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Solas didn’t say a word as he intercepted Anielle in the Great Hall, offered her nothing but a shadowed smile as he took her hand and tugged her back towards his quarters. Anielle followed; it had been a long day, and if she got to steal even a few moments with her elf, she was happy.
Inside his lantern-lit room, the light and shadows danced across the detailed paintings covering every wall. Anielle recognised a few of the stories, but some of them far outdated anything she knew, making her wonder if they were Solas’ imagination or some long lost culture he’d studied.
Solas turned her to face him, kissing his Inquisitor softly on a deep breath, as if the mere touch of her lips settled him. She understood how that felt, all her inner turmoil, decisions, fears, responsibility; they fell away with a sweep of his tongue against hers and the brush of his fingertips beneath her tunic.
“Solas.” She breathed, melting into him.
“Ma Vhenan,” he replied in turn and without pulling his lips from hers, he guided her to the couch on one side of his room. Anielle dropped onto the soft cushions, swallowing a moan when she remembered that this was the first time she’d sat down today.
“Have you taken some time for yourself today, Ani?” Solas’ voice was gentle, but he couldn’t completely hide the scolding tone.
Anielle offered him a half-smile, and he sighed. Her endless work ethic had been a recurring argument between the two of them. On more than one occasion, Anielle opted to work over going to bed; she’d nearly fainted from not getting time to eat and had been sick twice from burnout. No matter how many times Solas begged her to take more care of herself.
“There’s a lot to organise before we leave tomorrow, and there was a dispute between the advisers again-”
Solas silenced Ani with his mouth. He repositioned her to lay along the length of the couch and settled himself between her legs. “I understand, Vhenan, an Inquisitor’s work is never done. May I offer you some care now?”
His lips trailed down her jaw, and her response was a long groan when he met her throat, soft lips, tongue and a hint of teeth against her skin that sent goosebumps skittering down her spine.
He chuckled, and the sound sent a jolt of arousal through her body, “Is that a yes, Inquisitor?”
“It’s a yes.” Anielle breathed, sinking deeper into the couch beneath her as Solas continued to make his way down her body, unbuttoning her tunic as he went. She wondered how often someone looked over the railing and spotted their Inquisitor and her apostate entangled on the couch, the desk or against the wall. Of course, they usually didn’t initiate anything in this room, but sometimes making their way to her quarters or somewhere more private was low on their priority list when they could barely keep their hands off each other.
Solas had offered on more than one occasion to place wards above his room. A visual haze would be too obvious, and a sound ward would block any of her cries from reaching the levels above, but she’d declined. Anielle would never admit it, but she was fond of the idea that people nearby could hear the pleasured cries Solas tore from her. There would be whispers, rumours, and the occasional comment from Dorian or Vivienne. But she never cared, especially not in the moments when Solas was kneeling between her legs, two fingers deep inside of her, and his filthy, poetic words falling from his lips.
Times like now.
She let out a long moan, her body arching when he lazily brushed his hands over her thighs, only stopping to urge Anielle to lift her hips just enough for him to drag her pants down her legs before returning his warm hands to her bare skin. He kneaded her muscles with his fingers. Ani let out a long sigh as he massaged the tension from her thighs.
“That feels amazing, Solas.” She breathed, resting her hands above her head and revelling in his touch, not oblivious to the graze of his knuckles edging closer and closer to her core.
“That’s it. Relax, Ani.” Solas continued his movement, fingertips now pressing into the creases of her inner thighs, massaging on the upstroke and brushing his fingers over her labia on the downstroke.
Soft moans and sighs fell freely from Anielle’s lips now, getting wetter and wetter with each stroke, but even when she lifted her hips to meet his touch, he remained at his slow pace, making sure every inch of tension in her body dissipated.
Only then did his thumbs begin to pay more attention to her inner lips, stroking down toward her opening and back up, barely touching her clit. Ani groaned, reaching for Solas, but he tutted and pulled back.
“I don’t think so, Vhenan.” His voice was so soft, laced with humour, and Anielle opened her eyes to see him untangling his jawbone necklace from his neck. “This should keep you from fidgeting too much.”
He leaned over the top of her, reaching for her hands that were still draped over her head. He looped the necklace around her wrists several times until she was left with little movement.
“Solas-” Anielle whined, testing her bonds. She loved it when he did this, taking away hints of her control. Solas knew it forced her to relax a little more, surrender and let him be in charge for a while.
“Quiet now, Inquisitor. I've got you.” He whispered, brushing his lips over hers before sitting back between her legs, fingers quickly returning to work at her core.
Anielle did as she was told and willed her body and mind to settle, taking a deep breath and honing in on Solas and the feeling of his hands on her. She was growing increasingly sensitive, and the way his eyes watched her hungrily, she knew he was getting an eyeful of just how aroused she was, not doubt slick and ready for him.
Solas’ fingers began to sweep over her quicker, satisfied that she was relaxed enough and perhaps tired of his own patience; his thumbs brushed her clit, making Anielle buck slightly. He moved one hand up her body, kneading a breast and brushing her nipple with the palm of his hand. She knew he loved giving extra attention to her breasts; Ani loved it too.
Solas traced a fingertip from her core up to her clit, testing her slickness. Then, liking what he felt, he slowly slipped a finger into her, dragging a long groan from the Inquisitor, her entire body tensing as she finally got what she wanted. His fingers worked her slow and steady, careful not to force himself inside her before she was ready, but before long, Anielle was rocking her hips to encourage him to go faster. Thankfully, he gave into her silent plea, and she cried out.
“Yes, Anielle.” He hummed, his voice dark with his own desire, “Is that what you need?”
“More.” She bit out, voice shaking, “Solas, please?”
“More?” He sang, “Like this?” He dipped in a second finger, stretching her before speeding up.
“Oh, fuck.” She whimpered, grinding herself against his fingers as they fucked her.
“That’s it, Vhenan.” His voice was low, words sounding almost like a growl.
Anielle opened her eyes to watch Solas; his gaze roved over her writhing body, eyes catching her heaving breasts and the way she tugged at the necklace around her wrists when a spark of pleasure rolled through her body.
Ani was addicted to the way he looked at her, like he wanted to devour her. Solas drank from her like he was dying of thirst, and when he touched her, it was like he was pleasuring a goddess. He worshipped at her feet; it showed in the ways he spent hours devoted to every inch of her body. Anielle had never known someone to be so patient; like time was meaningless, Solas never did anything in haste.
It was one of her favourite things about him, particularly now. Solas was in no rush to make her come, and he absorbed every sound that fell from her lips, every movement.
Solas noticed her watching him, and a smile broke out on his face, “What is it, Ani?”
“You’re beautiful, Solas.” Her voice shook, still falling victim to his fingers.
He let out a chuckled, “I think you’re beautiful, Inquisitor. In all my years, I have never met someone with your determination, gentleness, and compassion. You are incredible.”
“Kiss me, Solas,” Anielle ordered, and Solas obliged. Without removing his fingers, he climbed up her body, fucking her harder just enough for him to cover her mouth with his when she moaned. His tongue danced against hers, his lips almost possessive, the only sign that he was losing control.
He pulled away, his voice a growl when he leaned into her ear, “Would you like to come, Inquisitor?”
His voice alone sent a spike of pleasure through Anielle’s body, “Please.”
He moved back down her body, covering her mouth with his free hand at the same time his tongue met her clit. Anielle cried out behind his hand as he lapped at her, hooking the fingers still buried inside her and dragging them across the spot that made her see stars.
Anielle writhed, her breaths coming out as moans as she gave in to the building pleasure Solas was coaxing from her body.
“That’s it, Ma Vhenan, that’s it.” He murmured against her clit.
Her pleasure climbed higher and higher, her body arched on its own accord, legs shaking as Solas continued his quick pace, not once wavering in rhythm. Finally, an intense wave of pleasure tipped her over the edge. Her body tightened and spasmed, a silent scream against Solas’s hand as he kept moving, wringing every ounce of her orgasm from her until she whimpered and tried to drag herself away from him.
Placing a final kiss to her core, Solas sat up, sliding his fingers from her and stroking his hands along her thighs. “How do you feel, Ani?”
The Inquisitor smiled, “Very relaxed. I might need a little more later, though.” She winked.
“With pleasure.” Solas reached for her wrists, untangling the necklace and looping it back around his neck, “I do very much like seeing you tied up with this.”
Anielle chuckled, “I do enjoy being tied up in it too.” She tugged her clothes back on before curling herself into Solas’ side. He held her close, tilting her chin up to kiss her softly. She met his eyes, “I will try to take more care of myself, Solas. I promise.”
Solas smiled, “And if you can’t, I will always be there to help, however you need.”