Title: Take Me

Chapter 5: What Is Sex With A God Like?

Today was going to be a leisure day, Soora decided. No Inquisitor work, not yelling at Bull and Dorian trying to sneak up to her quarters to have a 'quicky' on her bed, no yelling a Sera for hurting Cole's feelings, no yelling at Cassandra when she would try to tackle Varric and punch him, just no yelling, working, or worrying. None of that.

Soora walked toward the rotunda, hoping to set up another session with Solas before things got more hectic again. She opened the door and spotted Solas asleep on the couch. She guessed he would be, it is only a little past dawn. Soora slowly crept over to him and crawled on top of his chest, as quietly as she could but–

"You know I can hear you, right?" Solas mumbled, keeping his eyes closed. Soora sighed and talked in almost a whisper, "I figured."

"Why so early, da'len?" Solas said, shifting his head to look up at her.

"I have nothing to do today," She smiled down at him.

"Then wouldn't you want to sleep in...like everyone else in the world is doing?" Solas groaned, trying to shift his body. "...Da'len, please get off." Soora crossed her arms, "No."

"Da'len," Solas said sternly, closing his eyes.

"This is a...ten right? Or was it four? Twenty?" Soora mocked his tallying system, giggling to herself and she saw an irritated look start to appear on Solas' face.

"You can mark all the tallies you want, Fen'Harel," She leaned down and whispered his name into his ear, "It is not a bad thing if I moan and scream my lovers name aloud."

Solas turned his head to stare up at Soora as she pulled away enough to look at him from he corner of her eye, his eyes noticeable darken quickly, "Be careful what you say, Ma vhenan." She leaned down a little more, her lips only inches from his, her hair falling and tickling his cheeks, "Or what?" She smirked as she waited for him. Soora sat on his chest for the next minute, wondering why Solas hadn't moved. Looking into his eyes was making her feeling just as lustful and weak as–

The next thing she knew, she was trapped – her back pressed again cold, hard floor of the rotunda but she didn't care.

Because his mouth was on hers, and it was the most intense feeling ever.

He attacked her lips, willing them to open for him. Moaning, she relented, letting his tongue in. He had the most wonderful tongue. The warmest.

He was driving her crazy with his kisses alone.

Soora let her hands slide down, raking her nails down his bare back. Solas let his hands run on her bottom, pulling her up, hoisting her until her legs wrapped around his as he pushed her against the wall. He pushed further on the wall, until his ache met her own. Until they collided. She trembled once more and arched into the irresistible heat.

She moaned his name, gripping at his shoulders. He groaned out hers, nipping at her bottom lip. His hands ran down her shirt, traveling up. He stopped for a moment and trailed kissed down her neck, nipping and biting as she whimpered and panted.

"Say it," His teeth lightly nipped at her neck, "Say it again."

He pressed further into her, seeing her bite her lip to keep the noise inside. Solas bit down harder on her neck, "Say it, Soora." He purred her name, pressing against her again.

She moaned softly, "Fen'Harel...take me."

He bucked his hips against hers, harder, "Again."

She cried louder, "Fen'Harel...fuck me."

Without warning, his one hand traveled up, feeling the bare underside of her breast. She moaned louder, as his thumb caressed them. Then, as fast as a wolf, his mouth disentangled and went to latch onto her breast, over her thin shirt.

She whimpered more, as that mouth sucked on a pert, aroused nipple.

"Fe-Fen'Ha–a–arel..."

She was going insane. He was sucking like there was no tomorrow, electrifying her body. Firing up her soul.

And then–

"Wake up."

Soora shot up in bed, panting. She looked around and realized that was just a dream...whether that was Solas in the fade teasing her or just one of those sexual nightmares she has sometimes...Soora fell back in bed wiping forehead with her sleeve.

"Fuck...Solas..." she panted, pressing her palms into her eyes. If that was him...he would tease her all day. She would force him to give her more if she got him alone, or in a corner where no one was looking.

She sighed and let her arms fall to her side, "One thing is right though...nothing to do today." She sat up and felt a sharp pain in her neck. She placed her hand over the pain and massaged it. It felt slick, blood? She pulled her hand away and looked at it, No...just a lot of sweat. She never had that sort of teasing dream before. She still didn't know exactly what to make of it. Switching out of her sweat covered clothes to a new pair of cloths. Seeing as even though her windows were closed and she still felt freezing, she decided to put on a heavy tunic over her clothes today.

"Wolfie Godness," Sera walked down from her room to the main floor of the tavern, seeing he was already here eating breakfast, "Bloody good food, innit?" Solas didn't look up from his meal as Sera sat next to him.

"I need to ask you and Quizzy something," Sera sighed, "Seeing as she ain't here, it will wait."

"You can't just ask me because?"

"Because you're Fen'Harel," Sera looked at his breakfast, stealing a piece of toast, "And because we all know you are Fen'Harel, is why I am even asking this questions."

Solas just sighed and pushed his plate over to her, "I'm done anyways."

"Thanks, Wolfie Godness."

"I thought you didn't believe in the Gods? Specifically, Elven Gods." Solas asked.

Sera looked at him, "It doesn't matter what I believe. Do I believe you are this Dread Wolf from the Dalish tales? Not particularly, no – who am I to even judge? – but you're back and Teetness is happy. Her happiness is all that matters right now."

"Teetness?" Solas asked,

Sera glared at the food, "I developed a crush while you were gone, so I gave it a nickname."

"Tart, sweet. Tiny, between. Candy that makes you sick, but you can't stop eating." They could hear Cole explain from upstairs.

"Shut it!" Sera yelled up at him. Cole's faint laugh could be heard.

Solas' lips tugged into a smile, "An infatuation. Did anything happen?"

Sera smirked, "Worried of a little competition, Wolfie Godness?"

Solas chuckled, "Was that a serious question?"

"No, nothing happened. I knew what she needed, a friend. Someone to drink with, cry with, throw knives at the dummies with. She didn't need or want another love. I was okay with being that friend. Best friend. I couldn't ask for anything else." Solas could hear Sera's emotions in her words, "You. If you hurt her..." Sera slammed her fist on the table and glared at him, "I will cut your bloody cock off and force feed the damned thing to you."

Solas stared at Sera in silence. The silence, on his part, was a mutual agreement.

"Good Morning!" Soora barged into the tavern, glowing as bright as the sun.

Sera's demeanor changed instantly as Soora entered, "Quizzy, g'mornin'. Care for a drink?"

Solas nodded to himself, he had a new found respect for Sera. Perhaps I am too quick to judge.

"Isn't it a bit early to drink?" Soora asked as she moved towards them, "Playing nice, I hope?"

"It's never too early to drink!" Sera snickered and snorted.

"You've been hanging out too much with Dorian and Bull," Soora commented, stealing the plate from Sera and hooping onto the tavern's bar table.

"How did you sleep, da'len?" Solas asked.

Soora swallowed a piece of meat and squeaked out, "Fine." Soora could see the smug look at Solas' face as he went back to sipping at his drink.

You cheeky little wolf. She commented in her head.

"Now that you're both here I can ask you!" Sera perked up, "Wolf-God Sex! Or just God Sex...what's it like?"

Solas choked on his drink as Soora scolded Sera.

"Sera!"

"What? I'm only asking for the bet." Sera complained.

"Bet?" Soora raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I bet Dorian and Iron Bull that you have better sex then they do – with all there sex talk and lustful stares–"

"They tell you of what they do?" Solas coughed, still trying to not choke on his drink anymore.

"I live a level below them. They don't need to tell me. I can hear everything," Sera shrugged, taking a piece of meat off of the Inquisitors plate and biting into it, "Besides, you two look more about pleasing each other then going for the kill instantly."

"Caring lovers?" Solas joked.

"Sure, whatever. I just need to know. I need to money," Sera coughed.

Soora flushed and looked anywhere but Solas' face, "We...umm...haven't actually done...it."

Sera smiled, "Yes! At least that isn't a 'Solas Sucks,' I still have a chance for my money!"

"How much money did you bet, exactly?" Soora wondered, her cheeks flush.

"...One hundred gold."

"I hope you aren't lying so I'll be a better lover to Soora," Solas snickered at the look on both of their faces.

"I don't lie about bets, Fen'Harel," Sera glared, standing up. She looked at Soora, who nodded with a smirk.

"Great," Sera smiled before scurrying out of the Tavern. Solas and Soora sat in silence as she finished eating. Solas' eyes on her the whole time. She squirmed a little under his gaze. She had to admit, now that everyone know and there was nothing holding back the quick glances and the stolen kissing – he was very daring.

Making up for last time, perhaps, she thought to herself. She loved it. Setting her plate down she cleared her throat.

"How did you sleep?" She asked, licking her lips.

"Perfectly," Solas stated, standing up and walking around the her. She watched him as he stalked toward her and stood between her legs.

She opened her mouth to talk but couldn't find the voice. Keeping her lips slightly parted as his face closed in more. She could feel his budge against her inner thigh, memories of the dream ran back into her mind as Solas' lips crash onto hers. He placed a hand on the small of her back to move her closer as she held onto the front of his shirt.

He could feel her unfold beneath him with just that kiss – and he loved it. He moved his other hand in her hair as she moaned into his mouth. Solas moved her around so he could lay her down and climb above her.

"So-...Fen'Harel," Soora breathed out as he placed feathery kissed down her neck. While Solas abused his love with kisses he quietly pilled his belt off, pulled her hands above her head tying them together. He pulled back to look at her once he knew she couldn't get out of the belt.

Soora flushed furiously, thinking of a plan on how get out of there, "What is someone comes in-"

"They won't." Solas said, confidently, as he pulled his shirt off.

Oh, Creators. I'm screwed.

"What...what if-" Solas silenced her with a kiss, "Stop talking, da'len." Soora turned her face away, blushing furiously. How I wish this were somewhere else...private and where I could-

"Just say no," Solas said, pulling back, "and I'll stop."

Soora looked up at him. Her mind kept saying 'No, this is not the place for the Inquisitor to have sex.' But her heart and everything else in her body told her to just forget the surrounding and just fuck him.

She opened her mouth, still unable to say anything. Solas smirked and leaned down, his hand trailing closer to her sex. He placed a hand next to her head and he looked down at her, "You're mind is telling you no, is it not?"

She parted her lips and looked at him, wanting him. She felt a finger trail over her sex, a smug smiled plastered on Solas' face, "But your body says, yes..."

She nodded again, biting back a moan as he pushed his finger against her.

"Te-tease," she breathed out, looking at him. He leaned down and kissed her before getting off of her.

She panted as she saw him start to walk off, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Wh-what the...the fuck, Solas?" Soora panted, shifting onto her side to look at him.

"Your mind said no," he stated plainly.

"N-No, it didn't. I...It say yes," She tried sitting up, unable to.

How the hell does he do this to me?

She looked back over at Solas who only smirked, "I will see you for our session in an hour, Da'len. Come to me, we have many things to carry to your quarters."

Soora panted and leaned her head back, realizing Solas' belt was still wrapped around her wrists.

"So-Solas, wait!" Soora called, Solas peered his head back into the tavern before the door closed, "Hmm?"

"Your belt," Soora tried to loosen the grip to no avail.

Solas shrugged, "Bring it with you in an hour."

"I'm not walking around with your belt tied around my wrists!" Soora forced herself to sit up, glaring at him.

He smirked, "Crawl." The door closed behind him as he went back to the rotunda. She glared at the door as she fully sat up. She slid off the table and slowly walked over to the door. She pulled it open a little, hoping someone she knew wouldn't blab about this –

"Soora, is everything alright?" Cullen came around the tavern, probably just having another daily meeting with Cassandra about how he is doing without the Lyrium.

Oh, Fuck! "Y-Yes! I...I need you to do a favor, go find Cassandra, or Bull or...just anyone with something sharp to cut stuff with."

Cullen raised an eyebrow and motioned toward his sword, "I could help with some...cutting, I presume?"

She didn't want one of her advisors to see her like this, preferable the guy she had a crush on for 5 seconds.

She bit her lip, but saw no other choices – she didn't want to hurt his feelings by shooing him off again.

"Get in the tavern," She said, retreating back inside. Cullen opened the door more and wanted in, closing it behind him.

"Is everything okay, Soora?" Cullen said, her back turned to him.

"Do you think you can cut something with your eyes closed?" She looked at him over her shoulder.

"If I had a dagger, yes. What is going on?"

"Please don't judge me," She mumbled and turned to face him, showing the belt that bound her wrists together.

"Oh – I – uhmm," Cullen cleared his throat and shook his head, "I'll have this off, quickly." Cullen pulled his dagger out of it's sheath on his belt.

Soora breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank the Creators."

Cullen slowly put the dagger between her bound wrists, trying not to cut her. He pulled up quickly and cut the belt. She felt a slight sting and hissed.

"I didn't cut you, did I?" He asked, frantically.

Soora shook her head while rubbing her wrist, "No, I didn't didn't realize how tight it was. Thank you."

"Well, if there is nothing else you need me to...umm – cut...and I really hope there isn't, I will head back to my post...Enjoy your day," and with that Cullen left.

"You're going to pay for that embarrassment, Solas." Soora said aloud to herself.