Title: Take Me

Chapter 7: Drinking Buddies

"Di–Did ya shave yor hair or did't just...fall out?" Sera asked on night as all Soora's companions sat around the fire in the tavern. She kept touching his head, feeling for pricks or something. Sera took another swing at her drink.

"How old do you think I am?" Solas swatted her hand away from his head. Sera chirped, "A...a kajillion!" Hearing Soora and Sera laugh made hi realize he set himself up for that answer.

"How do you even age?" Sera asked, poking at his cheek.

"How do you age? If you're a God, why do you look so old?" Soora leaned in a little poking his other cheek, the smell of whatever Bull had been serving most of the night on her breath. He saw Bull drinking that Qunari drink, Maraas-Lok – and from how drunk he saw Soora was, that was most likely it.

He looked at Soora, unamused, "You are only a little more then half the age my features are and you look as old as me." Sera and Soora swatted him on his head.

"Don't be mean tah Quizzy!"

"I don't look that old...do I, Sera?" Soora turned to Sera, touching her own face, feeling for wrinkles and scars – which she had a lot of, the scars...no wrinkles. Solas backed up as Sera jumped to her side. "Not at all, Teetness." Soora half cried and fake cried while drinking more of that drink, Maraas-Lok.

"Don't worry, Solas. She won't remember this conversation," Bull said to him, setting at the Bar with Dorian, Cassandra, and Varric.

"Bull! I need another drink!" Sera cried.

"No way, neither of you are getting anymore. You've drunk all you can handle tonight." Bull said, officially cutting them off for the night.

"But, Hornieeeeeeee–" Sera fell over as she tried to get up, giggling and snorting. Soora giggled and laughed as her and Sera lay by the fire.

"Are they always like this after drinking?" Solas asked, pulling up a chair to the bar.

"No, not usually. We cut them off after the first half cup," Cassandra commented, "but tonight is a special occasion."

"It is?" Solas asked.

"A year ago today the Inquisitor ended the Mage-Templar War." Varric said, taking a bite out of some left over bread.

"Ah, yes. I remember hearing about that. I also remember hearing Vivienne, our new illustrious Divine, tried forcing our Inquisitor into the new Circle after restoring peace." Solas said, remembering after he heard the news he starting heading for Val Royeaux, only a few miles from where he was at the time.

"The short time we spent at Halamshiral made the Inquisitor very good at The Game. Just a notch above Vivienne," Dorian said, "She actually got me in a Circle for a couple days before Soora was able to get me out. Had to wear those scratchy mage robes and everything."

"How exactly did she manage out-wit Vivienne? I've tried to figure out how to do that since the day we met." Solas said, looking over as Soora as her and Sera made weird shapes in the air with their fingers.

"Remember when she needed help getting the Snowy Wyvern's heart?" Cassandra took a sip of her ale.

"Yes, before she decided to actually give the Wyvern heart to Vivienne she stole some books from me and asked about potions that involved The Snowy Wyvern." Solas nodded.

"Then, as you know, the Snowy Wyvern heart has more poison than potions or poultice recipes. Soora took caution and somehow managed to prove that Vivienne killed Duke Bastien – threatened to let her secret out. Brilliant – if I may so so myself." Dorian said, amazement still in his voice.

Solas nodded, remembering seeing her walking the street of Val Royeaux with a hidden smirk he knew all too well plastered on her face. Inquisition soldiers followed behind her, Dorian in the middle – being protected. He remembered walking in Val Royeaux again made him feel nostalgic. He remembered Soora bringing behind a pillar. Just one time, she promised. Reluctantly he agreed, but every time after that it was him bringing her behind the same pillar.

Sneaking kissed and affectionate whispers. Sometimes it turned into something more...heated and not well suited for Orlesian's in public, Antiva would have been a different story. Once a guard did catch them, even chased them – until falling into a jester trick after Soora threw a grape fruit from a stall at him.

He looked over at Soora, a slight smile on his lips. She and Sera were now leaned against each other, back to back, giggling and telling stories. As Sera started a new story Soora stole a glance at Solas. An alluring and mischievous smile formed on her lip. She quickly cut Sera off from her story and whispered something.

Sera's giggling stopped full on as she looked shocked at the Inquisitor, "Nah! You didn't!" Everything looked over at Sera's yell.

"Gwib-Gwib? Fuck – NO WAY – seriously?" Sera's giggled returned, falling over on the floor, unable to contain her laughter.

Oh, fuck...

Solas shook his head.

"Gwib-Gwib?" Iron Bull mouthed the words, everyone at the table did. Dorian looked over at Solas, "I'm guessing it's an ancient elven word. It obviously has an effect on Solas, look at him. He's actually showing an emotion beside broody."

"What is up with me attracting broody elves?" Varric mumbled to himself.

"Solas has nothing on Fenris," Cassandra heard him, "Fenris never cracked a smile unless Hawke was around – and that only because Hawke forces him."

"Fenris isn't as broody as Solas – look at the poor bastard – he's been back for two weeks and is brooding over the fact that our Inquisitor still hasn't jumped him."

Solas opened his mouth to object–

"H-Hey!" Soora tried to stand up, loosing her footing she stumbled onto her knee's, catching herself with one hand on the ground she held her other hand up and pointed her index finger at Varric, "I...I am a lady – and the Inquisitor. I will jump Gwib-Gwib whenever I want. It's...it's...fuck – Sera what was I going to say?"

Solas held in his laugh, sadly he was getting found of the nickname – always made him amused.

"I dunno what you w're gon'a say...but you should totally–y do that–" Sera hiccuped, "Jumping...thing."

"Gwib-Gwib," Soora tried to stand up again and failed again, "I can't jump you at this moment...but I promise, tomorrow...I promise."

"What does Gwib-Gwib even mean?" Cassandra asked, raising an eyebrow.

Soora giggled and fell onto her side, unable to answer. Everyone turned to Solas – except Sera who was crawling up the stairs to get to her room – for an answer. Solas stayed silent, arms crossed, refusing to answer.

"Is it a sex thing? Ooh, I bet it is," Dorian chuckled.

"Is it a sexy sex thing or an awkward please don't ever say that again sex thing?" Iron Bull asked, smirking.

Solas sighed, "A little of both, depending on how you use it in a sentence. The way she is using it is the...'please don't ever say that again' way. She also uses it because she know it annoys me."

Varric smirked, "At yet, you continue to let her use it – even if it does annoy you."

"That's what love is, Varric." Cassandra said, shrugging.

"You know as much as I do about love, Seeker. My books are the only thing that sustains you." Varric chuckled.

Cassandra glared at him, "Maybe if I didn't run around to find you – I could be with someone."

"Oh please, you would not be happy. You would miss me – you need me." Varric taunted, something in his eyes that Cassandra could not place.

Cassandra flushed a little, mouth open about to start another argument. Solas looked over at Soora as Varric and Cassandra started to argue. Soora was now sitting in front of the fire place, far enough to not get burnt. Leaving the arguing lovers-in-denial he moved to sit behind her. He pulled her into between his legs and her. She leaned back on him and rested her head on him.

"How are you, vhenan?" Solas whispered.

"Tired and sore," Soora answered, "I haven't laughed like that in...a while."

"You sound a lot less drunk than you did a couple minutes ago," He noticed.

"Do I? I honestly do not remember how I was acting," Soora murmured, leaning her head against Solas' cheek. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Is that Cassandra and Varric again?" Soora asked, not willing to move. Solas hummed to confirm.

"Heh...Can you tell them something for me? I...I can't talk any louder than this. Tell them to get a room."

Solas looked over at the two, seeing Bull and Dorian had already left. Feeling Soora lean more into him he sounded and quick whistle – getting the attention of both Varric and Cassandra – and motioned toward the door with his head.

Getting the message they both nodded and left, right when the door closed Solas could hear their arguing continue until it completely disappeared as they moved further away.

"Solas," Soora's voice cracked as she said his name, "Please...don't leave again. Please...I couldn't handle it." He felt something wet fall in-between his slightly opened shirt. He didn't need to look to know she was crying. He closed his eyes, pulling her closer to him, "Never again, Soora. Never."

ADD NOTE: Yes...I needed to add that little bit of fluff/sadness at the end. I just finished the game (Again) after romancing Solas and needed to add that part.

To the Guest who said Bioware's next game better have some Solas bed romance – yes, I agree. They completely robbed us of that and if they don't either put a DLC in (like they did for Morrigan in Origins) or put a patch in that adds some nice Solas lovin'; they are going to receive a lot of goats being thrown at their office's. At the same time I'm happy we got to see that not every character you romance has a scene where it's just sex. His scene in Crestwood – though he totally touched my butt than left me alone where Wyverns are known to roam – was truly amazing. I'm happy that we got a sweet romance with Solas. I only wish they added more scenes (one on one) with him. He only had a few scene's compared to the rest of your companions.