Author's Notes:
First off I am soo sorry for the delay! Work has me tied up!
Second This is just a short chapter about our lovers
Third I'd like to thank the people the favorited and followed this story you guys are what keeps me going!
Also…I wrote this around midnight…till like morning, so there may be some grammar/spelling issues! Sorry!
But! Here is chapter 22! ENJOY!
P.S. I suck at love scenes... if anyone is willing to help me out I'll gladly co-write with you!
Confessions
It has been two weeks since Lavellan have been seen. Aside from Dorian, Sera, Solas and Erelan, not everyone, even the advisors had seen her in those two weeks. Mourning in Dalish Culture lasts for a year and traditions to abide. Unfortunately, being The Inquisitor does not give you that privilege, mourning for the death of your clan has to be short lived. In the Tavern, most of the companions with the exceptions of Cole, Solas, and Erelan sat down together for a drink.
"Dorian, Sera how is the inquisitor since you last saw her?" Cassandra asked, taking a drink.
"Well…if being under the covers, staring at nothing and most of all haven't taken a bath in over two weeks is fine…then let's go with that." Dorian replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"She can't help it, her whole clan just got…" Sera trailed off with her sentence.
Everyone in the table went silent, and sighed simultaneously. Bull growled in frustration, and chugged his drink before speaking.
"Hopefully we will find the bastard that ordered the kill and once we do, I want to personally kill that son of a bitch."
"I'm with you on that big guy." Sera said.
"Yeah, count me in too." Blackwall said raising his drink and then chugging it.
Everyone else nodded in agreement and chugged their drink. After finishing up, they all slammed their now empty cups on the table making a loud THUD. The door bursts open and Sutherland, the 'most eager to help' guy, looked around. When he found them he ran up to them, panting and straightened himself in front of them. Worse. She ran away.
"The Inquisitor!" He started. They all looked at him confused and horrified that something bad had happened to Lavellan.
"Spit it out already!" Cassandra commanded.
"Right. Sorry. She is out of her chambers, and in the War Room along with the Advisors." He said.
"Are you sure?" Blackwall asked.
"Yes. I saw her with my own eyes! I was giving my report to Commander Cullen. I saw her there, standing with them." He replied.
They all looked at eachother, debating if he is lying or not. Bull was the first to stand up.
"His not lying, I can tell if someone is lying." He said.
"Well then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Sera exclaimed, already running out the door.
The rest of the group, patted Sutherland and thanked him for the information. He looked at them with so much inspiration in his eyes. It's no secret to everyone in Skyhold that the new recruit idolizes the Inquisitor and her inner circle. Hell, everyone in Skyhold admires all of them.
The group ran all the way towards the hallway, and stopped mid-center. As always the hallway is packed with their noble guests. They couldn't exactly go in the War Room without being invited. Or they would face the wrath of Josephine, and no one wants to see that, so they waited patiently outside.
"I just realized something…or maybe it's just me." Varric started. "But…does anyone know how long until their meeting is over?"
They all looked at eachother with an 'o' expression. No one had thought to ask Sutherland how long ago the meeting happened.
"It…should be over soon. It is…almost noon." Dorian said.
"True…but…let's not forget their meetings don't always ends the same time." Varric replied.
They groaned in frustration. Then, they heard the door open behind them from the rotunda. They turned around and saw Erelan coming out, and closing the door.
"Ery!" Sera called out.
Erelan turned around and saw them. She smiled and waved back as she gracefully walked towards them.
"Hi guys." She greeted them.
"Hey, is Solas in there?" Bull asked.
"Yes. Though he is currently busy with the new tomes Leliana gave him for research."
"Do you by any chance know if Lavellan is in the meeting with the advisors right now?" Dorian asked.
"Yes, the meeting started early this morning. Surprisingly, it was Lavellan that called the meeting."
Everyone looked at her and then to eachother shocked. Lavellan actually made the call? That's surprising. Now they are even more eager to see their friend. As if on cue, the door that leads to the war room, opened. Josephine, Leliana, Cullen and Lavellan all came out. They were still talking about whatever they discussed during the meeting. Leliana was the first one to see them.
"This is a surprise; is there a party we don't know about?" She joked.
"What's going on here?" Lavellan came up from behind her.
Dorian was the first to swiftly grab her and give her a big hug.
"You had us all worried! Especially me, you know having wrinkles on my face is bad. Now I have to find a way to get rid of them." He jests.
"I'm sorry Dorian, I will do my best not to have your pretty face covered in wrinkles." She replied, chuckling.
"Hey hey hey, my turn! You can't hog her all to yourself you know." Sera said, pulling Dorian away and giving her a hug.
Lavellan gave a short laugh. Her appearance changed dramatically in the two weeks she was mourning. Her eyes that was full of life, now look lifeless. Her skin that glowed, is now pale, hair that was smooth and silky to the touch is anything but. Even then, pass all that, underneath she is still their inquisitor, their friend. One by one they gave her a hug.
"Well…since everyone is here. I do have some announcement to make." Josephine started, clearing her throat. "First, I have tailors arriving later on today to measure each of you for the upcoming Winter Ball."
Everyone, except Dorian moaned in displeasure. Josephine continued.
"Second, there will be a dance Lesson first thing tomorrow. Everyone will attend no exceptions." She said, glaring at Sera and Bull, who both looked away. "The instructors will arrive tonight."
"How long is this going to be exactly?" Lavellan asked. "You didn't go into details in our meeting."
"Yes well, the dance lessons will be held every morning, until I am sure everyone is ready for the Ball."
Sera muttered something under her breath. Lavellan sighed in defeat. Dorian on the other hand seems to be excited.
"Well…I know I won't need a dance lesson, but I would be happy to watch." He quips.
"Ah yes, Messere Pavus. I was wondering if you could also help with the lesson."
"Oh no, no. I would be the worst teacher. Also I am not a patient man."
"But with your experience-"
"I'm sorry my dear, but I can't."
With those words, Dorian left the group.
"Sneaky man…" Blackwall muttered.
"Well, now that I announced what I needed to say. Please excuse me, I have preparations to do."
Josephine left the group, but before she disappeared she turned around.
"Oh Commander, you're also part of the lesson." With that, she closed the door, leaving a stunned commander.
Lavellan couldn't help but laugh.
"This should be interesting." She said, through her laugh.
"Inquisitor…" Cullen sighed.
"I should get going, I have messages to send and reports to get through." Leliana said, leaving the group.
Everyone agreed it was time to leave, but not before giving Lavellan one last hug and words of comfort. Lavellan, Erelan and Cullen were now left together.
"Ery…is…Solas in the rotunda?"
"Yes, he is."
"Is he busy?"
"No." Erelan could see the hesitation in her. "You should go talk to him. I bet he will be happy you're up and walking." She said, smiling at her.
"Oh…okay. Thank you."
Lavellan gave Ery a hug and left towards the Rotunda. Cullen and her watched as Lavellan disappeared behind closed door. Silence. Awkward Silence.
"I…Uh…" Cullen started, rubbing his neck.
"Commander." Lavellan said.
"Yes." Cullen replied, startled she called him Commander instead of Cullen.
"If you have time…I'd like to discuss a matter." She said.
"Of course." He replied, confused.
"Until then."
She swiftly left the hallway towards the courtyard. Cullen, stunned and unable to move watched as she disappeared from sight. He was about to make his way through the rotunda when he remembered Lavellan and Solas are in there together. So, he took the long way back to his chamber.
Lavellan closed the door behind her, and slowly made her way towards Solas. There, on his desk he is sitting and reading something. He looked up and saw Lavellan standing by the door.
"Inquisitor." He greeted, surprised.
"Sorry…I didn't realize you were…busy. Ery said you weren't." She replied. "I can come back later."
"No, please come in."
He got up from his chair and moved towards her. She smiled sheepishly and met him halfway. Solas stared at her, tucking strands of hair behind her ear.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"No, but…I'm getting there." She replied, smiling weakly. Silence filled them.
"Inquisitor...I...do you have a moment?" He blurted out suddenly. Lavellan looked at him surprised but nodded in understanding. "If it's no trouble...can we go somewhere more private?"
"Of course. Would my chamber suffice?"
"Yes."
She took the lead to her chamber as Solas followed silently behind. Prying eyes followed them until they disappeared into her chamber. Upon arriving, Solas made his way towards the balcony. Lavellan stared at him, curious of his actions.
"What were you like?" He started. "Before the anchor. Has it affected you? Changed you in any way? Your mind, your morals, your... spirit?"
She looked at her marked hand as it gave off a faint light. "I wouldn't know…" She replied, walking towards him and standing next to him.
"Ah." Was all that came out from him.
Confused, she stared at him, searching his face. "Why the sudden question?"
"You...are not what I expected."
She raised an eyebrow, and blinked several times, taken aback from his response. "Sorry...to disappoint?" She said, almost a question.
"No, on the contrary...I am glad to have met you." He replied, smiling warmly at her. She couldn't help but blush at his words. "If the Dalish could raise someone with a spirit like yours... have I misjudged them?" He looked at her, like literally looked at her, his eyes dig deep into her soul.
"No, we Dalish pride ourselves with what little we know. But, I am who I am, my actions are mine alone."
He turned around, pondering at her reply. " But you have shown a subtlety in your action. A wisdom that goes against everything I know of your people."
Already at her ends wit, she closed in on him, a hand on his shoulder.
"Solas, what is this about?" He turned around and stared into her eyes. Instead of his usual calculating, and deep searching, they looked at her with love and adoration.
'Oh creators! I think I'm about to faint! Why couldn't he look at me that way before?!'
He cupped her face, and she stared into his eyes, looking at them with love and longing.
"I...I haven't forgotten the kiss."
Her eyes went wide, a wide smile formed on her face. She put her hands behind her back, moving closer towards him, bodies almost touching but not quiet. She looked at him, challenging him to make a move.
'I've been making all the moves. Your turn!'
Solas smiled a little and shook his head. He took his hands off her face and started to draw back.
'Fenedhis! really?! No!'
'Think of your pride woman!'
'I am not letting this man go! fuck my pride!'
Without hesitation she grabbed his arm, before he could go further. Solas made no attempt to pull from her grip.
"Don't go." She whispered, almost pleading.
"It would be kinder in the long run." He said, voice cracking.
'Don't do it! Do not turn around!'
'I can't. I…'
"But losing you would be-"
He swiftly turned around and grabbed her waist and kissed her with so much heat and passion, she almost lost her footing. She was surprised at first but deepened the kiss. Solas' hand trailed down to her ass, and squeezed it, making her yelp in surprise. He slowly pulled away, much to her dismay, and embraced her.
"Ar lath ma Vhenan.' He whispered, as their foreheads touch.
Lavellan, shocked at his words, just stared at him. Lost for words. She pulled his head closer, and kissed him. Solas returned the kiss, licking her lips, asking for entrance, in which she abide. Their tongues wrestled for domination, making them both moan in pleasure. Without breaking their heated kiss, Solas picked her up and walked towards her bed. He laid her down as he positioned himself ontop of her, mouths still locked.
He slowly untucked her tunic, as he pulled it halfway up, showing only her toned, yet soft to the touch belly. He pulled from the kiss, and started planting small kisses from her neck all the way down to her belly. Lavellan let out a small gasp as he kissed her belly. If Solas had hair she would grab it, but instead she gripped the bedsheets as he started licking, and sucking softly on her belly.
'Fuck! I hope he doesn't stop! Please let him keep going!'
Her eyes shot open when she no longer felt his warmth and little kisses. She wasn't sure when she had closed her eyes, but she sure as hell know that Solas had stopped what he was doing. She looked up, and found him still ontop of her, at least he is still here.
"Solas? What's wrong?" She asked, thinking she had done something wrong.
"Nothing ma'lath." He replied tracing her face down to her body. "You are so beautiful." He whispered, as he leaned in and gave her a sweet kiss.
Lavellan couldn't help but blush. She never really thought of herself as beautiful, especially when she just came out from mourning. Yet, here is this perfect, handsome, sometimes adorable man calling her beautiful. She held his face with her hands, looking at him with admiration. How did she fall madly inlove with this man, she has no idea. Who cares? He has finally confessed to her, finally faced the fact he loves her. She is finally happy and feeling the weight of everything that had happened lifted.
Solas leaned in and kissed her neck. She let out a soft moan. Intrigued by her response, he slowly worked his way up to the tip of her ears. She shivered underneath him, as he started licking and sucking her ear. Lavellan gasp, and bit her lips, her hands gripping tightly on the bed sheets. Solas, enjoying her reaction went further and softly bit the tip. This apparently produced an interesting outcome. She moaned so loud that if there were guards by the door right now they would hear her. He couldn't help but grin. His Vhenan, has very sensitive ear.
"Fenedhis! Solas!" She hissed through her gritted teeth.
"Yes, Vhenan?" He whispered at her ear, making her shudder.
"You are not playing fair." She said.
"How am I not playing fair?" He asked, as he started nibbling on her ear.
"This-ah!...uhm...what..."
She didn't have a chance to finish her sentence when he suddenly kisses her so aggressively, their mouths clashing eachother. He withdrew from her slightly, tracing her Vallaslin, admiring her. All the reasons of why he shouldn't be doing this left him, as he lifts her tunic off, her bare breasts infront of him. Apparently she didn't feel the need to wear her bindings today. Solas massages one of her breast and starts sucking on the other. She moaned in pleasure, as he wriggles his tongue around her hardened nipple. He sucks, nips and squeezes them, making her arch her back slightly.
"Solas." She moaned.
The way she moaned his name, sent shockwaves through his body. His left hand slid over the skin of her taut stomach and pulled at the lacings of her pants. Sucking her breast as he moved to pull her pants off in one fluid motion. Lavellan gasp as his hand touched her very wet sex. Solas started twirling one of his finger on her clit, making her mind completely shut down.
"Ah! S...so..solas!"
"Vhenan." He whispered. "I will make you come undone, then take you over and over and over until you can no longer move." He growled.
"Hmmm...ah! Please...do…"
He softly bit her nipple, as he started sliding in a finger inside her hot, very wet sex.
"Oh! Creators!" She gasps.
She held on Solas' shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin. Solas let out a soft groan, apparently the pain that came from her grip turned him on even more. He started moving his finger in and out of her sex. Solas watched her as she bit her lip, arched her back, and moaned.
"So...las...Ah!"
He loved every minute of it. He slid another finger inside, eliciting a loud moan coming out from her.
"Oh fuck! Ahh!"
He grinned playfully, satisfied with her reaction. He started to fastened his pace. In and out in and out. Solas could feel her tightening, she is close. Lavellan panted, moaned and begged.
"Solas...please...I ahh! I ca-ahh! sathan!" She pleaded.
"Ma nuvenin."
He went faster, making a 'squish' sound as he goes. She arched her back, and clung unto him as she released.
"Solas!" She screamed.
Solas had to cover her mouth to muffle her scream. He slowly pulled out his fingers, covered with her sweet nectar. He licked his fingers clean.
"Mar rodhe ir'on."He saidand then kissed her. She tasted herself on his mouth, but that just ignited more passion.
Lavellan wasn't the kind to just take it, with a swift move, Solas is suddenly on the bed, with her ontop. He looked at her shocked, and amused at the same time. She grinned playfully at him.
"My turn." She whispered on his ear.
She slowly licked his neck, and softly nibbling on his skin. Solas groaned in pleasure.
"This is in the way." She said, as she starts taking his shirt off, and tossing it on the ground. "Much better." She mused.
Her hands started to trace his face, jawline down to his very toned body. She quirked an eyebrow at Solas. Solas chuckled.
"Did not…know you had this kind of body."
"Well…being on your own for so long…you tend to pick up on things." He replied, smirking at her.
She made a 'humm' sound, content with his answer. She starts planting kisses from his chin and down to chest. She stopped, and picked up the necklace that he has been wearing since they first met.
"Is this…a jawbone?" She asked, examining it carefully.
Solas tilted his head up. "Yes. From a wolf."
"A wolf? Did…you kill it for a souvenir? Or does it represent something more?"
"A reminder. From an old friend." He replied, melancholy written all over his face.
Lavellan set the jawbone back on his chest.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to remember something…saddening." She said, noting his expression.
"No, it's alright." He replied, pulling her in a kiss.
She leans in and kisses him. Solas, grabbed one of her breast and started massaging it. She let out a moan into their kiss. She slowly moved her right hand down and starts unlacing his pants. Once done, she slid her hand down and grabbed on his throbbing, very hard member. With her index finger she moves around the tip of his cock. Solas let out a soft moan. She trails little kisses up to his ear.
"I wonder if your…sensitive here…" She whispered on his ear.
"What are—"
Before he could finish, she softly bit the tip of his ear, making him gasp. Apparently he is sensitive. Lavellan giggled, and then licked his ear. Solas moaned, his body shivering from delight. She starts stroking his member, slowly up and down making his body quiver. Using her thumb, she played around on the tip, as she stroked faster.
"Vhe—nan…Ah!"
He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist. Lavellan yelped in surprise, but still stroking his cock with her hand. Solas, looked at her, eyes burning with desire. Lavellan dipped her head at the crook of his neck, and planted kisses, Solas tilted his neck, giving her more access. Slowly she stroked his cock faster, and harder.
"Ah!"
It has been centuries since he had been intimate with anyone. But this is different, she is more than that. It all started with his fascination, curiosity with her. He has never met anyone like her. As the days went on, he had found himself spending less and less time with the fade, and more in the physical world. Then, he fell madly inlove with her, no matter how much he denies it. It's only now he has come to accept this, and now he is on the bed, with her on top of him, stroking his cock. He was so into his thoughts he failed to noticed Lavellan grinding on him, as she strokes him faster. Solas pulled her down and kissed her. Their tongues dancing, lips smacking into eachother.
"Vhe—nan I…" He started.
"You what…Vhenan…" She replied, biting his lower lip.
"I…can't…" He panted.
"Can't what?" She moved faster and a little rough.
"Ah! Vhenan…I…I—Ah!"
Solas came, hard. Lavellan pulled her hand, and licked her hand covered with his seeds. Solas panted heavily. Apparently, it has been forever. His release came too fast, but his cock stayed hard. He quickly turned them around, pinning her on the bed with him ontop again. Lavellan giggled. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Solas quirked an eyebrow.
"Someone is eager to start." He teased.
"Well…waiting for months to finally have you? I'm surprise I lasted this long." She replied.
"You don't have to wait any longer…Vhenan." He leaned down and gives her a passionate kiss.
He swiftly pulled her panties off. She gasps, and unintentionally covered her body with the blankets.
"Why are you hiding your body Vhenan?" He asked, confused but also amused at her reaction.
"I…" She stuttered, blushing madly. "I'm not…confident of my body." She said. Solas shook his head, and slowly pulled the covers off of her.
"You…are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes upon." He said, caressing her face. "With the most magnificent spirit I have ever met."
"Sweet talker…" She teased.
"Only for you. Ma Vhenan." He whispered, as he leans down and kissed her lovingly.
"Hmm…Solas…this is in the way." She said, tugging on his underpants.
He chuckled and started taking his underpants off. Lavellan's eyes went wide, when his cock just…shot up. She gulped, and couldn't help but stare at it. She was not expecting that.
"I see that…you are pleased." His voice broke the trance she was in.
"Ah…well…seems…you have been holding out on me…" She said, blushing madly.
"I hope your ready…Vhenan." He said, growling almost.
Solas parted her legs, and positioned himself between her. She looked at him, eyes burning with desire. Solas slowly lowered his cock closer to her sex. His tip touching her entrance. She gasps. He was about to enter, when a knock on the door have them both rolling on the bed, scrambling under the blankets.
"Inquisitor? The ambassador would like you to come with her to welcome the guests." The servant said behind the door.
"Tell her…I'll be there soon!" Lavellan called out.
They listened intently, until the footsteps faded. Lavellan sighed heavily. Solas couldn't help but laugh. She looked at him, for the first time ever, he is laughing genuinely.
"The inquisitor's work is never done I see." Solas said.
"Unfortunately." She replied, groaning in frustration.
Solas cupped her face. "We will have to finish this later."
"I guess so…but…let's stay like this for a while?" She asked, wrapping her arms around him.
"Of course." He replied, pulling her closely to him.
Solas let out a heavy sigh, and kissed her forehead. He never thought he would find someone like Lavellan. He loves her. He has accepted that fact. The hardest part now, is the guilt that is consuming him. The lying. Erelan had told him he deserves to be happy, for once. 'Take a chance' she said, so he did.
Cullen shuffled through reports over and over again. He couldn't concentrate knowing Erelan had requested to meet with him. Then it occurred to him, she never said what time and where. He put his head on his hands. For almost an hour he tried to concentrate, but unable to. He keeps wondering what could Erelan want to talk about. Then his door opened, he stood up abruptly only to sit back down. It was just one of the scouts.
"Ser. Another report came in about Samson." He said, as he handed Cullen the paper.
"Thank you."
The recruit saluted and went out. Cullen tossed the report on the desk. Although it hasn't been a long time since the last time he saw her, it felt like forever. Of course, he couldn't help but feel excited but also nervous at the same time. Again the door opened, this time he didn't look or budge from his chair. Then someone put a package on the table. Cullen looked up and saw one of his recruit.
"Who sent this?"
"I don't know Commander. I was told to give it to you." The recruit answered.
"Dismissed."
"Ser."
The recruit saluted and left. Cullen looked at the package for a moment. He slowly picked it up and noticed it was a little heavy. He unwrapped the wrappings, and bow strings. As he took out the item, it was a carved statue of a lion. Intricately detailed, from the body to its mane and head. Whoever made it, took its time of carving it. He noticed a letter with handwriting that is delicate and thought out.
"Haunted by your past
those that came before
Nightmares rule your night
fear they come once more
Chased by memories
figures in the dark
Clawing through your mind
they have left their mark
Oh lion, my lion your deafening roar
Will again be as loud as it once was before
We fight through the nightmares, the shades and the fade
Til the war has been won and the tides have been swayed
Sword and shield in hand
not a soul can see
Behind those amber eyes
lies a silent plea
Suffering in silence
the burden you must bare
Getting lost
in the depths of your despair
Lay your past to sleep
let the fear subside
No matter how lost you are
You don't have to hide
The templar on his knees
fighting to be free
Rise anew to be the man
you were meant to be."
I'll be waiting by the guard tower.
-Erelan
Cullen folded the paper, and looked at the figurine again. A small smile crossed his face. Erelan had commissioned this lion for him. He stood up and eagerly made his way towards the guard tower.
Erelan stared at the clear blue sky. Her hair flowing with the wind, as she let her hair down. Skyhold may have changed, but the power and memories it holds still linger. The recruit came back running towards her.
"My lady. I have sent the package." He said, bowing his head slightly.
"Thank you. Here for your trouble." She hands him five silvers.
"…You're too kind my lady." He said, bowing.
She smiled sweetly at him, he blushed. He bowed again and left. It was only a matter of moments until Cullen shows up. She had done some thinking and talking it out with Solas. Of course, he wasn't much help. He has his own problems. She did encourage him on confessing his feelings for Lavellan. She wanted nothing but his happiness. Question is, what of her own? What if nothing works out and she has no choice but to leave everyone? Could she really leave…the only person that has caught her heart? First love. Why does it have to be a human…and an ex-templar. Her thoughts were interrupted when a voice called out.
"Ery."
She felt her heart stop for a moment. She turned around and saw Cullen, standing, rubbing his neck.
"Cullen." She greeted, almost a whisper.
"I…uh…it's a nice day."
"What?"
"It's…there was something you wished to discuss?"
"Ah…yes…"
Erelan started fidgeting with her fingers. Unable to find the words. Suddenly a gust of wind blew her hair. She grabbed whatever she could and held it in place until the wind settled. Cullen almost forgot how to breathe. She looks so beautiful, so…ethereal. When the wind calmed down, strands of hair covered her face. Cullen unknowingly reached and tucked them behind her ear. Erelan, surprised by his action, blushed.
"Oh! Maker…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…" Cullen trailed off.
"It's fine." She said, looking away from him. "Cullen…I…care for you…and—" She sighs.
"What's wrong?" He asked, cupping her face to look at him.
"I…Do you…I mean…you left the templars, but…do you really trust mages? You told me…what happened before…and I…"
"Ery…the moment I saw you…I…felt my world change." He paused.
"Cullen…I…" Erelan hesitated.
"I have…made my feelings known…but…I wonder if you feel the same…" He said, looking at her with those amber eyes, she has fallen for.
"Cullen…I…I do…but…"
"What is stopping you?" He asked.
"I told you before…you're the Commander and I am an apostate. Doesn't that bother you? Were also at war."
"I know…but…I didn't think it was possible. To find love in the middle of war." He caressed her cheek.
"And yet…I'm still here." She replied, smiling at him.
"So you are…it seems too much to ask. But I want to-" He leaned in closer to her.
"Cullen." She breathed his name.
He leaned in closer, their lips almost met when…
"Commander! You wanted a copy of sister Leliana's report." A recruit said walking towards them.
"What?!" Cullen growled. Erelan turned her face away, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Sister Leliana's report. You wanted it delivered "Without Delay"." The recruit explained. He looked at the commander then saw Erelan behind him fidgeting. Then he looked back at the now very pissed off commander. He started backing away. "Or…to your office…right." He ran back towards his office.
"Cullen if you—"
Erelan's words were cut off when Cullen suddenly pulled her and kissed her aggressively. She gasps in surprise, and Cullen took the opportunity to stick his tongue in. After a moment, he pulled away. Both panting from their unplanned heated kiss.
"I'm sorry…that was…um…really nice." He said.
"Who said you could stop?" She teased.
"Really? Good."
He resumed kissing her. The sweet kiss turned into a heated, wanting and longing kiss. His tongue asking for entrance, as she in return gives him access. He pulls her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers ruffling his hair. It was very soft and smooth. Erelan couldn't help but chuckle a little into their kiss. Cullen pulled halfway, looking at her confused.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"Sorry…I didn't realize…your hair would be that soft and smooth. I mean I heard you take care of it…but didn't exactly expect…well…it's not bad, I like it."
"Oh…well…thank you."
Cullen held her close to him. He has never felt this happy, so alive, and so…at peace since becoming a templar. Yet, here he is with the most beautiful woman in his arms. He kissed her head, and pulled her closer to him, unable to let her go. Erelan sighed, and buried her face on his chest. She never thought in…centuries she will ever find someone. Sure, men flocked to the soirees that was held once a year at her temple, but she never liked anyone and most of the time just not show up entirely. Power. They only wanted her for power and elevation in status. But here is a man who has no idea who she truly is, and loves her for her. Almost all of her. She should be happy right? She and her brother have gone through enough; they have the right to be happy…right?
"I should…get back to work…" Cullen said, sighing.
"Hmmm…so soon?"
"Yes, unfortunately." He replied. "If…you have nothing else to do…you could accompany me…maker you're probably busy."
"Well…it's your lucky day, I am actually done for today. Unless…you…have changed your mind?" She said, twirling his hair.
"Never…"
Cullen leaned down to give her a quick kiss. Hand in hand they walked together towards his office/chamber.
Author's Notes:
Yeah…totally different love scenes there.
Thoughts? Questions? Suggestions? Lemme know!
The words on Erelan's letter is an original song: Lion of Ferelden and can be found in Youtube.
/watch?v=-oA-OvP3vME
Also…I was thinking of putting a chapter about Solas and Erelan's big brother, lil sister relationship.
Or just a separate story entirely, maybe one shot? I don't know just thinking.
Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, sorry if it was all over the place, my brain went mush after midnight!
Until next time!
The Inquisitor and companions gets fitted and learns how to dance!
