[ 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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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...