[ Eventually, maybe the Fade will stop seeming so strange to Emalien. The magical manipulation of reality's ethereal fabric has never been an ability that she possessed, warrior that she is, and relying instead on her own senses and weaponry has kept her alive all these years. But now, here with Solas for eternity, she's getting a better sense of their new home.
She quickly learns that much of the Fade seems to operate by the logic of dreams, and her whims are more easily explored here, for the simple sake of curiosity and novelty. She so often has to do little more than will something into being, and it appears before her – apparently, the same can apply to her own body. She and Solas have been apart for a while, so there's plenty of room for refamiliarizing themselves with each other, a shockingly lighthearted opportunity amongst fresh grief. (Sacrifices made, worlds shattered, atonement sought; all undercurrents that cannot be so easily banished.) But that all can take a sideline for the joy that overwhelms Emalien by being close to Solas again. No matter the disappointment or sadness or even anger that rose in the wake of his departure, the world finally feels right again, being with him settling a part of her soul that's rioted ever since he left. Now, she can finally, finally find that peace again.
Emalien's demeanor is practically mischievous when she interrupts Solas's meditative revery today. She has no idea how long they've been in the Fade, and ultimately, it doesn't matter. This is their next shade of forever, so there's no use counting the days.
Her approach is subtle at first, but as soon as she steps up behind him and winds her arms around his waist, the gust of breath against the nape of his neck is warm, affection in the kiss she leaves at the nearest available patch of skin behind his ear. ]
[ This place was once as close to home as Solas had ever felt in this new world; slipping between the Fade and the real world, sliding into the gaps between the Veil and feeling as if he could breathe for the first time. Now? It feels a touch more cloying, a touch more dangerous, his life-force itself tying them all together, keeping the world itself on its feet. It might have been enough to break him entirely, if he had been left to do it alone.
He is not alone. Emalien had chosen to come with him, to stand at his side, despite all the ills he had caused. There is no logic in that but love, he thinks, and the blessing of adoration sits heavy on his shoulders.
Slipping into whatever peace he can find, Solas is deaf to the world before she comes to him. Careful arms wrap around him, draw him back, and his low chuckle is soft and warm as he basks in the knowledge of being loved, of the fact that she chose him. She saw the good in him, even when his own sight was blinded by grief and regret; there is nothing he can do to show her the depth of his own love in return.
Turning, he captures her mouth with his own, a gentle kiss of his lips before he sighs softly. ]
Nothing more important than you. [ Their noses brush, and he smiles, all fondness and sweetness. ] My attention is yours.
[ If there's anything Emalien has had over the last decade, it's time. Time to reflect on her days with Solas, far briefer than her years spent without him, and rather than fester like an infected wound, Emalien's heart has bloomed with compassion for the path that brought them here. She can never know the weight of what he's carried, what he sacrificed and what was taken from him, but she understands a fragment of the mantle; before, when she rose as the Inquisitor and now, when she subsequently spent the past months holding the South together by her fingernails during an onslaught by the very gods Solas first defeated, she's gained perspective. She endured that for a fragment of the time that Solas led his rebellion, and that has left her exhausted.
Now, it finally feels like everything has stopped moving so brutally quick.
She's here now, with Solas.
All too happy to meet that sweet kiss, Emalien's smile mirrors Solas when they part. ]
Then I'll happily claim it. [ A light tease as she closes the gap for another kiss, an indulgence she can't resist now that the opportunity is presented to her. ]
Especially since I hope to claim more than your attention.
[ Living away from her for ten years, having only dreams and memories to keep him going, letting his heart continue to beat. It might have been easier if he had never fallen in love with her, if he had never been able to find the sweetness inside of him that was flowered because of her sweetness, but... But, he loves her. But, he will continue to love her. But... She is everything that he had ever dreamed of, everything that he had ever wanted to have.
Everything he had denied himself for so long after all his losses.
One of his hands lifts, stroking over her cheek, feeling out her cheekbones, the curve of her smile as she looks at him, and the only thing he can feel inside of himself is adoration and love. Somehow, they've come together, somehow they've found one another again, and he makes a soft, content sound, a sigh of warmth. ]
What more could you ask for, ma vhenan?
[ A coy smile as he kisses her again, arm slinking around her to hold her tight, close, warm. ]
[ It's a thing she only hears him say in her dreams – or, it used to be. Now, she has him tangibly in her arms, a gift she isn't yet convinced won't be spirited away in the blink of an eye. How can she resist?
In an ironic mirror to the hand Solas brings to Emalien's face, she drops her own from his waist to the curve of his ass. Her warm smile quirks with mischief as she squeezes the firm muscle, clearly appreciative. ]
I was thinking "all of you," to start.
[ This weird place isn't limited by such inconvenient things as "reality" or "bodies," after all. ]
[ There's a soft laugh that comes as her hand lies upon him, where his own wandering palm had gone so many times before now, and the only thing left for him to do is to lean in and kiss her gently, to tilt his head and steal more of her warmth and her affection for himself. He remains unworthy, remains foolish, but he longs for it, longs for her.
She had chosen to stay with him. It reminds him of how beautiful the world can be, because he sees it all in her features.
Breathing out softly, he closes his eyes. ]
Fewer clothes seems a most sensible suggestion.
[ Tilting his head, his mouth trails along her skin. ]
[ She's becoming more confident with the way her imagination can shape their surroundings, and it's almost seamless now how their world melts into the ethereal glow of magic, dissipating and solidifying again with a thrum of energy. When the setting returns, it looks distinctly like Skyhold, reminiscent of her old quarters in the fortress; out of the corner of her eye, she can even see a familiar bear pelt spread out across the welcoming bed. She'd never known accommodations like Skyhold until the Inquisition took up residence and not since, too accustomed to constantly moving with a bed no bigger than what she could carry on her back. Of course her old bed in Skyhold is what she naturally remembers, too full of fond memories of tumbling into it with Solas.
Standing next to the bed now, exposed skin takes the place of her habitual uniform. Clothes? A problem for later. Naked, warm and content, Emalien's strong arms curl around Solas, dragging him flush against her as she revels in the sturdiness of his form, this man that she's missed so dearly for so long. ]
I want to open you up and pull you apart, ma vhenan.
[ Solas lets her move and manipulate the Fade, lets her twist it around them, and it feels good to allow it. It feels natural to be here, in a way, something that fills his veins with warmth and a kind of certainty that is achingly novel. It warms him, makes him tilt his head as he basks in it, the tenderness of magic and the knowledge that the two of them are together once again.
Nowhere has felt like home since Arlathan, and yet here, together... It feels close enough to it for comfort.
Looking around, his fingers dance over hers, touching and holding her close, urging her back towards a wall. This, too, is familiar, and he leans in to chase the taste of her mouth, giving himself over to the urge to lose himself in her touch, her body, all that she has. ]
Whatever you wish. I want to pleasure you, please you, my love.
[ Emalien doesn't resist, as pliable as she is determined to keep touching him, to take more of him. One step back for every crowding step forward, she's all smiles when the stone meets her shoulders, cool on her bare skin. Something about the nostalgia of the moment draws a light, quiet chuckle from her before her breath is stolen away in another kiss. She planned to herd him into the bed, but he's a beat ahead of her (as per usual). The flush press of his body, his hands, feeling as much dream as it is reality – it all makes her hyperaware of the new magical manifestation of her form.
It's not the first dick that's ever been attached to her body, but this is the first one that feels distinctly real. Carved toys and cleverly-applied spells are well and good, but it feels like her own flesh when arousal stirs in her belly now. Solas's long figure is a line of heat along her body, and she instinctively rocks her hips forward, grinding the thickening length of her new cock into his thigh.
Her pleased sound is as much another lighthearted laugh, marveling at the novelty of this malleable space and her own ability to affect it. ]
You've always had a talent for that. [ Nobody before or after Solas made her feel the way that he did. ]
[ The two of them together are obsessed with each other, and Solas knows it; he leans into her, anchored to her by his adoration, by his want of more of her, and nothing she might do or say would take that from him. His love for her is the one thing that had kept the goodness inside of him alive, had kept him from wanting to drown himself in his regrets and his guilt, and being able to come to her once more, to know her as familiarly and as desperately as he had...
It is a relief, a gift, a bounty. He loves her.
Reaching, he lifts one of her legs to wrap it around him, his other hand sliding between their legs. His fingers wrap around the shape of her new cock, long fingers curling and dragging, callouses against warm skin. It feels so much better than the toys they might have enjoyed in the past, and he breathes out a little, warmed laugh as he nudges their noses together, pained by how much he wants her, needs her. ]
So I can see.
[ His mouth presses to her jaw, and he smiles, an expression filled with adoration. ]
Do you wish for my hand alone, ma vhenan, or would my mouth better suit you?
[ What a delicious conundrum for her. If she chooses his hand, she gets to continue kissing him. She gets to stay pressed up against him and hold him close, and of course that appeals to her terribly – but his mouth? Solas has always been able to make her see stars when he eats her out.
She wonders what that will be like with different anatomy.
Emalien moans her approval, marveling at the way she can feel his beautifully long fingers squeezing hot flesh. ]
Your clever tongue would be a most welcome place to start, I think.
[ She turns her face to find those lips again for another kiss, tongue sliding forward to tangle with Solas's – hot and deep and brief, closed with a graze of teeth as she leans back to look down between them. Curious, appraising, her leg tightens around him, flexing as she rocks forward, absently chasing the touch and the snug sleeve of his hand. ]
[ The urge to stay with his lips against her own is something that cannot be ignored, and he would gladly stand here and kiss her for hours upon end, would worship her with his touch and his sweetness. Solas would do anything she asked of him, as long as that meant that he was able to show her just how much he loved her, how much he adores her, how much he wanted to make up for all the things that had gone wrong.
When she moans against his mouth, all he can do is shiver, nuzzling into her. ]
Gladly.
[ Solas' mouth trails down her body as he falls to his knees, pressing kisses to her collarbone, to her neck, to the curve of her breast as his spare hand squeezes deliberately. He enjoys using his mouth on her, enjoys making sure that she feels good, and it does not stop.
Kneeling, dropped easily to bend before her, he lifts one of her legs to lift it around his shoulders. His mouth brushes along her hip, her thigh, deliberately teasing her as he nuzzles into her skin. ]
[ Emalien relishes the explorative touch. She feels alight with every brush of affection, a trail of sensation that makes her heart flutter, makes her stomach tighten and clench with anticipation. She pulls him closer with the leg hooked over his shoulder, hips tilting up to offer herself as his mouth travels tantalizingly higher. ]
Everything with you is enjoyable, my love.
[ She runs a hand over his smooth crown, squeezing the back of his neck to drag her fingernails up again. Her new cock waits in front of his face, an offering as much as temptation. ]
But I might have fantasized a time or two how you would look and feel with your lips wrapped around something more than polished wood.
[ She wonders if there might have been a moment or two to enjoy a dalliance with one of their fellow companions, someone to help her bring Solas to his knees, but their days in the Inquisition were full enough. ]
[ It is true that their coupling has always felt better than things he might have shared in the past, if only because they share a connection that goes beyond any other. It had been centuries, and Solas does not think that he had ever loved someone as sweetly as he loved Emalien.
Her fingers brush over his skin, and he sighs softly, pleased. ]
You should have said something before. You and I both know the power of dreams.
[ Another kiss to her hip, careful, and then he is angling himself, adjusting his weight on his knees so that he can take her cock into his mouth, to slide down and groan at the pleasure of it. ]
[ She should have mentioned something sooner, surely, but Emalien has had time to think and fantasize and dream, a muscle that she's built over time rather than something that came naturally to a mage. ]
Maybe so, but—
[ But whatever thoughts flittered through her mind are almost immediately banished by the hot mouth settling around her cock, the vibration of Solas's voice thrumming through her, burning hot in her belly and striking her eager need alight in an entirely new way. ]
Vhenan...
[ A throaty groan, her head falling back against stone as she basks in the subsuming heat of her lover's mouth. It's a different sensation entirely, a new way to experience her own nervous system, and Emalien can't get enough. She rocks forward, chasing, gasping at the pulsing pleasure that's nothing like being eaten out because her anatomy simply doesn't allow for this much physical touch. Solas may have a talented tongue, but experiencing it this way is a whole new world.
So this is why men like blowjobs so much. Makes sense. ]
[ It has been a long time, there's no denying that, and Solas is aware of his own thoughts now they've had so much distance between them. It was hard to not dwell on things they hadn't been able to do, all the ventures that had been kept from them because of his own choices, the nights that they might have had together stolen by his own hubris.
He had dreamed of her so often, and he knows she had seen him. She had chased him, and he had fled, the coward that he had been for so many months. Solas' desperation to see her had overridden his good sense, and all it had done was cause them more and more and more pain.
At least they had come together now: at least they had found each other now.
Even as he takes her deep, even as he lets himself sink along the cock she had made for their pleasure, his fingers stroke along her thighs, her hips, trying to keep the warm flood of his want obvious.
It has been a very long time since he has done anything like this, longer than before they had met, but it is not a skill he had forgotten in the time since his last venture. The taste is familiar, the motion of his body is familiar, the way he hums with sheer pleasure... That is an old friend.
[ Though Emalien sees no reason to admit it aloud, part of her touch remains so concrete, so solid because she's terrified that if she loosens her grip for a heartbeat, he'll disappear like fleeting moonlight as he had so many times in her dreams before. Her life is one long dream now, and if he decides to vanish again, she'll be truly alone. But she knows that if Solas wishes to leave her behind, it doesn't matter how tightly she tries to cling to his presence; he'll slip through her fingers as he had over and over and over again.
Fortunately for her fears, she wouldn't have come alongside Solas if she believed he would trap her as he had Rook. She trusted her trickster enough to give up everything – even if it's not exactly the first time such a thing has been asked of her. Ever since the Conclave, Emalien has forsaken more and more of herself for others, for the world, for the greater good.
Can she be blamed now for selfishly clinging to the piece of her heart that she has left?
Rather than let herself sink into old wounds, Emalien eagerly embraces the warm worship of Solas's mouth, swept up in novel pleasure that radiates outward from her pelvis, following the trail of his tongue. Breathless, gasping as she digs her nails into the meat of his shoulder, she tips her chin forward to watch, unable to tear her eyes away from the handsome and alluring sight of her lover's lips around such a new part of her body. ]
Solas—
[ She trails her free fingertips along his temple, down his cheek, following the hinge of his stretched jaw with as much worship in her touch as in his own. ]
You... you have no idea how irresistible you look like this. Ahh— I can hardly stand it...
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She quickly learns that much of the Fade seems to operate by the logic of dreams, and her whims are more easily explored here, for the simple sake of curiosity and novelty. She so often has to do little more than will something into being, and it appears before her – apparently, the same can apply to her own body. She and Solas have been apart for a while, so there's plenty of room for refamiliarizing themselves with each other, a shockingly lighthearted opportunity amongst fresh grief. (Sacrifices made, worlds shattered, atonement sought; all undercurrents that cannot be so easily banished.) But that all can take a sideline for the joy that overwhelms Emalien by being close to Solas again. No matter the disappointment or sadness or even anger that rose in the wake of his departure, the world finally feels right again, being with him settling a part of her soul that's rioted ever since he left. Now, she can finally, finally find that peace again.
Emalien's demeanor is practically mischievous when she interrupts Solas's meditative revery today. She has no idea how long they've been in the Fade, and ultimately, it doesn't matter. This is their next shade of forever, so there's no use counting the days.
Her approach is subtle at first, but as soon as she steps up behind him and winds her arms around his waist, the gust of breath against the nape of his neck is warm, affection in the kiss she leaves at the nearest available patch of skin behind his ear. ]
Am I interrupting anything, vhenan?
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He is not alone. Emalien had chosen to come with him, to stand at his side, despite all the ills he had caused. There is no logic in that but love, he thinks, and the blessing of adoration sits heavy on his shoulders.
Slipping into whatever peace he can find, Solas is deaf to the world before she comes to him. Careful arms wrap around him, draw him back, and his low chuckle is soft and warm as he basks in the knowledge of being loved, of the fact that she chose him. She saw the good in him, even when his own sight was blinded by grief and regret; there is nothing he can do to show her the depth of his own love in return.
Turning, he captures her mouth with his own, a gentle kiss of his lips before he sighs softly. ]
Nothing more important than you. [ Their noses brush, and he smiles, all fondness and sweetness. ] My attention is yours.
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Now, it finally feels like everything has stopped moving so brutally quick.
She's here now, with Solas.
All too happy to meet that sweet kiss, Emalien's smile mirrors Solas when they part. ]
Then I'll happily claim it. [ A light tease as she closes the gap for another kiss, an indulgence she can't resist now that the opportunity is presented to her. ]
Especially since I hope to claim more than your attention.
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Everything he had denied himself for so long after all his losses.
One of his hands lifts, stroking over her cheek, feeling out her cheekbones, the curve of her smile as she looks at him, and the only thing he can feel inside of himself is adoration and love. Somehow, they've come together, somehow they've found one another again, and he makes a soft, content sound, a sigh of warmth. ]
What more could you ask for, ma vhenan?
[ A coy smile as he kisses her again, arm slinking around her to hold her tight, close, warm. ]
I am yours to command.
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In an ironic mirror to the hand Solas brings to Emalien's face, she drops her own from his waist to the curve of his ass. Her warm smile quirks with mischief as she squeezes the firm muscle, clearly appreciative. ]
I was thinking "all of you," to start.
[ This weird place isn't limited by such inconvenient things as "reality" or "bodies," after all. ]
But perhaps with fewer clothes.
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She had chosen to stay with him. It reminds him of how beautiful the world can be, because he sees it all in her features.
Breathing out softly, he closes his eyes. ]
Fewer clothes seems a most sensible suggestion.
[ Tilting his head, his mouth trails along her skin. ]
Perhaps you would lead the way.
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[ She's becoming more confident with the way her imagination can shape their surroundings, and it's almost seamless now how their world melts into the ethereal glow of magic, dissipating and solidifying again with a thrum of energy. When the setting returns, it looks distinctly like Skyhold, reminiscent of her old quarters in the fortress; out of the corner of her eye, she can even see a familiar bear pelt spread out across the welcoming bed. She'd never known accommodations like Skyhold until the Inquisition took up residence and not since, too accustomed to constantly moving with a bed no bigger than what she could carry on her back. Of course her old bed in Skyhold is what she naturally remembers, too full of fond memories of tumbling into it with Solas.
Standing next to the bed now, exposed skin takes the place of her habitual uniform. Clothes? A problem for later. Naked, warm and content, Emalien's strong arms curl around Solas, dragging him flush against her as she revels in the sturdiness of his form, this man that she's missed so dearly for so long. ]
I want to open you up and pull you apart, ma vhenan.
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Nowhere has felt like home since Arlathan, and yet here, together... It feels close enough to it for comfort.
Looking around, his fingers dance over hers, touching and holding her close, urging her back towards a wall. This, too, is familiar, and he leans in to chase the taste of her mouth, giving himself over to the urge to lose himself in her touch, her body, all that she has. ]
Whatever you wish. I want to pleasure you, please you, my love.
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It's not the first dick that's ever been attached to her body, but this is the first one that feels distinctly real. Carved toys and cleverly-applied spells are well and good, but it feels like her own flesh when arousal stirs in her belly now. Solas's long figure is a line of heat along her body, and she instinctively rocks her hips forward, grinding the thickening length of her new cock into his thigh.
Her pleased sound is as much another lighthearted laugh, marveling at the novelty of this malleable space and her own ability to affect it. ]
You've always had a talent for that. [ Nobody before or after Solas made her feel the way that he did. ]
But I had a few new ideas.
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It is a relief, a gift, a bounty. He loves her.
Reaching, he lifts one of her legs to wrap it around him, his other hand sliding between their legs. His fingers wrap around the shape of her new cock, long fingers curling and dragging, callouses against warm skin. It feels so much better than the toys they might have enjoyed in the past, and he breathes out a little, warmed laugh as he nudges their noses together, pained by how much he wants her, needs her. ]
So I can see.
[ His mouth presses to her jaw, and he smiles, an expression filled with adoration. ]
Do you wish for my hand alone, ma vhenan, or would my mouth better suit you?
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She wonders what that will be like with different anatomy.
Emalien moans her approval, marveling at the way she can feel his beautifully long fingers squeezing hot flesh. ]
Your clever tongue would be a most welcome place to start, I think.
[ She turns her face to find those lips again for another kiss, tongue sliding forward to tangle with Solas's – hot and deep and brief, closed with a graze of teeth as she leans back to look down between them. Curious, appraising, her leg tightens around him, flexing as she rocks forward, absently chasing the touch and the snug sleeve of his hand. ]
Well, that's new.
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When she moans against his mouth, all he can do is shiver, nuzzling into her. ]
Gladly.
[ Solas' mouth trails down her body as he falls to his knees, pressing kisses to her collarbone, to her neck, to the curve of her breast as his spare hand squeezes deliberately. He enjoys using his mouth on her, enjoys making sure that she feels good, and it does not stop.
Kneeling, dropped easily to bend before her, he lifts one of her legs to lift it around his shoulders. His mouth brushes along her hip, her thigh, deliberately teasing her as he nuzzles into her skin. ]
An enjoyable feeling, yes?
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Everything with you is enjoyable, my love.
[ She runs a hand over his smooth crown, squeezing the back of his neck to drag her fingernails up again. Her new cock waits in front of his face, an offering as much as temptation. ]
But I might have fantasized a time or two how you would look and feel with your lips wrapped around something more than polished wood.
[ She wonders if there might have been a moment or two to enjoy a dalliance with one of their fellow companions, someone to help her bring Solas to his knees, but their days in the Inquisition were full enough. ]
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[ It is true that their coupling has always felt better than things he might have shared in the past, if only because they share a connection that goes beyond any other. It had been centuries, and Solas does not think that he had ever loved someone as sweetly as he loved Emalien.
Her fingers brush over his skin, and he sighs softly, pleased. ]
You should have said something before. You and I both know the power of dreams.
[ Another kiss to her hip, careful, and then he is angling himself, adjusting his weight on his knees so that he can take her cock into his mouth, to slide down and groan at the pleasure of it. ]
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[ She should have mentioned something sooner, surely, but Emalien has had time to think and fantasize and dream, a muscle that she's built over time rather than something that came naturally to a mage. ]
Maybe so, but—
[ But whatever thoughts flittered through her mind are almost immediately banished by the hot mouth settling around her cock, the vibration of Solas's voice thrumming through her, burning hot in her belly and striking her eager need alight in an entirely new way. ]
Vhenan...
[ A throaty groan, her head falling back against stone as she basks in the subsuming heat of her lover's mouth. It's a different sensation entirely, a new way to experience her own nervous system, and Emalien can't get enough. She rocks forward, chasing, gasping at the pulsing pleasure that's nothing like being eaten out because her anatomy simply doesn't allow for this much physical touch. Solas may have a talented tongue, but experiencing it this way is a whole new world.
So this is why men like blowjobs so much. Makes sense. ]
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He had dreamed of her so often, and he knows she had seen him. She had chased him, and he had fled, the coward that he had been for so many months. Solas' desperation to see her had overridden his good sense, and all it had done was cause them more and more and more pain.
At least they had come together now: at least they had found each other now.
Even as he takes her deep, even as he lets himself sink along the cock she had made for their pleasure, his fingers stroke along her thighs, her hips, trying to keep the warm flood of his want obvious.
It has been a very long time since he has done anything like this, longer than before they had met, but it is not a skill he had forgotten in the time since his last venture. The taste is familiar, the motion of his body is familiar, the way he hums with sheer pleasure... That is an old friend.
His devotion to her is obvious in this, too. ]
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Fortunately for her fears, she wouldn't have come alongside Solas if she believed he would trap her as he had Rook. She trusted her trickster enough to give up everything – even if it's not exactly the first time such a thing has been asked of her. Ever since the Conclave, Emalien has forsaken more and more of herself for others, for the world, for the greater good.
Can she be blamed now for selfishly clinging to the piece of her heart that she has left?
Rather than let herself sink into old wounds, Emalien eagerly embraces the warm worship of Solas's mouth, swept up in novel pleasure that radiates outward from her pelvis, following the trail of his tongue. Breathless, gasping as she digs her nails into the meat of his shoulder, she tips her chin forward to watch, unable to tear her eyes away from the handsome and alluring sight of her lover's lips around such a new part of her body. ]
Solas—
[ She trails her free fingertips along his temple, down his cheek, following the hinge of his stretched jaw with as much worship in her touch as in his own. ]
You... you have no idea how irresistible you look like this. Ahh— I can hardly stand it...