he does have his uses…" Solas trailed off, resting his chin on his hand and studying the Crow's behavior.
"Do you object? Do you still consider him a threat?" she asked, studying his reactions with care.
"I do not know what to make of him. I cannot decipher where his loyalty lies and that is a concern in my mind."
She did not reply, but nodded her head in understanding.
"And… I do not like the way he watches you."
"Me? He was sent to kill you. I don't think he'll try to threaten me again."
"That is not what I meant. He watches you… the way your commander watched you. When you were not looking, that is."
A warm flush came to her cheeks as she suddenly realized her mistake. "Oh. Really? Are you jealous of Zarrak? He's no threat to my heart, I assure you. Wait. When you say my commander, do you mean Cullen? Were you… jealous?"
"I am not sure I would have phrased it as such. Merely… aware of his lingering gaze when you left the room."
"Ah. I see." She tried to suppress her grin with mitigating success. "Well, other people may find me attractive, but you have nothing to worry about, my love. My heart is yours," she said, covering his hand with her own.
Solas ran his thumb over her hand, quietly contemplating. The difference, of course, between Zarrak and Cullen was that one was honorable whereas the other was not. And that distinction spoke volumes about what each was and was not capable of. Having Zarrak near her could pose a threat to her safety. Perhaps he could convince her to send him to Skyhold without further inquiry. Even potential threats were best kept at bay.
Keela approached cautiously, bowing to both of them. Shells rattled in her long braids as she dipped her head. "May I have this dance?" she offered Lavellan with a smile. "It would be my honor," she replied with a grin, standing up. Keela untied the sash at her waist which was dressed with many tiny metal coins that jingled like tiny bells. "My gift to you. To keep the demons and any jealous spirits away," she said, wrapping the sash around Lavellan's waist before leading her out to dance.
Solas watched as she pulled a few others together, including a surprised and semi-reluctant Josephine and Leliana. They laughed and clapped their hands together with the beat to the cheers of several tipsy guests nearby. After a little while, Josephine and Leliana adapted their traditional Orlesian dance steps to the fast-paced beat, spinning in and out and giggling as Leliana spun Josphine into a low dip.
The traditional Dalish dancing was intriguing in an entirely different fashion though. The three women moved in step to a dance Solas had never seen before, mirroring one another's movements, save for a few exceptions where Lavellan's fake arm could not quite match the motions.
Another batch of kindling was added to the bonfire, sending up a wave of sparks and a spout of flame. The light caught the shining metal of his beloved's metal bodice and the coins leaping in waves as she rolled her hips. The banging of the drums came faster and faster and the women moved closer together, flicking their hips in a feverish display until the drums reached their crescendo and it all came to an end in applause.
A few other people joined in on the excitement as the music shifted. Lavellan's friends begged her to stay for another dance and she happily obliged, moving in time with the beat. There were several key distinctions that Solas noticed between dancing at court and the way the Dalish danced. Whereas court dances were stiff, structured, and kept a respectable distance between partners, Dalish dancing was much more free in movement and rhythm. They also touched one another and moved their bodies closer when dancing with a partner.
Keela gripped Lavellan's waist with both hands and giggled as she rocked her hips in tandem. Lavellan flicked her hip and flashed Solas a grin from over her shoulder for a brief moment and it stoked a fire within him as he imagined her hips rolling like that against him.
Distracting himself from such thoughts, he glanced at the other couples to gauge their movements. Unlike his dance at the Winter Palace with Lavellan, the pace of the music and the dance was far too energetic and freeform to decipher. Most couples held each other close, rocking in time with the beat or ebbing and flowing, coming back together like waves crushing back into the sand. Hands touched bodies freely, without limitations it seemed. One man stood behind his partner as she slithered down his body, both touching skin, hair, and any part of the other they could manage in the motions of the dance. An older couple happily swayed and stepped in line, spinning in and out of one another's arms. Some couples, ones where Solas suspected the partners were not bonded together, kept a small bit of distance between them, touching less, but matching each other in movement and intensity. It was all much more… primal than he was used to. He watched as the couple who had been writhing together slipped away, hand in hand after the man whispered something into the woman's ear.
His eyes drifted back to Lavellan again and the way she looked up at him from under her lashes drew him in.
Something about that look pulled him into the memory of their dance at the Winter Palace. Dancing with her, holding her in his arms as the music played, looking into the bottomless depths of her eyes, awakened something in him. A desire he knew he had to keep at bay. But he had fallen under the spell of music, moonlight, and the movement of the dance. When he stepped back into a bow, he kissed her hand, wishing he was drawing her closer to him instead. It was almost a relief when she suggested they find some food and drink before the last of it disappeared. But he had enjoyed their brief moment together; thrilling in its daring secrecy and yet… satisfying as well. A moment that felt real.
When the last of the tiny cakes were gone she offered him a cup of tea, which he refused, politely. The few stragglers in the ballroom were properly drunk by then, enjoying the last of the wine as the servants cleared away the dishes and serving trays.
"It feels strange being here amongst all these human nobles. They look right past me unless they notice the glowing green hand," she commented.
"The gloves do hide it well enough. But you are correct. The humans here look past us as if we were no more than decorative plants. We are practically invisible here."
She chuckled, setting down her tea. "Does that mean I can run around naked without anyone else noticing?"
He laughed. "I think they might notice if you did that."
"Are you certain? I climbed a bloody trellis in a garden full of people and no one noticed. And there was a trail of blood throughout the palace! And assassins! Either they're all blind or this is the most willful ignorance I've ever seen," she snorted into her tea and Solas couldn't help the laugh that came from his lips.
"This is The Game. Blood, betrayal, affairs, lies, secrets, and murder… It's all a part of it. We are nothing to them," he said, adjusting his hat.
"Well, if it's any consolation, you're not nothing to me," she said softly. "There's no one at this entire event that I would rather be sitting with right now."
He dipped his head, fighting back his smile. "I could very well say the same."
She leaned in, her lips mere inches away from his when laughter from nearby cut through the window behind them. Solas pulled back, putting space between them and turning his body away. "No. We should not. Not here. You should not be seen with someone of my station. It could harm your reputation. I should go." He stood to leave, but she grabbed his sleeve.
"Solas… You're no different from me. Besides, they introduced you as my 'manservant' and last I checked, it was perfectly acceptable for us to spend time together. In fact..." She cut off, knocking the rest of the crumbs on the silver serving tray off and placing the cup of tea on it before handing it over to him. Then she pulled him to the doorway and checked that no one was watching before beckoning him to follow her. Holding the tray with the solitary cup, he obeyed, placing his other hand behind his back as she did while they walked through the ballroom.
"Where are we going?" he asked as they turned down an empty hall a few minutes later, amused by this charade.
"You'll see," she said in a low whisper. She nodded to the few nobles they passed, who were laughing uproariously at a rather offensive joke. They turned down another hallway and then again and she paused briefly, glancing left and right to check for any other party guests or servants, but they were alone. Then, in one quick movement she opened the door and tugged him inside, stifling her nervous giggles with one hand once the door was shut and locked behind her. Taking the tray from Solas's hands, she set it down and stepped close to him.
He glanced around the room. It was nicely furnished in the Orlesian style, but the furniture and decor were a bit more old-fashioned and shabby compared to the splendor of the ballroom.
"Are we in your bedroom?"
She nodded and fear choked his throat.
"No. No, I should not be here, if we are caught together, even talking alone, the effects could damage your favor with the court and-"
"-But that's just it. No one saw you come in. And even if they see you leaving, you can just say you were bringing me a cup of tea. See? It's fine, Solas. You worry too much. It's alright. The door is locked so no one will come in unannounced. We can just talk or… be alone together. Without fear. You can stay, if you'd like," she offered, biting her lip the way she did when she was nervous.
For a brief moment, Solas was torn between what he wanted and what he knew was the wiser course of action. He stepped closer to her and his heartbeat quickened in his chest. He knew he should say no and walk past her out the door. But it wasn't what he wanted. "I will stay. If that is what you wish," he said, placing his hands behind his back, lest he be tempted to use them. "I have enjoyed our conversation this evening," he said, his throat suddenly feeling quite dry.
Blushing and tucking her hair behind her ear she said, "So have I. You're a wonderful storyteller. And your voice…" Her cheeks grew even pinker and she turned away, letting her hair hide her blush. Clearing her throat, she changed tactics instead. "I enjoyed the dancing as well. You're quite good. It took me ages to get it right and that was with Josephine's help."
"Yes," Solas said softly. "I enjoyed it as well."
"Would you care for another dance?"
Solas blinked. "I fear the music stopped a while ago."
"All you need is the right tune, though. Here," she offered him her hand, which he accepted. She began to hum, a simple set of chords, but perfect for dancing.
He took her waist and her hand, pulling her close as they began the steps. "What is the song? I do not recognize it."
She stopped, looking a bit embarrassed. "Oh, it's an old Dalish lullaby. It was my mother's favorite and she used to sing it to me all the time."
"Would you sing it now?"
She laughed and he spun her out and back in. "Not on your life. I was not made for singing." She took up humming again, swaying with the tune as she gazed up into his eyes. Her lashes were long and dark and in the dim candlelight of the room her eyes sparkled with warmth. And her lips, curved perfectly into that smile…
He bent his head and kissed her. Soft at first. But then she pressed herself up on her toes, kissing him in turn. A sound, a combination of both a moan and whimper of longing, came from her throat and he pulled her flush against him, snaking his hands down to cup her ass.
She tugged him back, aiming for the bed, but accidentally bumping herself against the bedpost. Giving a start and then a laugh after she opened her eyes, she quickly pulled off her gloves and tossed them aside, slipping her hands up his chest and around his neck, kissing him again. She eagerly ripped off his hat, where she cupped his head and deepened the kiss. Her fingers strayed down to the buttons, popping them open and untying the sash.
Then her fingers set to work on her own clothes, but Solas stopped her, pulling the fingers of his gloves delicately until his right hand was free. Dropping the glove to the floor, he captured both of her wrists and lifted them up against the post. Her breath quickened as one hand kept her pinned and the other, the gloved hand, slid slowly down her arm, down to her chest, grazing over her breast. Their eyes locked and he stared into her eyes as the fire within him grew. Taking the leather glove between his teeth, he pulled his hand free and tossed the glove away, allowing his fingers to freely pick up where she had left off in her state of undress. The sash fell away and the buttons opened to reveal the lovely curves of her form. He paused, kissing her delicately. "Do you want me to touch you?"
She nodded. "Yes."
He touched her face, grazing her cheek. His fingertips trailed down her neck to her collarbone, passing between her breasts and down to her navel. He kissed her again as he unlaced her trousers and slid them down, giving him room to slip his hand between her legs to touch her.
She bucked against his hand and let out a sharp gasp, briefly pulling away from his kiss. Her eyes searched his feverishly, but he felt a sense of calm as he continued his ministrations, taking his time and watching her react to each touch. If he was going to do what he knew he should not, then he was going to make sure they both enjoyed it… thoroughly.
He moved his hand over the silk cloth covering her, teasing the sensitive places with care until he could feel her wetness through the cloth itself. She moaned and he tilted his head to suckle her neck, making sure any marks he left would be covered by the livery.
"Solas… let me go," she breathed.
Instantly, he released her. "My apologies. I-Oof!"
Catching him off guard, she had gripped his coat and spun him so that they both landed on the bed. Smirking, she quickly tugged off her boots and trousers after shrugging off the jacket and shirt. Next came her brassiere and the last of her small clothes. Then she turned her attention to him, frantically undoing his trousers as he managed to extricate himself from his shirt. Crawling on top of him, she kissed him and moaned again as his hands caressed her breasts and slid down her body to touch her between her legs. Pushing him back down, she lowered her mouth to his chest and licked over his nipples and muscles. All the while her hand touched and teased his cock until she lowered her mouth over him.
He gasped and bit the back of his hand to prevent himself from crying out as she sucked and teased him with her tongue. She added her hand to pump him and he groaned, arching his back against the soft feather bed.
Before the sensations grew too much, he stopped her with a touch and pulled her back up. Raising himself up on his elbows, he gently pressed on her shoulder. "Lie back," he told her. She did so and he brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. Then he whispered in her ear. "Try not to make a sound." But that proved to be easier said than done as he tucked his face between her legs and touched his tongue to her. Though he knew it was best if they were as quiet as possible so as not to arouse suspicion, he relished in every suppressed cry, the sharp pinch of her nails as they dug into his forearms, and each chaotic breath as her pleasure grew.
When her body arched and shuddered beneath him, he smiled to himself, enjoying the taste of her on his tongue and the look of her splayed before him as she recovered her breath. He traced every bit of her skin that he could reach, memorizing her in this state of bliss.
She pulled him back for a kiss, long and slow. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she slipped her hands down to cup his ass and raked her nails over him. "Please, Solas. Please, I want you inside me."
He could not resist her. Positioning himself, he pressed into her, sinking slowly to give her body time to adjust. He started slow, but when she begged him to go faster he gave in and obeyed. All her wants, all her commands, all her desires, he obeyed and gave to her that night.
When he slipped from her room in the early hours of the morning the hall was deserted. Or so he thought. A voice came from behind just as he began to turn around.
"Out for a stroll?" the voice asked coldly.
Solas froze with the silver tray tucked beneath his arm, then turned to see Cullen resting against a pillar with his arms folded across his chest, a definite sneer of disapproval pulling down on his scarred lip.
Solas held up the tray. "I brought the Inquisitor a cup of tea," he said, regretting the lie as soon as he said it.
"At this hour? Right. Funny, I've been patrolling this corridor for most of the night. Assassination attempts and all that. Yet somehow you slipped by me unnoticed. Remarkable," Cullen sneered. "The Lady Inquisitor must be lucky if her friends can sense her desire for a warm drink at this hour of the night."
"Yes. Though one must wonder at the character of a friend who would linger outside her door at night," Solas returned, feeling his hackles rise.
Cullen scoffed. "Someone has to protect the Inquisitor. I'm simply doing my duty as the Inquisition's Commander."
"Surely the danger has passed by now. And yet you remain."
His scarred lip pulled back into a sneer. "One can never be too certain when an enemy may appear. Now why don't you scurry back to the kitchens before you're missed." With that, Cullen turned away and strode towards the end of the hallway, fuming.
Since that time, Solas held a special dislike of the Inquisition's commander and avoided him whenever possible. But avoiding his feelings for the Lady Inquisitor became all the more difficult. He had given in completely to his heart's desires and rather than sating them, it increased his longing for her and left a dull ache in his chest whenever he wasn't in her presence.
He felt that ache now, sitting beside the empty chair. Watching her throw her hair back and flash him a sly smile as her hips moved to the rapid beat of the drums, lit a fire in his belly. Taking a sip from his wine glass, he tried to clear his mind, but each beat brought with it a flash of skin or the silhouette of her curves. His mind filled in the rest, remembering pieces of memory: the warmth of her neck beneath his lips, the soft silkiness of her hair as he ran his fingers through it, the hitch in her breath when he touched her just how she liked…
Rising from the dais, he descended and approached her. The crowd parted to let him through and he slipped his hand around her waist.
Glancing over her shoulder, she stilled and smiled at him.
"Dance with me," he whispered.
She reached up and hooked her arm around his neck and began to sway her hips in time with the beat, but he shook his head ever so slightly. Bending down, he scooped her up into his arms. A few hoots and hollers went up and a few in the crowd clapped. Lavellan's cheeks burned, but she couldn't help grinning excitedly.
"Um… Oh. Right. Um… Off we go then?" She blushed over his shoulder to her friends. A few lewd comments followed, but were quickly drowned out as the music and dancing continued on without them.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, curious to know what he had planned.
"Somewhere we can dance in private," he answered.
Though this response only clouded the secret in more mystery. She knew he was adamantly against consummating their bond in a tent, and yet that appeared to be exactly where he was taking her.
Sentinels flanked Solas's tent on either side. His eyes glowed and the tent flaps opened and he ducked inside, opening his hand where a small object slowly grew larger and larger. Suddenly, many things became clear all at once. An eluvian blossomed before them and he slipped through it once it reached the height of the tent.
The portal opened onto Solas's bed chamber back at Mercy's Rest. He laid her down upon the bed and closed the eluvian with a spell. Unfastening his greaves, he watched as she took it all in. Snapping his fingers, the candles around the room lit all at once.
She stared at the eluvian, processing this revealed secret. Then she turned to Solas, a look of mild irritation on her face. "Do you mean to tell me I've been sleeping on the ground this entire time when I could have been sleeping in a proper bed? Or that I could have been sleeping in a proper bed this whole time? Or sleeping together in a proper bed?! Have you been coming here without me?"
The indignation amused him, much to her chagrin. "I promise I have not. I do not take risks using the Crossroads. So long as they are under my control they are a useful tool. If others were to hear of them or find a way to make use of them, they would no longer be able to serve my purposes."
"But the Qunari found a way through. And Morrigan. And you said even Briala as well."
"Threats that have been neutralized."
She frowned. Solas sat beside her on the bed. "What is it, vhenan?"
"This is how you did it. How you built a network of spies. How you vanished into thin air."
She spoke quietly, but he felt the weight of words upon him. But he had promised not to lie to her. "Yes," he admitted. For it was the truth. "I used the eluvians to my advantage. And as a result, I caused you pain."
"Yes. You did." She reached out and took his hand, rubbing his hand lightly with her thumb. "But that happens when you love someone. Sometimes it hurts."
"True," he said sadly. He cupped her cheek with his other hand. "I wish that in my vows to you I could promise that you would never feel pain of any kind again. But I know that is not within my power. Just as I know there may be times I am the cause of your distress, though I promise I will try not to, if I can."
A small smile pulled at the corner of her lip. "And I wish I could promise the same. But I suppose that would be foolish. Life is not easy. Nor is the path ahead. But we will walk it together."
Her smile warmed his heart, delicate though it may be. In this moment, he would not think of the path ahead and the hardship it would bring. He would think only of her. This was their bonding night. Tonight was sacred and special to them both, for they had gone through much to reach this point.
He touched her cheek and dipped his forehead to touch her own. "Ma vhenan," he breathed, inhaling the sweet scent of orange blossom from her hair. His fingers trailed along her jaw and in that moment all he wanted was to hold her in his arms.
She sighed as the dull ache in her chest throbbed. A part of her wanted to tell him about her pregnancy; wanted to be honest and truthful in all things. But she could not bring herself to do it. She was still afraid, still trying to understand what it meant and what it would change. She had managed to keep herself distracted throughout the ceremony and afterwards well enough, what with attempted murder and kidnapping and all the rest. But being alone with him, alone together, the fear returned and spread through her veins like poison. She did not like this fear. It was not the same as facing a dragon or charging a bandit stronghold. There was nothing to fight against, to defeat here. And so it snaked its way into her throat, constricting and choking her.
Afraid he would see her fear, she wrapped her arm around him, hiding her face against the soft fur that cut across his armor. Perhaps it was childish, to bury herself against his chest, to hide. But as he wrapped his arms around her, she felt better. She felt safe and loved.
With her in his arms, Solas felt right. As if his body and his arms existed for this purpose: to hold the one he loved. He pulled her closer, onto his lap, but as he did the metal of her bodice scraped against his armor with a grating sound.
She pulled back, feeling silly. "I suppose armor is not the best attire for a cuddle," she mused.
"No, indeed. Would it be acceptable if I finished removing my own?"
"Of course. Although if you could help me with mine as well, I'd appreciate it."
He stood and his eyes flashed a brilliant violet for a moment. In turn, his armor glowed with the same hue and unlaced and removed itself from his body.
"You'll have to show me that one," she said with a small, coy grin.
Solas extended his hand and pulled her to her feet. "Ah, but if I did, I might not get to do things like this," he said, spinning her so that her back was to him. He trailed kisses along her neck as his fingers unlaced the ties of the bodice. When it was gone his hands roamed over her hips and up her chest, massaging her breasts.
"Well I would not want to deny you the pleasure," she said, letting out a pleasant sigh.
"And what of your pleasure? What can I do for you, vhenan?" he asked in a low, velvety voice. His lips nibbled at her earlobe.
"Would you help me out of the dress? I want to take the arm off."
He helped remove the silver bands around her upper arms and pulled the silk dress over her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She stepped out of it and pulled on the belted straps, feeling the familiar relief as they fell away and she could twist off the arm. Setting the pieces on the desk, she examined the redness around the arm and the bruising from the force of the arrow. Looking back at the polished wood, she ran her fingers over the crack and notch in the surface.
"You saved my life with that arm today," he said quietly from behind her. He inspected her stump, ringed with fresh purple bruising. Setting his hand just above the skin, he set to healing it.
She sighed in relief as the pain and swelling subsided. "I think we've saved each other a dozen times or more. In one battle or another."
"Then allow me to show my gratitude," he whispered against her neck, unhooking her brassiere.
It fell away and she clutched at her chest, afraid he might notice the change in size or the darker color of her nipples and know what it meant.
Solas noticed her sudden shyness, which was most unlike her, and removed his hands from her body. "Vhenan? We do not have to lie together tonight if you do not wish to." When she stepped away from him, still clutching herself and oddly silent, he grew concerned. "Vhenan? Are you unwell?"
Thinking quickly, she made sure her back was to him and waved her hand, snuffing out the candles. Once the room was shrouded in darkness she turned back around and crossed to him, slipping her hand around his neck and pressing her body against his.
Confused, Solas broke the kiss. "Am I not to see you on our bonding night?"
"I would rather have you feel me," she replied, smoothing her thumb over the line of his jaw as she kissed him, parting his lips to taste him with her tongue.
Solas groaned and let his hands wander over her body. He slid his hands down her hips and gripped her ass, relishing in the touch and feel of her skin.
She gasped, breaking the kiss and breathing hard as her heart pounded in her chest. Looking at Solas, she tried to find the words to explain what she felt. "I-I feel something. It's different. It's like it's… more. Like I can feel your desire in my own body. Does that make any sense?"
Solas grinned down at her and kissed her cheek. "Yes. It's a part of the bonding. We are more in tune with one another. Our energies, our magic, our spirits. Even our bodies. Every touch is… more," he said, grazing down her cheek. "I can feel you wanting me, as I want you. I can sense the quickening of your pulse as I touch you, just the way you like," he said in a low, seductive tone as his fingers lightly trailed down her sides, making her shudder.
The tickling sensations spread throughout her core like ripples across a pond. He bent down and picked her up. She let out a small squeak of surprise, quickly wrapping her legs around him and gripping his shoulder, though she needn't have bothered. He held her firmly, supporting her as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth. She tossed her head back, moaning in delight. His tongue, teeth, and lips gently teased her on one side before switching to the other. His attentions sparked a yearning in her core, aching to be joined with his body.
He broke away, panting hard as he gazed up at her, lips parted. "And I can feel when your body is aroused. When you crave… more." Keeping his eyes on hers, he captured her nipple again, sucking and swabbing his tongue over it just so. He walked her over to the bed, feeling a bead of sweat drip down his head to his neck. It was almost too much, this feeling, the excitement, the burn of desire like fire beneath his skin. Sensing her longing only increased his own, but he willed himself to be patient. He wanted this to be everything it could be. She deserved that. He set her down gently, lying her back as he moved up to kiss her. He tried to slow the pace, to regain his composure, but then her hand touched him and he felt the thrill go through her as her hand passed over his chest, down over the contours of his muscles and he lost himself in the wanting of it all. He kissed her, harder.
She felt him yearning for her touch and she slid her hand down and took ahold of his cock. He shuddered, breaking the kiss, desperate for breath as his heart pounded against his ribcage. She took advantage of the moment and pushed his shoulder, rolling him over onto his back. And then she slid down his frame and she could tell both by the look in his eyes and the yearning she sensed in him that he wanted her to continue. She lowered her head and took the tip of his length into her mouth and Solas threw his head back. He moaned and his toes curled as she sucked and took more of him in. Every measure he attempted to calm himself, to help lessen the sensation, she counteracted. Once the build began to get too great, she slowed and stopped. She had sensed his desire to stop, despite the pleasure, to postpone the moment of his final release for now.
Once he recovered his breathing, Solas rolled over on top of her, capturing her lips and rolling her nipple lightly beneath his thumb as he kneaded her breast, making her moan and writhe below him. And then he suckled and kissed her neck and collarbone, slipping his hand over the gentle rise of her belly and down between her legs. She was already aroused and touching the wetness between her legs awakened something in him: a need, a desire that consumed him. His hand rocked forward and back, rolling in ebbing circles. He felt the coiling of sensation and knew she was getting close.
"More. More, please, more," she begged and he increased the pace until her body arched, hand fisting in the covers, head thrown back as the rising sensation culminated and released like a coiled spring all at once. She whispered his name just before crying out and falling back to the bed, undone.
Solas hovered over her, intoxicated by the rush of feeling and ecstasy of his beloved in her moment of bliss. He trailed his fingers over her curves, enjoying the soft swell of her breasts as they rose and fell while she recovered her breath. He kissed down to her navel and then she sat up very suddenly, drawing in her legs. Solas sat up, sensing the change in her. "Vhenan?"
Realizing how strange her actions must seem, she said, "Sorry. It… tickled." It was not a total lie, though the truth was the action of him kissing her stomach made her feel pregnant.
Solas grinned devilishly, reaching out to cup her cheek. "My apologies, ma vhenan." He gazed at her face, glowing softly in a pale ring of silver light from the window. "You are so beautiful," he whispered.
Relieved and touched, she melted against his hand and moved closer to him. Straddling him, she wrapped her arm around him and kissed his lips. She knew he ached for her, but every touch, every graze of skin against skin was heightened and wonderful.
His hands slid up her back to her hair, where he felt for pins and pulled them out, combing through the braids with his fingers and carefully removing the few stubborn flowers that had survived the dancing and rolling around in bed. When it was done, he threaded his fingers through her hair, relishing in the wave of fresh orange blossom scent.
She felt his cock pressing beneath her and slowly, teasingly, she rocked her hips over his length.
He let out a groan and then a sigh as she passed over him. The ache, the burning desire beneath his skin grew stronger. She was so close. Just the barest tilt of her hips, the slightest change in angle, and she could sink onto him.
She knew it too and he watched as she delighted in teasing him, hovering, rocking just barely to drive his longing to the breaking point. But then she angled her hips and slowly, inch by inch, she took him inside herself. The feelings and emotions coming from them both as she sank onto him threatened to overwhelm them both.
Every inch Solas grit his teeth and shut his eyes. Her wet warmth pressed around him and he groaned, resisting the urge to meet her full hilt. When he opened his eyes, he noticed the tension in her body as she tried to relax to be more comfortable. He smoothed his hands over her back and kissed her breasts, gazing up at her in adoration. "I loved watching you dance tonight," he whispered, passing his hands over her hips, remembering the way each movement made the coins on the sash glimmer and jingle in time with the drums.
"You could have joined me," she reminded him, though her smile showed she was not offended that he had not.
He shook his head and kissed her chest just over her heart. "No. I could not wait any longer for this. I had to have you. Forgive me for my impatience."
She made a small sound of amusement in her chest, grinning down at him. Lifting his chin, she smirked. "I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me," she whispered in his ear as she raised herself up, slowly starting to ride him. Her nails raked his back before gripping his shoulder for purchase as she rode him in earnest.
Solas lost himself in the feeling. Everything pulled him in: her pulse, the warmth of her skin, the scent of her hair, the bite of her nails digging into him, her hot breath against his neck. But this was not the way he wanted to end this moment. "Vhenan," he said gently, touching her hip to still her. He brushed back her hair, touching her lip with his thumb. "I would look upon your face when the moment comes."
She nodded, tightening her grip around his waist.
Holding her tight and careful not to slip from her or hurt her, he rolled her onto the bed so that he was over her once more. Releasing him, she spread her legs and pulled him down for a kiss. He threaded his fingers through hers and raised her hand above her head, using the other to prop himself up enough to look into her eyes as he began to thrust. Their eyes locked, half-glazed in lustful intoxication as they moved as one, building their pleasure together until they both reached the height of their peaks, crying out together in the darkness of the night.