Wicked Game*

Three weeks since Crestwood, and he still wouldn’t look her in the eye. Confronting him directly had no effect. He apologized. He evaded. The more she pressed, the less he gave, and the effort of trying to force the truth from him was taking a toll. 

Unfortunately for Lavellan, letting it go wasn’t an option. He said he loved her, called her his heart, and kissed her with such longing, such devotion – it couldn’t have all been in her mind. 

She thought perhaps more subtlety was required. Maybe if she “acted normal” and went back to the shameless, inquisitive flirt she’d been before? Maybe if she casually bent over his desk as she watched him paint in the rotunda? Or bit at her bottom lip while he babbled on about “sharpening her heart to a knife’s edge?”

She tried it all. He gave her nothing. Despite her efforts, he remained polite, helpful, and excruciatingly distant. She wanted to punch his lights out.

Worst of all…

“Inquisitor, do you have a moment?” 

Inquisitor. It bristled against her skin and filled her mouth with an awful, acrid taste. The wrenching shift from “vhenan” back to her official title felt like a poisoned dagger twisting in her gut.

“Of course, what is it, Solas?” She leaned casually over the table in the war room, its colossal, rustic features making her feel smaller than ever.

Solas looked at the heavy, dust-laden tapestry behind her when he spoke. “I was hoping to excuse myself from our upcoming excursion to the Hissing Wastes.”

“Ah,” she, for once, gave him nothing. She folded her arms, arched her back just so, and waited.

In fairness, she’d forced him to travel at her side without fail since he left her bare-faced, crying and alone in that fucking incandescently beautiful grove, so she understood why he might want a break.

The decaying tapestry behind her mocked him. A wolf being devoured by a dragon. Even with its faded threads and stains, the image was clear. “I was hoping to spend some time researching the orb Corypheus carries. I believe it contains knowledge that will aid us in our final battle.” Solas began to sweat, though the temperature in the war room remained as ever, just above freezing.

She really did consider accommodating him, but the heavy door to the war room burst open to reveal Cullen, stalking inside.

“I…uh, pardon me, Inquisitor. I didn’t realize this room was occupied.” 

It didn’t hurt when he said it. Inquisitor. She crossed the room to greet him with a blossom in her cheeks, but she didn’t fully understand. The Commander hadn’t been subtle in his interest in her, but in truth, it took her ages to notice. It was Solas who pointed it out– he’d teased her about it months ago, while holding her in his arms and peppering her neck with soft kisses. 

Kiss my ass!

“Not at all, Cullen. Solas was just trying to get out of accompanying me to the Hissing Wastes.”

“I was–” Solas attempted.

“Unfortunately, I must deny his request because Vivienne is in Val Royeaux making funeral arrangements for her dear husband, and Dorian is insisting we bring two mages to face the Venatori threat in the Wastes, so I’m afraid I very much need him.” She didn’t mean to sound so dismissive or to bat her eyelashes at Cullen while she said it, but it was too late.

Solas’ shoulders fell, “Of course, Inquisitor.”

Inquisitor. Fuck you!  

The room fell silent except for the distant, muffled voices coming from Josie’s office. Solas clasped his hands behind his back, resuming his usual, detached stance, but his eyes betrayed him – his pupils blown wide and black. The steel grey and flecks of amethyst she loved so much were almost entirely obscured. 

Cullen nervously cleared his throat. “Very well then. I was hoping to catch you before you left, Inquisitor. If you have some time?”

“For you?” she flirted, “always. Take a seat, Commander.”

Cullen brought his hand to the back of his neck, “I…uh…yes, of course.”

Solas turned on his heel and left the war room in noticeable silence.

****

The boundless expanse of the Hissing Wastes felt like a prison. Solas dragged his partially bare feet over the frigid dunes with utter contempt. It was too hot during the day and too cold at night. The moon was entirely too big and too bright, and he could feel the grit of sand over every inch of his body. 

Even more detestable than the environment –  she’d made him share her tent. 

Two weeks of her shamelessly undressing in front of him, not caring that the shape of her naked body projected on the walls of their tent from the lantern-light, giving him a view even when he looked away. Two weeks of the lemon and mint oils she used in her hair, infusing all of his belongings with the scent of her. 

He went to bed sad and hard. He woke up sad and hard. It was intolerable. 

And it was all his fault. 

Dorian mercifully interrupted his internal monologue, “Solas, has anyone ever told you that the moonlight reflects beautifully off the back of your head?”
“Thank you, Dorian.” 

“That… wasn’t a compliment.” 

“Was it not? Hm.” Solas looked out across the vast, untamed desert, taking in the silhouettes of mesas and buttes against the night sky, hoping they were closer to camp than it looked. 

****

They’d been walking for hours, the harsh winds whipped at their feet, shifting the sand and making each step feel like three.  

Cole broke the silence, “Ar lasa mala revas. You are free. You are so beautiful. But then you turned away. Why?”

Lavellan’s heart thudded hard in her chest. She’d been repeating these exact words to herself for a month, sipping on them like wine, savoring the taste of their last tender moment together before he ruined it all.

“I had no choice,” Solas answered, slowing his steps to remain comfortably behind her. 

No choice? 

“She is bare-faced, embarrassed, and she doesn’t know. She thinks it’s because of her.”

“You cannot heal this, Cole. Please. let it go.” Solas’ tone matched the crisp desert wind, and she couldn’t stop herself from whipping around to look at him directly, even if he wouldn’t look back.

“Perhaps Cole can get a better answer from you than I did,” she fumed.

But Cole answered himself, “He hurts—an old pain from before when everything sang the same. You’re real, and it means everyone could be real, and it changes everything, but it can’t. They sleep masked in a mirror, hiding, hurting, and to wake them–” Cole took in a sharp breath, “where did they go?”

“I apologize, Cole. That is not a pain you can heal,” Solas ended the conversation there. 

No one spoke a word the rest of the way back to camp, not even Dorian, though he did cast several inquisitive looks toward Lavellan. They would certainly be talking about this exchange later. 

****

They arrived to find Cullen and The Iron Bull waiting for them, huddled together near a crackling fire at the center of their camp.

“My apologies, Inquisitor. We had news about the Venatori that couldn’t wait. I hope you all won’t mind the additional company,” Cullen said as he stood in the brisk wind to greet her.

The ridiculously large moon illuminated the Commander’s form, highlighting his features in ways that hadn’t caught her attention before. His typically stern jaw softened by the cool moonlight, and the deep scar on his top lip was more handsomely defined. While his substantial shoulders were nothing new, she admired them anyway. 

“Of course not, Commander. Your company is most welcome, in fact…” she said in a decidedly pleasant tone as she glared at Solas, “your timing couldn’t be more perfect.”

Cullen seemed taken aback by her unusual tone, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck nervously as he often did around her, “I…uh…I, yes. The Venatori. We think we know what they’re searching for.” He looked to The Iron Bull to continue.

“Uh, yeah, boss, the Chargers stumbled onto some intel while kicking the shit out of Ventatori on the coast,” Iron Bull bragged.

Cullen cleared his throat, and Bull continued, “Oh, right. The ruins. They’re searching the dwarven ruins for some kind of special runes that are important to Corypheus.”

“What could Corypheus possibly want with Dwarven runes, I wonder?” Dorian asked.

Bull casually reached out to put his hand on Dorian’s back, “We don’t know the why, just the what, when, and where.”

Dorian leaned into Bull’s touch, the heat from his hand and the campfire an irresistible combination, “I think that’s a fine start. How fortunate for us that your merry band of eccentrics is so adept at murdering Venatori.”

“The Chargers are adept at murdering everybody.” Bull laughed and stealthily pulled Dorian just a bit closer for warmth.

They chatted through the details, agreeing to focus their efforts on the ruins and prioritizing their need to find these mysterious runes before the Venatori were able to obtain them. 

Once their plans were set, the Inquisitor, who was already seated next to Cullen, sidled even closer to him as he stoked the waning fire with a stick. “Cullen, how is your sister?”

Solas watched helplessly from across the fire as she leaned into the Commander, laughed at his insipid jokes, and batted her exceptionally long eyelashes as he regaled her with tales of his frankly sinister time as a templar in Kirkwall. 

“She likes him. He’s simple. Not simple, but easy,” Cole said to Solas.

“I think your first analysis was correct, Cole,” Solas scowled as Lavellan reached out to delicately brush away a small crumb from the Commander’s chest armor.

Iron Bull stood up and stretched, “Well, I don’t know about you, boss, but I’m beat and freezing my balls off. I’m going to bunk with Dorian and the kid, if that’s alright?”

“It’s more than alright with me.” Lavellan put her hand on Cullen’s knee, which made both him and Solas wince in unison for different reasons. “Solas?” She cast her gaze in his direction.

“If it is agreeable to you and to the Commander, I have no objections,” he said, absolutely brimming with objections.

****

Each of them took a quick turn in the tent with a wash basin. Lavellan took her turn last, scrubbing the sand and grime away as best as she could. She dabbed Anderfels Mint oil on her pressure points, rubbing a little extra into her left shoulder. 

She slipped into her nightgown, a knee-length tunic with delicate Dalish embroidery around the neckline and hem, and left her hair down in wild, loose waves.

The way Solas liked it best.

She called them back inside and giggled as she helped Cullen set up his cot in the corner, close to the entrance of the tent. “I don’t think we’ve ever bunked together, Cullen. I warn you…I snore,” she joked.

“Oh, I don’t believe that, Inquisitor. Solas, is that true?”

From his cot at the farthest corner of the tent, Solas responded curtly, “Yes.”

“Solas snores as well,” she smirked.

“I do not.”

She looked directly at Cullen, “He does.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m a sound sleeper then,” Cullen offered, settling into his cot, pulling the warm, wool blankets up over his ears.

****

Moonlight illuminated the inside of the tent with a ghostly glow as the wind gusted and blew waves of sand against its thick fabric walls.

When he finally heard the Commander snore, Solas clicked his tongue in exasperation.

“What was that for?” she hissed from her cot.

“As if you do not know.”

“What are you talking about, Solas?” she whispered loudly through gritted teeth.

“The Commander. Clearly, you have decided that his company is preferable to mine. Would you be happier if I kept watch outside so you can be alone with him?” he snarled.

“Preferable? Are you joking? You left me, Solas. Remember? You haven’t looked at me for weeks– you barely speak to me–”

“So you debase yourself by flirting with him.” He pointed at the soundly sleeping commander and drew his eyebrows together with disgust.

“Debase myself? If I’ve done anything to debase myself, it’s been in my futile efforts to get your attention. But, my flirting with  Cullen is called moving on, Solas.”

“Are you truly so desperate, Inquisitor?” 

She opened her mouth to speak and closed it again as the wind continued to lash against their tent.

Solas did not let her silence linger, “If I had known it was just sex you wanted, perhaps I would have been more… accommodating.”

She rose from her cot with a clenched fist, stepping towards him, a fever boiling from her chest to her face, “I wanted all of it, Solas. I wanted all of you.”

“But, you would cast what we had aside so easily…so quickly for him?”

“I cast nothing aside. That was you, ma lath. You did this. If you don’t want me fuck–“ she looked at the sleeping Commander at the other end of the tent, turned her head slightly, and mouthed, “Cullen” silently, “to get over the unbearable sadness you’ve left me with, you’ll have to do better than whatever this is.”

Solas closed the short distance between them and roughly pulled her close. “I intend to.”

The ragged tone of his voice, the feel of his breath tickling her ear, and the sensation of his fingers gripping her arm sent a hot spark of pleasure buzzing through her body.

Before she could speak, he spun her around to face where Cullen was sleeping and settled on his knees behind her. He bent down, lowering his head to lick a long line up the back of her leg from her ankle to her thigh, punctuating his arrival at her ass with a lingering bite to her soft flesh. Lavellan jerked slightly forward, but not away, and a light, warm kiss to the mark he’d left with his teeth followed. With his head tucked beneath her tunic and his hands at her hips, he tugged at the waistband of her small clothes with his teeth. Pulling them down slowly, his lips grazing against her skin, one cheek at a time, until her ass was bare before him. For a moment, he just looked, his breath caught in his chest, his heart pounding,  but then he hooked his fingers into the sides of her smalls and pulled them all the way down, guiding her feet to step out of them. Glimpsing a sign of her arousal dripping down her thigh, he brought her smalls to his face to greedily inhale the scent of her before tossing them onto his cot. 

“These are soiled, Inquisitor. I’ll take care of them,” he said as he stood and pressed himself against her back.

“Solas. Please, I need you in–”

“Shh.” His hand came to cover her mouth.
Lavellan moaned into his palm and wriggled teasingly against his grip, but he held her firmly to his chest. He moved his other hand to her stomach and pulled her back into him, pressing his already stiff length flush against her backside. 

The sensation of his rigid, clothed cock twitching against her ass made her knees buckle, and she whimpered into his palm as he steadied her.

“Can I trust you to be silent if I remove my hand, Inquisitor?” he whispered. “We wouldn’t want to wake the Commander.”

She shook her head as he moved his hand from her mouth and slipped it under her tunic to the hardened peak of her nipple, rolling the stiff bud between his fingers and cupping the weight of her breast in his palm.

Cullen stirred in his cot, snorted abruptly, and rolled over onto his side with a huff, and she stilled.

Solas ran his tongue against the ridge of her ear, from the lobe to the tip. “Is that who you wished would fuck your pain away, Inquisitor?”

She leaned her head back into his chest and strained to look at his face, but he still wouldn’t look at her. 

“No,” she said, almost too quietly for him to hear.

“Hmm. Unconvincing,” he said as he pinched at her nipple with measured force– just enough to shock, but not hurt her. When she yelped at full volume, he withdrew his hand from her breast and moved it upwards to clasp auspiciously around her throat. 

The hand he’d held against her stomach moved its way down at an agonizing pace, and she bucked her hips against him, trying to force his fingers where she needed them to be.

“So impatient for me to touch you while you fantasize about him.”

“Not him,” she managed. “Please, Solas.”

His middle fingers moved through her patch of curls, between her folds, and directly inside of her dripping cunt. Betrayed by her own arousal, she felt him smile against her shoulder as he curled his fingers and began to pulse them inside of her gently. 

“Then who are you so delightfully wet for, Inquisitor?” he asked as he removed his fingers and languidly drew her slick up to her clit, feeling it harden and swell at his touch. His fingers moved in steady, light circles as he waited for her answer.

“How can you ask me that?” She rolled her hips against his palm and reached back to take him in hand. To touch him, to finally feel him, even beneath the soft fabric of his leggings, took her breath away. She knew he was large, but nothing could have prepared her for the truth of him, throbbing in her grasp.

His grip tightened slightly around her neck. “Remove your hand and answer the question, Inquisitor,” he growled.

The feel of his hand gingerly constricting around her throat made her clench with desire, so she waited just long enough to signal a hint of defiance, stealing a few more strokes through his clothes before she released her hand from his exquisite cock and pouted, “You know it’s for you, you cold-hearted son of a bitch!” 

Their whispers had grown loud, and the commander stirred once again, unleashing a fit of coughs before rolling over to face in their direction. 

Lavellan’s eyes widened, her body stiffened. Did he wake? Could he see them? 

Solas interrupted her panic, lowering his voice and whispering directly into her ear, “Will you show the Commander that this,” he curled his finger back inside of her, “is mine?”

Breathlessly, she nodded.

“Say it!”

“I will.”

From behind, Solas guided her to his cot. With one hand clutching her hip, he slipped the other beneath her tunic and caressed the smooth skin of her back as he gently bent her forward. Removing the last barrier between them, he tossed his leggings to the ground, releasing his sizable erection and an involuntary moan. He slipped his thigh between her legs and used his knee to spread her open, taking a moment to run his calloused hands over the curves of her ass. The air around them shifted, no longer clouded by the thick dust of the day -  all Solas could smell or feel or taste was her. Lemons, mint - the salt of her neck - the heady scent of her arousal, it was almost too much. His head was spinning as he dug his fingers into the velvet flesh of her ass and stroked the weeping head of his cock against her slick opening. 

Lavellan growled, bracing herself against the cot, angling her rump higher in the air to give him better access as he slowly began to push himself into her cunt. 

“You are so beautiful.” His voice was husky and filled with need. She wasn’t sure if he was savoring the moment or holding back.

“Solas… please. I need…”

The rose pink lips of her mouth pressed into his bedroll that smelled like him: rain, rosemary, and freshly cut wood. She whimpered his name against the rough wool and pushed back against him until he filled her entirely.

They both growled. Loudly. 

His first few strokes were torturously slow, but for all his bluster, he didn’t want to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her again.

“Is this what you wanted, Inquisitor?” he rasped, 

“Please stop calling me that.”

He wound his hand around a fistful of her hair, holding it tight and pulling, “I will not.” The pace of his thrusts quickened, his hips rolling against her at a thunderous pace as the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other echoed through the tent.

Cullen continued breathing slowly and deeply, seemingly unaware of the frenzied fucking taking place only feet away, but she couldn’t be sure.  

“I asked you a question. Is this what you wanted?” he repeated, tightening his grip on her hair, pulling her head back, and landing a single, hard smack against her ass.
“YES!” she cried. “You know this is what I wanted.”

She felt Solas tightening against her, the rhythm of his thrusts growing more erratic and she prepared herself for the end, pre-mourning the loss of the glorious stretch of him inside her and desperately wondering what would happen after. 

But, he was not ready for it to be over. He’d waited a millennium for this and was determined to leave her so well and thoroughly fucked that she would never be satisfied by another. He rolled her over on her back and pulled her tunic over her head, tossing it carelessly away, exposing the plush weight of her breasts and the smooth plain of her stomach. 

Taking in the sight of her as if he was memorizing it for later, he finally…finally met her eyes.  

“Sol–”

He interrupted her with a bruising kiss. His bare chest pressed firmly against hers; his heavy, erect cock, still soaked with her arousal, was trapped between them. 

Lavellan wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly before she allowed her hands to explore his waist, his shoulders, the back of his neck, and his perfect, round ass, which she squeezed a little harder than she meant to.

“Vhenan?” Solas said, pretending to be shocked, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile as he hovered above her. Her eyes widened with delight as they pressed their smiling mouths together again, basking in a desperate dance of lips and tongues and teeth. Lavellan snaked her hand between them, following the thick line of hair down the middle of his abdomen to take hold of his length. 

His breath caught as she stroked him, stretching her leg to hook around his waist and angling herself just enough to guide him where she wanted him most. 

“Solas, please fuck me. I need you inside of me.” 

“Ma nuvenin,” he said, capturing her breast, sucking her taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue, and taking it between his teeth. “But, first…” a wicked smile came to his face as he fell to his knees between her legs. She propped herself up on her elbows, not wanting to break the eye contact she’d so longed for. The kisses started at her knee as he worked his way up the inside of her thigh, kissing, sucking hard enough to leave marks that would be visible for days. Lavellan shuddered and clenched in anticipation as he moved achingly closer to her sex. 

“You have been tormenting me, vhenan.” his breath was hot against her, and she tried to wriggle herself closer to his beautiful mouth, but he held her hips firmly in place. 

“I… I haven’t–” 

He reached up to press a finger to her rose pink lips, the lithe muscles of his arm and shoulder defined and dazzling in the moonlight, “You have. But, I believe I know what must be done to earn my forgiveness.”

“Your forgiveness?”

His finger dragged over her bottom lip, pulling it down, exposing her teeth before tracing lower, over her chin, her neck, between her breasts, her abdomen. “Yes, vhenan… for now. I suspect earning your forgiveness will take much longer than one night.” 

With that, Solas used the thumbs of both hands to massage light circles into her outer folds, parting them, stretching her open, exposing her swollen, needy clit and the soaking wet opening he wanted to bury his face in forever.

“This is for all of the times you have bitten that luscious lip in my presence.” He licked a long line from her entrance to her clit; his tongue flicking and swirling with perfect pressure and rhythm as she rolled her hips against his face. When he moved to spear his long tongue inside of her, his beautiful nose rubbed deliciously against her clit, and she rocked into it, bucking against him wildly, finding her pleasure far too quickly.

But before she stopped quivering, his thumb was already tracing light circles over her clit.

“Oh…oh,” she managed, throwing her head back. 

“This… is for all of the times you have bent over my desk.” 

“Oh, you noticed that?”

“Yes,” he groaned as he casually stroked his throbbing dick. He spread her legs wider and brought his face to the tight ring of muscles between the cheeks of her ass. As he continued to work her clit with his thumb, he tentatively swirled his tongue once around her asshole. 

Looking up from between her legs, he saw that her eyes were closed. “Look at me, vhenan.” 

She did.

“Did that feel good?

She nodded, the corner of her rose pink mouth ticking up into a smile.

“Would you like more?”

She nodded again.

“Say, please.”

“Please, Solas,” she begged.

His pulse raced. He’d been dreaming about her ass since Haven, never imagining he would get to taste her. A few light, searching licks followed before he plunged the length of his tongue inside, and they both moaned. Lavellan clutched at the scratchy wool blanket beneath her until her knuckles turned white as she arched her back and leaned into his tongue, willing him to go even deeper. 

It didn’t take long; between the steady pulse of his tongue in her ass and his thumb on her clit, she erupted against his face again, clawing at the itchy bedroll and muttering Dalish curses. 

“Fenedhis!” She tried to catch her breath. 

“Did you like that?” Solas moved to lie beside her on the cot, his hand gently tracing circles on her stomach. His face glistened with her slick, and the spray of freckles across his nose wrinkled in concern as he waited for her response.

“Very much. What other terrible punishments do you have in store for me?” She smiled and placed her hand over his, intertwining their fingers.

Solas glanced playfully at his aching cock pressed against her hip. 

“Oh, that’s not a punishment, ma lath,” she said, pushing him onto his back. With her forefinger, she traced the soft auburn line of hair down his abdomen to his cock, taking it in hand and giving it a few firm pumps before using her tongue to capture the bead of moisture at the tip. 

Solas bucked beneath her, unable to control himself as she took him into her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat. She couldn’t take him all, not yet, so she secured her hand around the base to stroke him as her mouth worked in tandem, sucking and licking his dick like she’d always wanted to. 

She massaged his tightening balls and tongued the underside of his shaft as he tangled his hands in her hair.

“Ir isala adnd’ar’in’thra,” Solas whispered, his voice was raspy and desperate as he pulled her up to straddle his lap.

She hovered above him on her knees for a moment, taking in the sight of his face, sweeping her thumb over his freckled cheek, his soft lips, and the delectable dimple in his chin. She loved him so much.

While placing a chaste kiss on his lips, she used her hand to align his cock with her slick entrance and pushed down slowly until he was fully seated inside of her. Solas threw his head back and bit down on his hand to stifle a loud moan as she began to roll her hips.

“And what is this punishment for, ma lath?” she beamed while deftly rocking her hips above him.

“This… is… for…” Solas could barely speak; the sensation of her riding him, taking him fully inside of her, hot and wet and happy, was rapturous in all the ways he’d feared. He loved her so much.

“What’s that, my love?” she asked again.

“This… is…for changing…everything,” he whimpered.

She made a mess of him as her pace quickened, bouncing on his lap, his fingers pressed hard enough into the flesh of her hips to leave marks.

“I need to see you touch yourself, vhenan.” He was so close to losing himself, but did not want to be lost alone.

She did as she was bidden, using a few fingers to spread herself open and give him a better view.

“Will you… will you pretend to be… mad… at me again, ma lath?” Lavellan pulled his hand to her throat, grinning as she rubbed herself and bounced enthusiastically on his dick.

His long, elegant fingers constricted carefully around her pretty neck. “Pretend, Inquisitor?” His voice was low and stern, and she clenched around him, working her clit frantically and fucking him hard until she found her release once more.

He eased his grip on her throat to trace his thumb lightly over her lips.

“Em’ma en’a’san,” he said, moving both hands to her hips and bucking his own against her, pushing himself impossibly deeper.

“I want…I want you to cum inside of me, too, ma lath.”

At that, Solas came in pulsing hot waves, blood buzzing in his ears,  overfilling her completely, making a mess of them both.

She collapsed onto his chest, and they held each other as they tried to catch their breath. 

“Your heart is beating so fast, Solas,” she said with her blushing cheek pressed against his chest.

He tilted her chin to look up at him, flushed and spent and happier than she’d ever seen.

“You are my heart,” he said.

She kissed his chest as he kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her. 

With a shot, Lavellan’s eyes went wide, and she gasped, suddenly realizing she’d forgotten all about Cullen at the other end of the tent.

They’d long stopped whispering, and the sounds of their bodies alone could have woken the dead. 

She sat up and looked at Solas, too scared to see for herself if Cullen was awake. 

“Cullen?” she mouthed silently, her eyes as wide as he’d ever seen them.

Solas looked towards Cullen, squinting, “COMMANDER, ARE YOU AWAKE OVER THERE?” he practically shouted, and Lavellan’s hand clapped directly over his mouth to stifle him.

“Have you gone mad?” 

When she turned to look, Cullen was still soundly asleep, turned away from them, wrapped in his scratchy wool blanket. Solas lost himself in laughter against her palm.

She rolled her eyes and pinched his nipple, hard. “Okay, Chuckles… What did you do?” 

“I cast wards hours ago, vhenan. I may be a beast, but I am not discourteous.”

She pinched him again, this time on his ticklish side, and he jolted, still laughing.

“You could have told me,” she chided.

“I could have–” 

The pillow from his bedroll flew at his face. “Vhenan, if you wish for the Commander actually to watch, we simply have to ask him next time,” he said, still giggling. 

She folded her arms in mock disdain. “So, there’s to be a next time then?” She regretted asking instantly, terrified his response would destroy the blissfulness she wanted to feel just a bit longer.

“Yes, vhenan. I think I need a few minutes to recover, but these wards should last all night.” He smiled, but could see that she was still unmoored. “Ah. You meant after tonight?”

She nodded, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.

He took her hands in his, “Vhenan, there is much to discuss, but yes, for as long as you will have me. I am yours.” 

The obvious relief in her eyes made his heart crumble, “Oh, vhenan.” He pulled her entirely into his embrace and held her tightly. “Ir abelas…Ir abelas,” he said, kissing the crown of her head.

They lay in each other’s arms, tucked together tightly on his cot as the sand sprinkled against the tent like heavy drops of rain.

“Solas?”

“Yes, vhenan?”

“Will you call me Inquisitor with that voice again?”

His cock stiffened against her thigh.

“Of course, Inquisitor,” he said severely as he moved his hand between her legs. “Oh… oh, I see. Shall I wake the Commander then?”

“Don’t you dare… Not tonight anyway.”

Translations:
Ma lath/ My love
Vhenan/ My heart
Ma nuvenin/ As you wish
Ir isala adnd’ar’in’thra- I want to be within you
Em’ma en’a’san – I will fill you

Written by a human in Ellipsus.