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When he finished his duties of that day, he come back to that small place he share with her and called home. The last day she had revealed more of herself, giving him a new perspective of her. Making him feel a deep desire to protect her.
Teren was sitting in front of the table, reading from a small notebook - hello Solas, how are you? - she smiled to him, as if nothing had happened, as if until recently they had not shared the most intimate moments. He tried to not stared to her sketch, but he found there a beautiful design of a Fen'harel statue. Again he wondered if would be a good idea to make her one of his agents.
- Elves are treated as second class citizens everywhere? - she asked bitter, yes, he heard about the incident - unfortunately yes.
She denied with a lost look - I don't know if is because now I look like an elf but I can't let this continue happen and don't do anything about it, now I have the power to stand against the oppressors, why would I stay sitting?
Solas felt proud of her, that kind of fire is what he was looking for - and how you would change it? You are just one, da'len - she frowned and stand next to him - I know I'm just one, that's why I need to think and compare with cultures that have been oppressed in my world and see how they achieved it, if I follow the example of my own history... it's bloody.
- Sometime it's necessary.
- I don't know if I'm prepare for that - she hugged herself and he could not help but caress her arms, trying to comfort her - let's not think in that, tomorrow is gonna be a big day and you should get some sleep. She nodded but before go to her bed she hugged him.
And was that kind of hug a woman gave just when she is interested, with her hole body allowing him steal some contact - mmm... you're so talk - certainly she was a head more small than him but beautifully proportioned. If he was more younger this would not end only in a hug. Then she stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek, very close to his mouth - buenas noches Solas, good night - she was always trying to tease him, her beautiful caramel eyes saw his lips before leave him. She could made his blood boil.
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Next day we was in front of the breach, it was amazing to see, something so curious and beautiful could be so dangerous. I must say I was terrified, this could end so bad and still all the mages was at my side, hearing the directions of Solas to help the Herald.
I could understand how Cullen had this ability to encourage the troops but him? He has been in other battles? Who was him? It scares me how little I know about him.
Having no time for reflect the mages knelt and I followed they feeling how this energy passed to Maxwell. With his hand pointed to the breach I saw the light show, so close to the Fade. It was bad on my part to hate not being able to leave the breach open?
I was the only one who felt good around it?
He closed it.
The energy send us back and part of that energy stayed with me.
Nobody seemed to notice. They was more worried to see the Herald. He was fine with his lovely smile, Solas was fine too and I was relieved. The cheers did not take long to be heard.
We come back to Heaven, I hugged Maxwell and he hugged me back, he was very brave. Cassandra was very happy too. Even to my surprise also Solas. He normally didn't express happiness.
The town received us with a celebration.
I loose the track of the Herald, Cassandra and Solas.
But Sera approached to me with a pint, we toasted with the company of Varric, Blackwall, Dorian and Ironbull. Was too good to be true.
Varric started to tell the story of how they found me when I saw Solas at the distance. Nearly to the house. I excused myself, taking two pints with me.
When I approached to him, he seemed still happy - hi stranger - I offered him a beer, he declined - common... do it for me, when was the last time you drank anyway? - I put my best puppy eyes.
He sighed resigned - all right.
- For more moments of celebration - I said, he smiled to me and hit his pint with mine - cheers.
- Salud - I said seeing him to his eyes as I learned in France.
When he tasted the beer he wrinkled his face - I know, sorry, I didn't find any wine - he shook his head - don't worry, it's not so bad, besides the point is to drink with you and I enjoy that - my heart jumped - you see it? there's no point in resisting me, you just have to let yourself go.
Oh he get my point.
- I am tempted - he said in a whisper. I bit my lips and he followed the movement.
Ding
Ding
Ding
The sound of the bells! I could heard Cullen at the distance.
- Take your staff - Solas ordered me - and don't get away from me - I nodded and followed him.
When we arrived to the gate this was opened and a very strange boy was talking with the Herald, saying the Templars was here with the Elder One to kill him, precisely the Herald, because he took his mages. Maxwell asked to Cullen for a plan, he just told him to hit him hard, whatever that means, then the commander approached to the mages.
- Mages! You... you have sanction to engage them! That is Samson. He will not make it easy! Inquisition! With the Herald! For your lives! For all of us!
Solas took my hand and guided me with the Herald's team, I was out of myself. In the middle of a war.
We run through the camp to the east area, where was the big catapult and there I get the idea. I fought next to Solas, protecting Maxwell, Cassandra and Varric, next to soldiers of the inquisition against the corrupt templars. Until finally being able to activate the catapult.
The shot hit the peak of the mountain, we were all impressed as the avalanche devoured the torches that represented our enemies.
Some screamed of happiness and clap for the victory but the calm lasted very little.
The flapping of a gigantic creature silenced us, a ball of fire hit the catapult, breaking it into pieces.
I didn't wanted to die in this way.
We ran away.
Just to find the blacksmith trying to access to his house. Maxwell and Cassandra helped him.
In front of us more enemies appeared and I called the storm, they were consumed for the thunderstorm - we need help others - Varric said when we finished with the group in front of us.
So we did, we helped others until we arrived to the Chantry.
They let us entered. I was trying really hard to not think in those I killed as people, they was just monsters right? I couldn't concentrate on the conversation Maxwell, Cullen, Roderick and the strange boy were having. Until the Herald chose his group for a suicide mission. They would be fighting to give us time to escape. I wasn't on his team.
But Solas was.
- No... - I whispered to him - he saw me worried - don't worry about me da'len, I will see you soon.
My head was going beyond the facts - I will not loose you again, if you die... - I need to calm down - I will not forgive you!
He just smiled to me and they left.
Would be that the last time I will see him?
We barely escape.
I helped by making quick curettes since my healing spells still need practice and time, we didn't have either. Walking in the snow I thought of the others I had left behind, but I could feel in the distance the essence of Solas and Maxwell's brand. They are going to return.
I don't know for how long we walk, we passed a mountain until finally we started to set the camp.
Between help others I kept my mind occupied, healing spells require all my attention, the man in from of me had broken ribs. When I finally finished the other healers told me to rest. I felt useless.
- Teren...
With a smile I look for him, behind me Solas with his staff in hand watched me. He looked fine, alive and safe. I hugged him - I knew that you were going to return - I felt safe at his side - where is Maxwell and the others?
- Cassandra and Varric they came back with me, Maxwell stayed behind fighting against the Elder One.
- But he is still alive.
- How you're so sure? - I separated from him and he studied my answer.
- I can feel the mark in his hand, don't you?
- That's not usual Teren - he whispered, he meditated for a few minutes while his gaze was lost - we should talk about it, but not here, are too many ears.
I nodded.
At the end Maxwell also appeared.
Maybe just for my ego I continued helping to heal, because I wanted be good in that. And at the couple of days we moved. Solas told me he knew a place where the inquisition could work, we were guided by Maxwell.
When we reached the fortress of Skyhold I was impressed. How something that big could be completely alone?
And it was.
The huge walls made me think in castles of the Middle Age. Impressive. Take us a couple of hours to settle and in some aspects a couple of days. Leliana was kind enough to give me my own room. I tried to refuse it but she insisted. The room was in an outer wing in a passageway where there were four other rooms.
That first night in Skyhold, I was too tired to even go to check where was the others.
The music sounded high, I was in the middle of a crowd, with some of my new friends in a club in Paris. Single. Dancing as if I had drunk several drinks of alcohol.
In that instant I was happy.
Just a memory.
I could feel eyes on me, a part of me, love it. But no one was seeing me, then who?
My dress was small, also my neckline and I knew how to move. Who was looking me?
I stopped.
Searching for those eyes I could feel in my skin. The music was still on but everybody was frozen, like in the background of my dream, as they was not important, maybe because they was not really there.
Until I saw him, he did not match with the rest of my dream, his features, his clothes, his ears. I approached to him. He had this look, like a predator.
- Do you like what you see?
I turned so he could see me better, his eyes was bright - this is how a young teacher will dress and dance in your world? - he was jealous.
- I was not in the middle of a class - I crossed my arms, making my breasts even more visible, he did not miss that detail - in my world and the time in which I lived wasn't so puritan, you are not gonna made me feel ashamed of myself.
- It is strange look an elf dressing and acting like this - he was ruining a good memory.
- In my world women found sexual liberation, is not like I dress like this everyday, I could but was not my style, normally I'm more conservative with some exceptions when I go to party.
- That's because you was looking a mate? - his tone was starting to bother me.
- Maybe - I approached to him to dance, he didn't move but also didn't stopped me, his hands traveled to my hips while I showed him a sensual movement, my hands caressed his head - I have been alone for a couple of years without any companion, I would lie if I told you that I don't want a little attention and your look on me - we stayed for a while like this, while I continued to dance in a gentle rhythm.
But I know that there is something that prevents him from moving forward with me. So I stopped and stepped back. He was confused.
The dream around us faded.
We was now in Skyhold, in the principal room.
My clothes was "normal" again - this place is amazing - I said trying to break the ice, he still was confused and I saw him, I was waiting for him to behave as a habit, distant and cold.
- You're always trying to seduce me, with what objective? - he was regaining his composure.
- It's so hard to believe I'm interested in you?
- Yes and no. But I do want to know why? I can't give you one night.
I was trying really hard to not blush, to calm my heart, I was confused and hurt, he was rejecting me? - maybe I seduce you, as you said, because for me a romantic interest is closely linked with desire - (with sexual desire) but I couldn't say that to him. He walked around me, thinking - I don't like see the loneliness in your eyes when I can fill that space.
- I said can't give you one night da'len - he stopped in from of me, he seemed calm but in his eyes was a battle - I'm not one night material Solas.
He looked in conflict with himself - how could you if you don't know anything about me? - I froze because there was the root of our problem - you will tell me, when you're ready - I took his hand. I leaned against his body, he didn't try to move me - is that enough for you? - he asked me caressing my cheek.
- For the moment it is.
Apparently he liked my answer, his arms wrapped my body against his. It felt good feel his essence this close, so powerful, so manly.
Taking my cheeks in his hands he brought my face against his. Our lips met in a soft kiss, I got even closer to his body, one of his hands went down to my lower back while our kiss intensified, while our tongues were found.
He separated of me.
- No, no like this.
- What?
He disappeared, I was confused. What was all this about? I thought we had finally resolved our differences.
I woke up.
Was still of night when I lit a candle. I could feel him before he hit my door. I ran to open him. I looked happy - enter.
When I closed the door he kissed me, his hands ran through my body, hungry, until they stopped in my ass, massaging me against him and his excitement, now I was happy too.
He raised me with one arm and I let out a cry of surprise, we laughed together. I didn't know he could be that strong, I forgot it quickly while I received kisses on my neck and his free hand caressed my breast. My laughter turned into moans. He took me to the bed, where he sat and kept me sitting on him, still kissing my neck and me wagging my hips squeezing against him.
He skillfully removed my robe, I was completely naked on top of him, the way he looked at me had me on the verge of lust. Lying me on the bed, I watched him take off his shirt before I could help him, now only in pants before I could help him to take off the blissful garment he distracted me by kissing my breasts.
My nipples were strangely sensitive, his tongue stroked my nipples with expertise, I thought I could cum in this way if he continued, then his hand go down to my center and he touched it, I was soaking.
With a grunt he kissed me on my lips again, hungry, raw. While his fingers were playing with my wet clitoris - you're so wet, so sensitive - this was him out of control, I loved the way he looked at me.
- I need you inside of me please - I begged him, while my hands unbuttoned his pants and looked for his member. I took it in my hands surprised, by its size, by its heat, his hardness. I saw him surprised and he seemed more relieved when I started pumping it. We could skip the preliminaries, right? We would have time for that later.
I managed to lower his pants, while he kissed my sensitive ears. I guided him to my center, his tip found my barrier - are you virgin? - he asked me in a low and confused voice - just in this world - I kissed him and I took him by the back of his neck, I didn't want him to give such importance to the matter.
He came in and it hurt a little, just a little. Until he entered completely, observing my reactions. I didn't know how much I missed being this complete and how strange it felt at the beginning. We kissed and caressed, his greedy hands caressed my breasts, he told me how beautiful I'm and for how long he wanted to see me like that, naked in the bed just for him. The urge to make him move grew in me, my hips shook and he understood the message. The first thrusts were slow, very slow, just trying, when I announced him that I was going to cum, he stepped up rhythm.
I came hard. More kisses, my nails scratching his back, the sound that escaped from his lips. I came again. The movement of my breasts brushing against his hard chest. He being so deep in me, filling me completely, his hands on my hip, controlling the rhythm.
A hand on my waist and another behind my neck, forcing me to see him, his rapid and deep thrusts. His breathing ragged and his eyes looking at me deeply, as if I was the object of his devotions, his forehead against mine without stopping looking at me, still penetrating me until he came, his moans that he tried to silence kissing me, I had cum also of just imagining him ending inside me.
Slow and deep thrusts of the pleasure that remained. I embraced him and I felt close to him, happy.