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[A giggle bubbles up and she smiles, closing her eyes briefly as his forehead touches hers’. When she reopens them, she watches him for a moment before her free hand moves to brush her fingertips against the side of his face]

It’s strange. I don’t normally like touching or being touched, not unless it’s on my own terms. When I choose. How I choose. But I do not mind it as much when it’s you. I find myself wanting more instead. Touching, being touched.

[This was a strange place with even stranger peculiarities, but she couldn’t find herself disliking it. It instead made her want to explore more and to push the boundaries of her knowledge]

[ It is sweet, and disarmingly tender, and Solas can't help the soft curl of his smile, the way he leans into her touch, careful not to push too far. ]

Touch me as you would like, if that is the case. I will not push you for more than you are willing to give.

[ It's not the first time they've been this close, and not the first time Solas has thought about their kisses, too. ]

[She hums in acknowledgement, laying her palm against his chest, feeling for his heart beat a moment]

I am willing to give you much. If you will have them. [Her tone is light, a tad playful, bot no less sincere.] I'm going to kiss you, then. [Kissing still falls under 'kiss me as you would like' right? At least, Helaena believes so, and she doesn't think Solas will object as she tilts her head to meet his mouth with her own. It's nothing new, but electric still all the same.]

The rooms are still cold, but my blood runs hot once more. [Powers are back, after all, and with it comes her naturally elevated heat. Solas has magic, she knows, but that's not the point.] I want to keep you warm.

[ Under her touch, his heart is beating just a little faster. Solas is a measured man, in control of himself, careful with his emotions - but even he cannot deny the way that his body reacts to a beautiful woman, one who understands and seeks wisdom, leaning in to him and seeking his affection.

Years ago, he might have walked away, but softened by friendship and the promise of his regrets being forgiven... It makes affection easier to accept.

His arm draws her tighter against him, and his kiss is softer, sweeter as he leans into it, to let himself enjoy the thrill of her. ]

I would not turn you away.

[ One hand rises, touching the side of her face gently. ]

As long as you permit me to warm you in return.

[It’s only after he agrees that she realizes she’d been worried about a rejection. In the moment it hadn’t really occurred to her that he would, but he still could have.

The thrill of acceptance makes a shiver go down her spine and startled a laugh out of her] It appears I am in need of it.

[She’s no stranger to this, but it had been quite some time since her husband had bothered to come to her. But she’s had children, she knows how they’re made. She’s not naive. But it feels different in a way that makes her excited and nervous in turn, butterflies beating their wings frantically in her stomach.

She pushes back on him lightly so she can stand, undoing the laces of her dress to let it fall and pool at her feet, leaving her in her slip beneath.] I will be thankful when the warmth returns and I won’t have to wear so many layers indoors.

[Helaena reaches up to undo her braids, to let her hair fall ever more freely down her back before she steps out of the dress and to the bed again, reaching for Solas once more to take his hand and place it against her hip] It’s cold. [She murmurs, inviting him to rectify that]

[ Solas doesn't even think of rejecting her, doesn't even consider it; intimacy is a rare and beautiful thing, especially to him, and he wants nothing more than to ensure that she is treated well. She has inspired such hope in him during their short acquaintance, and if he can do something to make her feel the same in return...

He would have taken her clothes from her if he had been permitted, but instead he is able to witness the view of her unlacing herself, of her fabrics falling away, the soft curve of her body with just her slip between his touch and her skin.

It feels almost too easy to draw her close, to bring her to rest over his hips and straddle him. He lets one hand rest gently on her waist, the other rising to touch her jaw, to bring her close enough to kiss. ]

I will take care of you, Helaena.

[ This kiss is different; he kisses her a little harder, with more passion, pulling her against his body with nothing short of desire coursing through him. ]

[She laughs, breathless and warm and rests her arms about his shoulders. It feels like something out of one of those novels they tell ladies not to read, but they sneak glimpses of my candlelight anyhow. The unrealistic expectations of sex and marriage that always seemed so unattainable. Men do not care for a woman's pleasure, an idea that seems silly at best to think of. Women don't enjoy sex. It's just a necessity. But the fantasy doesn't seem so far away in this place, not in the way heat pools between her legs and her body longs for his touch.

She presses against him, moaning into the kiss, an unfamiliar hunger welling up inside of her. When he says he'll take care of her, she believes it, without a shadow of doubt. There's the distinct feeling she's going to be learning more tonight than she ever had in her years of marriage. Aegon, after all, had never pulled her against him like this, or kissed her like he would devour her.

She squirms a bit in his lap, pressing her hips against his, her hands pulling at his clothes.]

[ Letting her take the lead is easy, simple; Solas lets her pull at his clothes and slide them away, the comforting fabrics of this house allowing easier access to his skin than anything he might have worn in Thedas, the layers of leather and cotton and armour that kept him apart from the world. He had been distant because he had to be, but here, in this strange realm...

He can be himself, in a way he could not before. Not a God, not Fen'Harel, not the Dread Wolf; just Solas, and Solas alone.

Hips rock against hers, grinding against her, as he kisses her and gives her all that he has. One hand strokes down her back, along the careful shape of her spine, and when he leans back to press his mouth along her jaw, her neck, he breathes out softly. ]

Lie back. Will you allow me to please you?

[She sighs, sweet and content as she slides her hands against his skin, feeling the warmth that becomes shared between them. She wants to count each freckle and make shapes between them, hands clinging as her head tilts back for him.]

You're already pleasing me. [There's a laugh in her voice again though she pulls back some to look at him with confused curiosity. She'd been hoping to stay like this a while longer, kissing and touching, but, she supposes, he is still a man. It's only natural he'd want to get right into fucking her.

So Helaena shifts back to lie against the bed, propped up by the pillows there, pulling her slip up about her hips, her knees together out of habit more than a sense of modesty.] How do you want me?

[ Solas hums softly as she moves, watching her - and then he's reaching out, careful. He adjusts the pillows to make her as comfortable as he can manage, stroking his knuckle over her jaw gently before he leans in to take another kiss, and then another. They're slow, careful things, tender, almost in the way that he pushes closer and smiles against her mouth.

She is wonderful, he thinks, and he wants to show her his appreciation for her curiosity, for the way she asks questions, trades secrets with him as if they have known each other for a lifetime or more. ]

Lean back, and stay comfortable.

[ His kisses move to her neck, as his hand sneaks up under the soft fabric of her shift, sliding between her legs. He intends to tease her, at first, before he makes his way down to pleasure her, and two fingers curl against her as he nips gently at the skin of her collarbone. ]

[The kisses ignite her all over again, her thighs pressing together for relief from it. Her body already runs hotter than most non-Targaryens, but it feels like her blood is lighting up in response to him. She longs for it to last, but bites back the words in favor of trusting the process. There's always more to him than it first seems.

Helaena smiles, tiling her head for him once more and allowing her eyes to close and focus on the feeling.] Solas... [She sighs his name before it turns into a gasp as his fingers touch her, her hands clenching in surprise where they've rested on his shoulders. She's wetter than she expected, but not embarrassed as she parts her legs for him,] You don't have to play. [Confused, amused again, as if Solas is somehow going off script (because he is) and she's not sure how to get him back on track]

I am aware that it is not a requirement, but it is enjoyable nevertheless.

[ It would be cruel of him to think ill of her previous partners, but if she doesn't regard this as a natural aspect of two people engaged in sex with one another then... Perhaps he is doing her more of a service than he had originally imagined.

Shaking his head, he leans down, kissing her chest, now, making his way towards her breasts, even as his fingers continue to explore her, carefully sliding his fingers into her, curling them just so. ]

I said I would take care of you and I meant it.

You are-- Ah!-- a strange one. [But it's not said unkindly; she delights in it, in fact, gasping out as his fingers curl into her. It's a strange feeling, but not an unwelcome one. She closes her eyes, sighing out as she squeezes around his fingers, pressing her hips forward in an effort to take more, feel more.] But I like it, I won't fault you for it.

[His strangeness is her pleasure--literally, in this case. It feels nice to have someone take their time and truly want her and not just a place to stick their dicks in. Children aren't the only goal here. Pleasure, giving and receiving, the gentle knowing of each other, the intimacy of it all. It's... beautiful. She sighs again, one hand sliding up over his neck and to his ears, sliding one thumb over the tip of it]

[ His focus falters a little as her fingers brush over the tip of his ear, making his eyes flicker and a soft noise slip from his mouth. It's not necessarily the most sensitive part of his body, but he's already flushed, already excited, and it sends a spark of excitement through him. Turning into her touch, he tries to kiss her wherever he can - wrist, palm, fingers, whatever is in reach. ]

It has been said before. [ And would likely be said again.

Surging forward to kiss her one more time, he begins to sink down her body, even as his fingers continue, thumb pressing to nudge gently at her clit. ]

[Laughter comes too easily to her with him, the smile an almost permanent fixture now as she watches him with half-lidded eyes. There's more she wants to say, but for the life of her she can't remember any of it, the thoughts fleeing from her head as his thumb touches her clit. The shock of pleasure makes her twitch, pressing against his fingers in a bid for more as she gasps.

She clenches around his fingers once more, barely registering for a moment as he begins to move himself down as well. She'd known this place would teach her new things, but she'd thought, at least, that she had the sex part understood. The warmth settles in her belly, and she presses a free hand against the sheets to clench at them if need be] Do that again.

[ She acts as if no one has ever pleasured her before, and Solas feels a rush of pleasure at being someone who can gift her this, who can offer her the gift of his affection. It does not matter to him if he does not get the same in return, not if he is the one who is able to take care of her, not if he is the one who is able to see her react like this.

Lips curling, he nods, kissing her hip gently before his thumb presses again, playing with her, just a little. He wants to see her come, wants to see her fall apart, but at the same time... He can't deny the urge to tease her. ]

Anything.

[She moans again, pressing her head back against the pillows. Her mind focuses in on the unfamiliar pleasure, chasing after it. Was this something she could've been doing all this time? Was this pleasure always just there, and she never bothered to know it? When she can think better later, she'll have to thank him. Maybe a nice fruit basket, or a dragon.

Questions come and go fleeting through her mind, none of them serious enough to stay and none important enough to make her want to get her wits about her to ask them. The heat builds, deep inside of her.] Ah, please... [She can only half-think of what she's asking for, more of the pleasure he's giving her, more of whatever it is he can show her. She wants to know it all]

[ There is no need for her to beg, Solas thinks, there is no need for her to ask for any more than what he is already giving her; he settles between her legs and makes sure her shift is out of the way, lifting her leg to hook it over his shoulder, to stretch her out just a little.

Soft kisses press along her inner thighs, his hand still working over her, stroking her gently. It is not bullying her towards completion, not pushing her to it, but teasing her, soft and slow and so careful. His lips curl, teeth scraping against her skin before he turns his head up to look at her. ]

May I use my mouth?

[She lets him move her, trusting him; he seems to know more about what he's doing here than she does, and she can't deny that she's eager to see what trick he'll pull out next. She finds her eyes transfixed on the image, him laying between her legs, his mouth on her skin. She feels it as much as she sees it, hardly able to connect that it's happening to her. What man did such a thing so gleefully? Her heart beat erratically against her chest, emotion swelling up that she can't think to name at the moment.

Perhaps it isn't so remarkable, and perhaps it shouldn't be. But it feels like he's laid the world at her feet to explore while wanting nothing in return for it.] Your mouth? [Slightly-- Not exasperated, really. Bewildered, more, as if to say 'what else could you possibly have to surprise me with?' But she nods, not hard to see where he's going with this, but scarcely believing it all the same. So strange, but she wouldn't trade him for anything right now] Show me. ['Show me what you can do.']

[ Show me, she asks, and Solas is determined.

Helaena's leg is hooked over his shoulder, giving him easier access to her; with his fingers moving, curling to bring her please with careful exploration, it seems almost too easy to adjust his position and press his mouth to the edge of her stomach, to begin to move lower, to seek her out.

His own cock is hard between his legs, hips rocking absently into the shape of the bed below him, but he doesn't care about that. What he cares about is holding her open with the thumb that had been on her clit, to making sure that she is well taken care of - and he does go slowly, wondering at her inexperience. To be married and a mother...

Careful, so careful with her, he presses his tongue flat against her clit, dragging it over her in the way he would have his thumb moments before, tasting her with a low, quiet noise of genuine pleasure. ]

[In the back of her mind, she'd known what he meant when he said he wanted to use his mouth. This shouldn't have been a shock to her at all, but somehow, still, it makes her face blaze red and she makes a strangled gasping noise at the first touch of his tongue to her clit.] Fuck-- [The uncharacteristic curse is ripped from her as she presses her head back, her heel pressing against Solas's back.

The pleasure that shocks through her leaves her breathless, the pleasure coiling tight and unfamiliar in her stomach. What has she been missing out on all this time? How had no one thought to tell or teach her of this?

How had she never known that someone else could actually enjoy doing this to her?] Solas-- [Another gasp and encouraging moan of his name, thighs trembling as she tries to keep herself from thrusting up to grind against his face]

[ Her delight is ambrosia to Solas, who chases it with all the determination that he can muster. He is a dedicated lover, determined to do what he can to inspire pleasure in those he beds, and he will not falter here, not when her enjoyment is so obvious and so sharp. He wants her to remember this with joy, with happiness, and the fingers of his free hand curl around her leg.

He does not hold her in place no more than he pushes her to do anything; his focus is on dragging his tongue over her clit, in worship and joy, and as he leans closer his fingers continue to move, to thrust in and out of her to combine the pleasure.

When he pauses to breathe, he tilts his gaze up to her. ]

You can move. Use me at your leisure.

[Was it possible to go insane from this? She feels like she might be going completely out of her head, trying to remember how to just breathe under the ministrations of his tongue, the thrust of his fingers.

And of course he notices her holding back, because why wouldn't he? So observant. Maybe too observant. She can't even laugh, just moans and rolls her hips without needing to be told twice, hands clutching at the sheets as she arches up into him. It's managing to be too much and not enough at the same time, with Helaena unable to tell if it had been seconds or minutes or hours as they continue.]

I'm going to... [She doesn't have the word for it even, or maybe she does, hovering somewhere beyond her tongue but unable to voice it. The pleasure is coiling tighter, Helaena teetering on the edge of orgasm ]

[ Solas does not pause.

Why would he, when she is so close? He does not intend this to be the only time she enjoys herself tonight, the only time her orgasm takes her over and leaves her satisfied and fulfilled. What he wants to do is devote himself to hours between her legs if he can, with hand and mouth and cock if she'll allow it, to take care of her and show her his affection.

Fingers gripping at her thighs, he redoubles his efforts, curling his tongue over her and then, in a moment of deep fascination, sucking gently at her clit to see if it is enough to throw her over the edge. ]

[She squeezes her eyes shut, her breathing come out in quick, short pants. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter, leaving her trembling and fucking against his face as she chases it, knowing the end was in sight.

Then his lips close around her clit and before she can think to say anything, the coil bursts. She manages a loud cry before it takes her breath away, the bright burst of it leaving her dazed as she collapses back against the pillows, trying to remember how to breathe and how to get her mind working again.]

That's... [Ugh. Why did words have to be so hard?] Why haven't I...felt this before? [She manages to murmur out, bewildered. A tragedy in all senses, but she knew it now, and knew now to not settle for less. But damn.]

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