A/N Hello my lovely readers! While it may not be trigger warning worthy, I feel that it is necessary to warn you that this chapter does contain smut with a minor (she'll be 18 soon enough) This chapter's title comes from the song Let's Hurt Tonight sung by OneRepublic. This is such a great song for the Solavellan pairing and I felt it was fitting for Elyssa and Solas at this point in time. Please read, review, and let me know what you think!
Loud, thumping music thudded from behind the large metal doors of the gymnasium. Elyssa hesitated, a hand on the door. She couldn't believe she had actually come. It made sense this morning when she realized she had already bought a ticket and dress. Now that she was here, however, it no longer made sense. Who went to their senior homecoming stag? Of course, if Anders had remembered her and what this weekend was, she wouldn't be alone. Then again, if he hadn't forgotten her, she wouldn't have talked with Solas last night. It felt freeing to finally have gotten everything off her chest. To have finally told someone everything. It felt even more freeing that Solas hadn't shunned her when she did. Of course it had only been one day, and she hadn't even seen him since then. If she were being honest, it was the true reason she was here at the homecoming dance. She knew he was one of the chaperones and she wanted to see him again. She wanted to see how he reacted to seeing her now.
Elyssa nervously stepped into the gym. It had been decorated with strings of dim multicolored lights, balloons, and streamers hung in haphazard fashion. The Chargers had beaten their rivals from Montsimmard, and everyone was celebrating, meaning the gym was packed with students. Deep breath in, and then out, she told herself, you wanted to come tonight. She pulled herself together. With any luck, she was ready to face the crowd of people packed together in the gym like a can of unappetizing sardines. Thank the Creators, at least it's dark, she mused gratefully. Her eyes swept over the crowd of students, not looking at anyone in particular when a prickle on the back of her neck alerted her to the fact that someone was staring at her, intently. Her heart raced with foreign emotions when she found him standing on the other side of the gym. What should she do? What should she say? Should she go to him? Leave him be? Why couldn't she breathe? Why couldn't she think? Why couldn't she do something as simple as make a decision? Should she stay or should she go?
His eyes locked with hers, her breath stopping in her chest. She had been wrong. She shouldn't have come tonight. She couldn't face Solas after everything she had told him. After everything they had shared. She had been a fool to think things could go back to normal. That Solas wouldn't think of her differently. Hastily, she turned on her heel and left the gym. The last place she wanted to go was home. Her mother would wonder what happened. She didn't know how she could possibly explain that she left the dance because she had crossed an inappropriate line with her teacher the night before, and was terrified that the one person who had shown her compassion would treat her like everyone else in her life. No, she needed to bide her time until it was an acceptable time to go home. She decided she would go to one of the few places she felt safe, Solas's classroom.
Solas knew he had seen her just a moment ago. She looked stunning in her black and green dress. The dim lights of the gymnasium had shone upon her curled hair elegantly, giving her an aura of mystery. He had turned his head away for a mere moment, trying to collect himself before approaching her. They had left so many things unsaid the night before. He had so many things he wished to ask her. Why had she kissed him? Why did she trust him with everything she had told him? Did she feel the same draw to him that he felt towards her? If so, what did it mean? Where did they go from here? When he turned back to face her, she had disappeared. Then he heard the loud clang of the metal doors closing over the bass of the music. She must have left. But why leave the dance as soon as she had come? Solas decided to follow her, hoping she wasn't leaving the school grounds already.
Elyssa rounded the corner of the hallway, heading towards Solas's classroom. She didn't pay attention to the sounds of footsteps in the hall behind her, unaware that the very person she was trying to avoid was following her. When she made it to the door of the classroom, she was devastated to find it locked. Of course it would be locked. They didn't want students rummaging through classrooms afterall. Especially not with the camera systems down over the weekend for some kind of update - if what she'd heard whispered around the halls was true. She had been thoughtless to try. She thumped her head against the thick wooden door and groaned. Now what?
"Perhaps I could unlock it for you?" the deep, Felerden accented voice of Solas sounded from just behind Elyssa. She jumped, startled by the unexpected presence. A delicious shiver went up her spine.
"Why would you do that for me?" she whispered.
"Because I know crowds bother you more than you care to admit," he murmured kindly.
"And you know this how?" she shot out.
"Because I pay attention to you far more than I care to admit," Solas answered.
Elyssa's heart pounded in her chest. What did he mean? Was he admitting that he cared for her as more than just her teacher? No, she was letting hope get ahead of her with thoughts like that.
"Thank you, I would really appreciate it if you unlocked the door," Elyssa answered. Solas didn't respond. Instead, he reached around her to unlock the door. The closeness of his body against her back caused Elyssa's breath to hitch in her throat. Her mind wandered to the kiss she had stolen from him the day before. To how good his lips had felt against hers. How delicious his tongue had tasted to her. Heat flared in her cheeks. She shouldn't be thinking about her teacher this way!
Solas inhaled deeply as he reached around Elyssa to unlock the door. He could have asked her to move so he could unlock the door, but he hadn't. He wanted to feel her closeness for just a moment. He wanted to enjoy a moment of the delectable scent of her floral perfume. He enjoyed the way the skin of his arm tingled as it brushed against her. It was wrong to want her the way he was now. It was wrong, but damned if he didn't care for just this small moment. He had stayed up after she left last night and thought about everything she had said. He had spent his life playing by rules made by people who didn't care when vicious people like Andruil and Elyssa's grandfather and uncle broke them. He promised himself if he got the chance to be close with Elyssa again, he would take it. Rules be damned.
When the door was unlocked and opened, she felt cold air where Solas had just been standing against her. She finally turned to look at him, curious as to why he moved away now. She hadn't expected to see the same hunger she had yesterday glowing in his eyes. In her chest, her breath caught. He wanted her right now. She could see it in those beautiful eyes. She would be lying if she didn't admit she wanted him too. What was it about that look of desire in his eyes that drew her in? That made her abandon all thought and reason? Why did Anders never look at her that way? Why didn't she care that it was Solas and not Anders looking at her that way now?
The dim light of the moon shining through his classroom blinds highlighted the soft curves of her body. A few tendrils of her hair fell softly over her shoulders and down her chest, drawing his attention to the shoulderless straps of her dress. The sleeves were nothing but black lace at her shoulders, exposing the tops of her arms. They covered the length of her arm in solid material, ending in a small point at the top of her hand. Her dress dipped into a deep V of lace then hugged her figure tightly down to her waist. From there, it flowed into simple layers of green satin, ending just above her knees. He couldn't take his eyes from the sight of the beautiful woman before him. Elyssa looked up at him from beneath her mascara-accented lashes, her jeweled eyes smoldering. Those green eyes were going to be his undoing. "You are so beautiful," Solas murmured huskily.
"Th-thank you," Elyssa stammered, embarrassed by his compliment. "I saved up to buy this dress," she began explaining unnecessarily. She didn't know how to respond to Solas's compliment, so she began talking, praying she was at least making sense. "I thought Anders would like it, maybe even be proud to have me by his side for once…" she trailed off sadly, turning her face away.
Possession growled deeply inside of Solas. He didn't like that Elyssa had worn such a beautiful dress for another man. No, for a boy that had forgotten her. A boy that was unworthy of her. Of course, he was far from worthy of her either. But right now, that didn't matter. All that mattered in this moment was that her kind eyes were filled with sadness, a wrong he was determined to remedy.
Elyssa felt her chin being gently moved by long fingers. Her eyes met the kind desire that burned in Solas's. "You are so beautiful," he repeated sternly, "and any boy that can't remember to see that is a fool."
"What does that make you?" Elyssa asked with breathless hope.
"A foolish man," Solas chuckled. One corner of his mouth rose softly, bringing a sad half-smile to his face. He let his fingers drift upward to cup her cheek in his palm.
"Why foolish?" She whispered, leaning her head into his hand. Her eyes glistened with hopeful intensity.
Solas did not know how much longer he could resist his hunger for her. His desire to take her into his arms and show her just how beautiful, spirited, and amazing he thought she was. His longing to make her his own.
"For wanting what I shouldn't," he murmured, taking a step dangerously closer to the temptation that was Elyssa.
"What do you want, Solas?" Elyssa murmured huskily. Her breath was hot against the cool, thin fabric of his button up shirt. Her eyes twinkled with hope. Her mouth hung open ever-so-slightly, her bottom lip pouting out just enough to drive him mad with need.
Because, right now, he needed her. He needed her to see she was beautiful, kind, talented, and full of strength she didn't even realize she had. He needed her to see she was desired. He needed her to see she was wanted. And he needed her to want him back.
He didn't say another word. Instead, he brought his other hand to cup the other side of her face and descended upon her mouth with a low groan. He felt her wind her arms around his back, gripping him desperately to her. Her mouth moved in eager unison with his. Gods how he wanted her!
Finally, he tore his lips away from hers, only to move them to the tips of her pointed ears. With agonizing patience, he slowly kissed the tip of her ear down to the hollow where a single studded earring sat. He grinned at the way she trembled with desire in his arms. Tonight, he didn't care about rules and consequences. Why should he when the world had done nothing but laugh at the cruelty it bestowed upon them? Why should he care about rules when the people that had hurt them both had walked away scott free? No, tonight he didn't give a damn about the consequences. "You."
Without a moment's hesitation, Solas gently pushed her into the classroom. In one swift, steady movement he shut and locked the door behind them, leaving the lights off so no one would see them. Elyssa let him guide her backwards until the sturdy wood of his desk was behind her. An eager grin spread across her face. She liked the way he thought.
Solas kissed her mouth once more with a desperation that shook him. Why did Elyssa make him feel so alive? She was so real in a world he had long since thought was asleep. With her, he didn't feel as if he were walking through crowds of mindless darkspawn that could never understand him. She changed everything. And it both amazed and terrified him.
Elyssa was breathless as Solas continued to kiss her. It felt as though her heart was pounding at the speed of a hummingbird's wings. Her skin was burning every place Solas touched with his body. She was on fire for him, with him. An intense shiver ran through her body as she felt his large hands trail down the tight material of her dress's bodice to rest softly within the loose folds around her rear. He gave her ass a firm squeeze, extracting a moan from her. The sounds she made only seemed to encourage him. His tongue fought its way into her mouth, swirling and dancing with her in the most provocative way. This did nothing to quiet her, drawing breathless moans and gasps from her. With a low groan, Solas ground his hips into hers, pressing the evidence of his need against her. "Solas, mmm" she moaned feverishly.
He leisurely kissed a path from her mouth down to the hollow of her neck. "Yes, da'ean (little bird)?" he breathed against her collarbone.
"I want you too," she admitted. She inhaled deeply, trying to catch the breath that eluded her. She was taken by pleasant surprise when Solas lifted her up so the top of her chest was level with his head. His mouth never left her skin as he began to kiss the exposed flesh of her shoulders and chest. Lightly, she let her nails skim the broad length of his shoulders, up the back of his neck, and across the hairless expansion of his head. Solas groaned and shivered at the sensations she was causing. Needing no further encouragement, she made a new path across the lengths of his ears, around to the front of his throat, and down his chest to where the first button of his shirt was tastefully undone. With a wicked grin, she began undoing the next button. She needed this, needed him. She had no intentions of stopping now. The world and its judgement be damned for once.
Solas maneuvered so that Elyssa was resting comfortably on his desk and he was leaning down. This allowed Elyssa better access to the buttons of his blue shirt, which she made quick work undoing. He let her have her moment of fun, enjoying the softness of her fingers against his skin as she worked. When she had undone all of the buttons, grinning triumphantly at her accomplishment, he took control once more. He gently pushed her down so she was laying flat across the width of his desk. He let his hands glide over her body, stopping at her knees.
"Elyssa, are you sure you want this?" he stared intently at her, "we can't come back from this."
Elyssa looked up at the man leaning over her. There were already so many things they couldn't come back from. What was one more? What were a few rules broken to them now? The men who had taken advantage of her hadn't cared about rules of if it was what she wanted. Why couldn't she be with the one man who did care about her?
"I don't want to go back, Solas," she said with certainty, reaching up and caressing his cheek. "I want this. I want you."
Solas needed no more encouragement. With practiced movements, he removed the clothes that were in the way. He positioned himself, ready to give them what they both wanted. There was no reason they couldn't enjoy each other's company in a more physical manner if that's what they both desired. They had both been hurt terribly in the past and they should be allowed to take comfort in the arms of each other. And even if they weren't allowed to, they would anyway.
Elyssa cried out as she felt Solas enter her. The slight pain she felt surprised her at first. When her body grew accustomed to his size, the pain was replaced by delightful pleasure. It was so much different than being with Anders. Solas was making her feel so full, satisfied, wanted. She had always felt that with Anders it was a necessity for the relationship, like he wouldn't love her if she didn't sleep with him. She was beginning to think that maybe he didn't love her. After all, would she have found her way into the arms of another man if Anders had truly loved her, and she him? Were they both just too afraid of being alone to realize they didn't truly belong together?
She could feel her climax building at the steady pace Solas moved. Everything other than the way Solas made her feel left her mind. The way she felt safe, wanted, cared for, cared about. She wanted to keep feeling the pleasure Solas made her feel. She wanted to continue feeling good about herself, the way Solas did. He was the only thing on her mind. The man that made her feel so special.
Solas. Solas. Solas. His name was the only thing she could think of anymore as she was brought over the edge. "Solas, I love you."