Author's Notes:

Hi guys! Another chapter done!

So...I tried...the whole...oral sex thing...and I suck...at describing it.

Please don't hate me! Just let your imagination run wild!

Italics - Dream/fade/Flashback

'italics' - thoughts

"italics" - Elvhen unless stated not.

In the fade: Dream

Haven. The place that has always plague her dreams. It's not an unpleasant dream, it's more like Haven really felt like her home. A Place she can actually say she's back home. She missed the feeling of snow beneath her feet, the cool breeze and tidbits of falling flakes touching her face. This dream was no different. She walked barefoot as she always had done towards a certain cabin. He would be in there either writing, or reading something, and she in turn would just sit on his bed, staring, wondering and curious. Today shouldn't be any different. As she opened the door, she noticed everything was dark. No books, or papers on the desk. Fireplace unlit. No sign of anyone being in there at all.

'Weird…he's always here around this time.'

'Time? Dreams don't have time.'

'Maybe…his around here? Walking?'

She closed the door behind her and looked around. There was no one in sight. Not the people in Haven or anyone else. Her dream only consists of herself and him.

After the event that happened on Haven, and her growing love for Solas, she always had the same dream. The only time it was different when she made a move, a bold move towards him. It started after their confession with eachother, well his confession, that she felt she can fantasize about the 'what ifs'. She approached him and gave him a kiss. That kiss turned into a fierce, wanting and yearning kiss. To exploring their bodies with their bare hands around eachother. He would pick her up and lay her down his bed, and from there he would plant kisses on her neck, down to her belly. Her body ached with each kisses, and gesture he made. Alas, before anything else happens, she wakes up from that dream.

'No time to think about that right now!'

'Even in dreams you're an idiot.'

'Shut up.'

'Go look for that egghead.'

'No need to tell me that.'

'You are talking to yourself you know.'

'Creators! Shut up!'

Lavellan grumbled something to herself as she starts looking for Solas. She walked inside the chantry, the tavern and even some of the cabins. Each door she opens and closes he wasn't there. She sat down on one of the benches and started thinking. She looked around her horizon and from the entry door, a figure started walking towards her. She stood up, squinted her eyes to see if she can make out the figure. She felt her heart skip a beat, and butterflies in her stomach. She slowly walked to meet the person, hoping that it is who she thinks it is. As they both neared eachother, her heart jumped for joy. Without hesitation she started running towards him. He saw her, and stopped at his spot. She was obviously very happy to see him, her big smile, wide eyes did not lie. As she neared closer to him, she found it difficult to stop running and realized she was going to crash into him. He knew this too. In an attempt to stop herself from crashing, she slid her feet sideways, but it only made her slip and fall onto her ass and slid towards him, and stopping just an inch away from crashing into his legs. The fall had caused some snow to almost cover her entire body.

'Well…that is one way of stopping.'

'One way to tell him your even clumsy in your dreams.'

'It was the snow, lets blame that.'

'Oh sure, blame the snow from your own fault.'

'Why do I keep talking to myself!?'

'Why do you?'

Her thoughts got interrupted by Solas's chuckle. She looked up and found his hand trying to hide a laugh. She sighed in defeat.

"Go ahead…laugh…I don't mind." She said, looking away, grumbling.

"My apologies, Inquisitor." He replied, wiping his eyes from tears. "I have never…seen such…a display."

'Oh…great…now am a joke to him!'

'Stupid…stupid!'

'I KNOW!'

"Inquisitor."

Solas reached out his hand towards her. She looked at it confused for a moment, then blushed. She is still on the ground, looking like a mess. She slowly took his hand, as he helped her up so effortlessly. She staggered for a bit, but with one of his hand on her waist and the other on her hand, he held her steady. Her face close to his chest. Actually, her entire body is actually leaning on his body for support. Realizing, she softly pushed herself away. When she looked him in the face, for a moment she thought she saw his face show…hurt? Pain? Sadness? She couldn't tell, since he is an expert in composing himself with any emotions.

"Ir abelas…I didn't mean to…almost crash into you." She apologized.

"Please, it is no trouble." He replied.

She held her head low, staring at the ground, hiding her blushed face. They stayed quiet for a moment.

"Come. Walk with me." He says. She looked up at him, and nodded in reply.

Solas, tucked his hands behind him as he always does, and she followed silently. She wanted to ask where they're going but the memory of her slipping and almost crashing unto him kept replaying in her mind, she couldn't say anything out of embarrassment. He didn't exactly make everything better, he stayed quiet as he leads her inside the dungeon. She looked around and remembered this was the first place she awoke from the blast. Solas walked in the center of the room, and she slowly followed.

"I sat beside you while you slept, studying the anchor." He started. She looked at him, eyebrows raised.

'Totally…not creepy Solas.'

'Very…creepy.'

"Well…how long can it take to look at a mark on my hand? Surely it must have been…boring to say the least." She said, smiling at him.

"A magical mark of unknown origin, tied to a unique breach in the veil? Longer than you might think." He turned to look at her. "I ran every test I could imagine, searched the fade, yet found nothing. Cassandra suspected duplicity. She threatened to have me executed as an apostate if I didn't produce results." She chuckled.

"Hahaha, she's like that with everyone." To her amazement he chuckled, only for a moment, then went back to his stoic face.

"Yes." He agreed.

They walked out of the dungeon, and out through the chantry. The sun's ray of light was bright for her that she shields her face for a while. He continued to talk while they walk.

"You were never going to wake up. How could you, a mortal sent physically through the fade? I was frustrated frightened. The spirits I might have consulted had been driven away by the breach. Although I wished to help, I had no faith in Cassandra…or she in me. I was ready to flee."

"But the breach threatened the whole world. Where did you plan to go?" She asked.

"Someplace far away where I might research a way to repair the breach before its effects reached me. I never said it was a good plan." He replied.

"Cassandra will have men after you if you did leave." She said.

"True, but I have ways of getting unnoticed." He replied.

'Wow…his mysteriousness just got more…'

'Intense!'

'Ugh…he is not helping me with my desires right now.'

'Just jump him already like you did in your past dreams!'

'No! shut up!'

Solas turned around and reached his hands out at the breach in the sky. She looked at the sky above.

'Was…that breach always there in my dreams?'

"I told myself; one more attempt to seal the rifts. I tried and failed. No ordinary magic would affect them. I watched the rifts expand and grow, resigned myself to flee, and then…"

The memory of their first meeting, first time she closed the rift, his hand on her marked hand played. Then disappeared. He turned around, walked closer to her. She looked up at him.

'Damn…his tall…'

'You're probably drooling.'

'Stop lying.'

'Stop talking to yourself!'

"It seems you hold the key to our salvation. You had sealed it with a gesture…and right then, I felt the whole world change." He said, his eyes looking at her with…lust? Hunger? She took a deep breath. She can feel her blood rising on her cheeks.

"Felt the whole world change?" She whispered.

"A figure of speech." He replied, smiling.

She stepped closer towards him, their bodies almost touching eachother. Solas, taken aback by her boldness slowly stepped back. He didn't get far when she grabbed his arm, and pulled him close to her body. He looked at her eyes, it was burning with lust, and hunger. She cupped his chin, and pulled him closer to her.

"I'm aware of the metaphor. I'm more interested in 'felt'." She whispered, looking him in the eyes, he in turn.

"You...change…everything." He managed to whisper.

"My…my…who would have thought…you're a sweet talker." She teased.

Before he could reply, she kissed him hard, he was surprised at her abruptness. His never seen her this bold before. She drew back from their kiss, and looked at him. His surprised look made her turn around, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry I didn't-"

Her words were cut short, when he swiftly turned her around and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as she put her arms around his neck. He drew back for a moment, looking at her. His eyes showed hesitancy, like he was fighting himself. She looked at him confused, wondering if she had done something wrong. He shook his head and kissed her again, this time with passion. He licked her lips, tongue begging for entrance and she obliged. He picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her back hit against the wall. Their tongues wrestling eachother for dominance. He squeezed her ass, that made her moan softly. With one hand, and help with his magic, he carefully unbuttons her tunic halfway, showing her bare neck, and collarbone. He pulled away from the kiss, and started kissing her neck. She gasps as his lips made contact with her skin. Happy with her reaction, he smirked and nibbled on her neck, this lead her to moan a little. Lavellan, unable to accept defeat licked his neck. She felt his body shiver at the touch. Curious, she kept licking and then began to suck on his neck. Solas, groaned softly on her neck. He pulled away, and shook his head at her. She grinned at him. He kissed her with such force, that it made her gasps, and he took the opening and slid his tongue in. The kiss, felt like hunger and lust combined together.

He slid a hand down her tunic, and started playing with her breast. His other hand supporting her, as her legs tightly wrapped around him. She felt something hard between, and brushed against it. Solas let out a small moan. He licked her neck up to the tips of her ear and sucked on it softly. Her body shivered in delight and groaned in pleasure. She slowly led one of her hand down between them and stroked his hardness through his trousers. Solas, moaned in her ear. His eyes dilated, and without thinking bit her ear. She arched her back, and gasps. He pulled her tunic down her shoulders, and opened it slightly, showing one of her breasts. He licked her nipple, and proceeded to suck on it. She bit her lip, she could feel her wetness. Her hand felt the pulse of his hardened manhood. She undoes his belt and slid her hand down his, stroking and circling her thumb over his head. He kissed her again with so much heat and passion, that it made her head spin.

As soon as it started, it also ended quickly. He pulled away and set her down, both panting from their making out. He looked at her, eyes full of sadness, regret, pain, and confusion. She stared at him, confused.

"I'm sorry…we shouldn't." He started.

"Solas…?" She held her tunic tight, covering herself.

"It isn't right. Not even here." He said.

"Here?" Now she is even more confused.

"Where do you think we were?" He asked.

"My…dream? I believe this is my dream." She answered, hesitant.

"Are you sure?"

She started thinking. Then realization dawned on her. "This…is the fade." She whispered.

"That's a matter of debate…probably best discussed after you wake up."

Lavellan abruptly sat up on her bed. The sun lighting up her room. She groaned and put her hands on her face.

"Fenedhis!" She hissed.

In the rotunda, Solas got up from his couch, smiling to himself.


It has been a week since the dream…well the fade and she hasn't gone to talk to him about it. She was too embarrassed, and ashamed. Instead she hid herself by hanging out with Sera and Erelan. The three of them along with Bull, had gone to Crestwood and Storm Coast to close out the remaining rifts, and kill bandits and other creatures. After finishing up, they started heading back to Skyhold. Sera, was very happy to be gone from both areas.

"Next time you ask me to join you on a side mission. Let me know where." She said.

"What? Sera hates the rain?" Erelan teased.

"Too much water!" She replied. Bull roared a laugh.

"It wasn't that bad Sera." Lavellan said.

"Oh sure…being soaked through isn't bad at all." Muttered Sera.

They made camp at Hinterlands for the night. Bull took the duty of making food, while Sera cleaned her bow, and dipping her arrows in poison. Lavellan and Erelan gathered more wood for the fire. Erelan unable to contain her curiosity any longer from Lavellan, asked.

"So, I noticed you have been avoiding Solas this week. Are you…two okay?"

Lavellan, dropped her share of wood on the ground. Shocked.

"Sorry!"

She dropped down and started picking them up. Erelan put hers down on the side and crouched down infront of her. She took Lavellan's hands and held it with hers.

"Levy…what's wrong?" Erelan asked, concerned.

"You will think it's stupid." She replied.

"I doubt it. Tell me."

Lavellan sighed. "We…kissed."

"A kiss…made you feel troubled?"

"Well… it wasn't just…a kiss. I thought it was just one of my dream. Until…he told me…it was the fade."

"You and Solas were in the fade kissing? Shouldn't you be happy about that?"

"No…yes…but it was more…than a kiss." She said, shyly.

"More than a kiss…meaning? You are not making sense right now."

Lavellan took a deep breath. "We…did more than a kiss…he…I…touched…-"

"I get the picture." Erelan stopped her, knowing well what transpired.

"I thought it was just my dream! I mean yes I have fantasies about him and I going all out with eachother, but that is only in my dream. I didn't realize that…we were in the fade!" Lavellan blurted out. "I promised him time to think about…us, but now…I don't know. I can't bring myself to talk to him about what happened…I'm too scared…ashamed…and worried what he thinks of me now." She looked down, unable to look at Erelan.

"Oh…my dear sister…" She hugged Lavellan. "I don't think his thoughts or feelings about you changed just because of that night. I'm sure once both of you talk to eachother, everything will be fine."

"You may be right…but…I don't know how to approach the topic. I've never done this sort of thing before." Lavellan replied.

"Everything will be alright. Just have courage. You are the inquisitor are you not."

"You know…I hate that title…sister…" Lavellan grumbled.

"You are just so adorable! You finally called me sister!" She hugged Lavellan tightly.

"I never called you that before?" Lavellan asked, surprised.

"Not…really. But no matter, I'm just glad you did!" Erelan smiled.

Lavellan let out a loud sigh. "What should I do?"

"Talk to him. I'm sure…his waiting for you. Avoiding him is not going to make things easier. Your paths will cross one way or another." Erelan replied.

"I suppose your right." She agreed.

"I must admit…for a woman who fights, darkspawns, demons, and faced the magister…who knew that this simple thing makes the inquisitor scared." Erelan teased. Lavellan rolled her eyes

Lavellan and Erelan picked up their share of wood and walked back to the camp. Bull had finished making dinner and together they all ate and went to sleep. In the early morning, they rode back towards Skyhold. They arrived in Skyhold at night. Sera and Bull already making their way to the Tavern. Erelan and Lavellan walking together towards the throne room, separating as Erelan walked inside the Rotunda towards her room. Lavellan caught a glimpsed of Solas back, he was painting. Her heart skipped a beat, and with that she ran towards her chamber and plopped herself on her bed.


Erelan turned around and saw Lavellan running away. She closed the door behind her and made herself comfortable on his sofa. Solas, knowing full well who it is. He set down his brush, and turned around to face her.

"On dhea'lam." She smiled.

"Asa'ma'lin" He nodded. "How was your trip."

"Oh it was…interesting, though I believe Sera hated every moment of it. Rain was everywhere. Also…I was told something…quite…intriguing."

"What, may I ask would that be?" Solas raised an eyebrow.

She grinned, and got up from her spot and started walking towards the door, that leads to Cullen's room and then her room. She turned around and spoke in elvhen.

"Isa'ma'lin, don't lead her on...if you're not committed like she is to you."

"Ar eolasa."

"On nydha." She said.

"On nydha." He replied.

She closed the door behind him, and walked away. She saw Cullen's room still has light on. He was still awake, most likely reading reports, or planning something. She walked slowly opened the door, and saw him slumped on his chair, papers scattered on his desk, and floor. He fell asleep reading a report. She walked towards him, admiring his peaceful slumber. She took off her cloak, and wrapped it around him. She stared at him for a moment, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, and blew the candle out. She walked out of his room, and went inside her room. She slid down her door, and pulled her knees towards her and leaned her head down.

'I should heed my own advice as well.'


Lavellan and all three of her advisors stayed in the war room for almost the entire morning. Josephine has gotten an invitation for the WinterBall coming in just two months. Already she felt Josephine and Leliana's eyes upon her. She knew well what is going on in their heads. Dresses. Shoes. Orlesian fashion. She quickly dismissed the meeting and bolted out the door, before both of them got a chance to ambush her. Now that it clear that the inquisition is going to the ball, no place is safe for her to relax, except…the rotunda. Solas, is respected but still feared by everyone, except her and Erelan. She heard Josephine and Vivienne talking above the balcony, she looked up and they were staring at her. She quickly opened the door to the rotunda and closed it behind her. Solas, who is reading a book, looked up and saw her standing by the door. He raised an eyebrow, confused. She walked towards him and looked up to see if Leliana is in sight. To her relief she was not, but that doesn't mean she isn't there listening. She walked closer to Solas, and whispered so only he can hear.

"I am trying to escape from three very wicked women." She said.

Solas closed his book and stood up, towering over her. She backed up a bit, intimidated and still shy around him when he is this close, except in dreams.

"I suppose my room is…safer than anywhere else." He replied.

"No one…comes…bothering you…since…they…are afraid…of you." She said, hesitant.

"I see. Should I take that as a compliment or…should I be offended?"

Her poor choice of words made her realize she is accusing him as a wanted apostate.

"Creators! No, what I mean is that I feel safe being with you."

"Oh? Are you sure your safe with me?" He took a step forward; she took a step back.

"I…yes?" She replied. Backing up as he kept walking forward.

"You don't seem to be sure, Da'len." He said.

"I…I…uh…" She gasps as her back hit the wall. Solas pressed both his hands on the wall, trapping her. She looked down, unable to stare him in the eyes. He cupped her chin and lifted it up to face him. He leaned down to her ear and whispered.

"Tell me, do you still feel safe with me?" He asked.

She stiffened, holding her breath as she stared at his eyes. Before she could answer the door opened. Josephine's footsteps and voice came through.

"Messerre Solas, I saw the inqui-" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the position both party are in. "Oh…forgive me. I didn't mean to disturb you." She said looking away, blushing.

Vivienne's voice came behind her. "Is something wrong dear?" She looked pass Josephine and saw Solas and Lavellan. "Well…we should come back another time." She turned around and walked out.

"Inquisitor…Messerre Solas." Josephine bowed and walked away, closing the door behind her.

Lavellan let out a loud sigh of relief. Embarrassed as she is, she was glad that she escaped the clutches of both women, for now. Solas, laughed. She stared at him confused. Why is he laughing?

"It seems you were correct. You are safe with me from them." He said.

"You were testing?" She asked.

"I merely wanted to confirm, the sound of their heels wasn't exactly soft to not hear them walking towards here." He said, pulling away from her. He didn't get far as she grabbed his arm. He turned around and looked at her.

"I…thank…you." She said, letting go of his arm.

"You're welcome. Please, have a sit." He gestured her towards the couch, and she sat down. He went back to his table to arrange some papers on the desk. She stared at him for a moment. Day dreaming about him. He broke the silence and her thoughts.

"Did you sleep well…last week?" He asked, now leaning on the desk watching her. She blinked, confused for a moment then realized he is asking about the night in the fade. Her face turned crimson red. He chuckled.

"When I asked you teach me about the fade…I didn't think we would be…doing it in the fade." She replied.

"I recall…it was you who initiated the kiss."

"I recall you initiated the tongue." She retorted.

"I did no such thing." He denied.

"Oh? So your saying…I held myself on the wall and played with my breast and planted kisses everywhere on my neck and ear? Does it not count if it's only fade-oral sex?" Her respond came out a little aggressive than she wanted.

Solas looked away. She stood up and walked pass him. She didn't get far when he grabbed her hand. "Ir abelas…it has been a long time, and things have always been easier for me in the fade. I am not certain this is the best idea…it could lead to trouble."

"I promised…to give you time, and told you I will wait. I was not lying when I said those words to you. I am willing to take that chance, if you are." She said, staring at the ground.

Solas closed his eyes, reluctant to say or do anything. Against his better judgement he spun her around and embraced her. Lavellan caught off guard, eyes wide, surprised at his actions, didn't know what to do. Solas cupped her face, leaned down and kissed her. The kiss is sweet, and tender. Lavellan returned that kiss with the same affection. As they parted, he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his forehead on her shoulder.

"You…will be my undoing." He whispered. How those words rang true for him.

They stayed silent, embracing eachother. Enjoying eachother's warmth and company.

"Should…we tell everyone about us?" She asked.

He leaned his chin on her shoulder. "The Inquisitor and an apostate together…I don't think people will accept it."

"Not unless I order them to accept it." She replied, haughtily. He chuckled and looked at her.

"Abusing your powers already inquisitor?" He teased.

She groaned in disgust. "You know…I hate that title. Call me anything but that."

"Vhenan."

The word sent shivers down her spine. Her knees felt weak and she would of fell if Solas wasn't holding her. They stayed intertwined with eachother for a long while, unbeknownst to them two figures have been watching the entire scene from above.


Lavellan happily skipped around Skyhold. She greeted everyone with the brightest smile she has ever shown. As she turned around after closing the last door to her chamber, Dorian and Erelan were sitting on her couch, wide grin across their face. Her happy demeanor changed to curiosity.

"Dorian. Ery. What brings you both here?" She asked, walking towards them.

"Hello to you too." Dorian replied.

"Sorry…Hi. Now answer my question." Lavellan replied.

"Funny you asked, Dorian and I happened to stumble upon an interesting book." Erelan started.

"Yes, and as we…read a scene, it got interesting and we couldn't help but kept on…reading." Dorian said.

"You came all the way to my chamber because of a book?"

"Not just any book, a rare one." Erelan corrected.

"Indeed." Dorian agreed.

"Alright, what is this about really." Lavellan folded her arms.

"Dorian…we should just tell her." Erelan looked at him.

"But we were having so much fun, why end it now." Dorian replied.

"Levy, we saw the whole thing. You and Solas." She admitted.

Lavellan's face turned red. "What!? The whole thing? Meaning…?"

"Everything my little dove, from start to finish." Dorian finished. She stayed quiet, stunned and embarrassed.

"Don't worry your guy's secret is safe with us." Dorian assured her.

"Though…I don't know how long." Erelan said.

Lavellan feeling defeated, slumped between them on the couch. They gave her a group hug.

"I cannot imagine what you see from that…hobo apostate." Dorian said.

"He is not a hobo." Lavellan defended.

"Watch your choice of words my dear, this dragon will bite your tongue off." Teased Erelan.

"Oh…I don't know about that. Who would ever want to destroy this perfectly made, handsome and devious me?"

"I could think of some…namely…some of your people…oh and the Qun." Lavellan responds.

"Point taken." Dorian agreed. "But they can try, you know I won't go down that easily."

"So…tell us, is it official?" Erelan asked, eagerly.

"I…think so?" She replied, unsure.

"What do you 'think so'?" Dorian asked, confused. "We saw you two all over eachother."

"Well…not exactly all over, but lovingly." Erelan corrected.

"He…called me Vhenan. I guess…it is official?" She replied in doubt.

"Knowing Solas, he probably wouldn't just call you Vhenan on a whim." Erelan said.

"Can we talk human here? You know we do have a human in the room." Dorian said.

"Oh! Sorry my good looking friend, Vhenan means heart. Elves call the person they gave their heart to with that word." Erelan explained.

"Ah, thank you my beautiful flower. I take it as official then."

"Just…promise me, the both of you to keep this quiet? Please?" Lavellan begged.

"You have our word." They both replied in unison.

Dorian and Erelan left Lavellan's chamber after much questions on how it happened, who said what, and how are they going to hide this from everyone. Skyhold is full of people. As the inquisitor, she is secretly followed by Leliana's spies and guarded. No doubt Leliana probably already heard or knows about her started relationship with Solas. Lavellan laid down on the couch, and sighed heavily. It was now midafternoon, and already she is exhausted. She gathered up her strength and walked out her chamber and out the throne room, and started walking towards the Tavern, it has been a while since her last visit.

Author's notes:

Well this chapter is done!

I apologize for the...failed attempt on the smut part.

I will try again next time!

Woohoo! One couple down! One more to go!

Cullen needs some loving too!

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!

Until next time! O/