Title: Take Me

Chapter 3: Manipulation

Soora never stated that the truce ended, nor did she confirm the truce was still on. Solas sat next to her at breakfast – pondering. He knew by now everyone knew who he was, Sera's new nickname for him was a tip-off. Wolfie Godness. Varric has at least agree to stick to 'Chuckles.' Solas felt Soora's hand on his thigh, he could hear the smirk on her lips as she sipped at her tea. Most of the group have left breakfast to start the daily chorus or duties, while some were sent away on new missions by Soora.

"So, do you have the essence of Fen'Harel...or are you Fen'Harel?" Cassandra asked, curious. She opening admitted days ago that all this was bullshit after punching him in the face. Thankfully she's calmed down and now only threatens him. He noticed Cassandra has become overprotective about Soora. Big sister, like. He liked that – in a weird way. Sera on the other hand had made it clear that if he hurt 'Quizzy' again that he would be ten feet under, even if he was a God.

"I am Fen'Harel." Solas confirmed for her. He felt Soora move closer to him, very unnoticeable if not for her hand shifting on his thigh with her.

"You were there when Arlathan fell – so you must know what really happened," Cassandra leaned forward, hoping for some explanation.

"Abelas was not wrong when he said the elves were the reason for the fall – other then that I cannot say." Solas looked over at Soora who still had a smug look on her face. He cautiously looked at her, an eyebrow raised. What is she planning?

"Cassandra, I'm going to need the day off on my...Inquisitor duties. Something has just come to my attention." Soora lightly pulled on the hem of Solas' leggings, making him flush a little.

Cassandra looked between the two and cleared her throat, nodding, "Yes...I will inform your advisors..." With that Cassandra left the Tavern and only Soora and Solas remained on the main floor.

"Vhenan, I-"

"I want to learn our language. Ancient Elven. Your language." Soora looked at him with pleading eyes.

Solas smirked a little, "You are giving up your Inquisitor duties to learn our language? Again?"

"At Mythal's Temple I-" Soora sighed turning her back towards him, "I felt like an idiot. Morrigan could read the words and I just...just stood there. These were my people's language! If Morrigan wasn't there and I hadn't brought you–"

"I will teach you," Solas stated, nodding at her.

"Solas, I-"

"On one condition," Solas smirked as Soora made a noise of distain. She hummed waiting for the condition.

"I am your teacher again," Solas pulled her towards him, pressing her back onto his chest, "You must do exactly as I say-"

"But-"

"Whatever I say-"

"Sol-

"Whenever I say-"

"Wolfie." Solas grabbed her chin, forcing her to look straight at him. Her breath got caught in her throat as Solas stared at her with longing and lust filled eyes. He smirked as he saw the blush creeping over her cheeks.

"First, no more truces, no time outs, no more running." Solas waited for acknowledgment.

Soora opened her mouth, "For you too. Don't run."

Solas moved his face a few centimeters closer to her, allowing her condition as well, "Fair enough. Second, you will not question how I choose to teach."

"Safe word?" Soora asked.

Solas shook his head and moved closer, "You will not need one."

"How do you-"

"Third, do not talk back." Solas said sternly. Soora nodded, meekly, squirming in her seat. Is this seriously turning me on? She squirmed again and bit her lip. Yup, shit. Solas took notice to this, a smug look graced his features.

"Fourth," Solas let go of her chin and pulled her closer to him. Soora's eyes looking anywhere but at him. She could hear him smirking at her discomfort. He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her in place as she squirmed.

"Look at me."

Tease.

"Vhenan."

Torturer.

"Look."

No.

"Now." She reluctantly looked over her shoulder at him and held in a small moan as he pressed his lips against hers. She didn't realize Solas' hand was already making it's way up her tunic. His hand cupped her, his hand brushing lightly over her nipple. Soora gasped into his mouth as she felt her small clothes becoming reluctantly wet.

Fuck.

He pulled back a smirk on his face as she leaned in, looking for his lips.

"Fourth, we start in an hour. I will bring the necessary books to your quarters, da'len." Solas lingered near her lips for a slight moment before getting up and leave. Soora sat there, panting slightly and cursing under her breath.

ADD NOTE: I am not particularly fond of the Inquisitor's forced wardrobe in the game (a lot of people aren't from what I've seen), so post-game I'm having her wear different clothes and more suitable for the cold weather – as well as other companions (even Iron Bull.) If I do decide to add flashbacks, if the flashback is in Skyhold she will be wearing the weirdly colored clothes that make no sense in that kind of weather.