There is no part of your body that Solas does not adore with his whole heart. So he kisses you slowly, tenderly, enjoying every breath you give him. Drawing out the moment is his favorite game with you. He feels you trying to deepen the kiss and pulls back immediately. An almost-visible smirk tugs at his lips. His fingers wrap around your neck, pressing lightly, not hard, but with enough pressure to make you tilt your head slightly upward.
While observing the proprieties in this dance of pleas and bliss, his lips drift slowly from the corner of your mouth, along the sharp line of your jaw, to your earlobe. You give a small jolt at the faint tickle of his tongue against it. He catches your reaction. He had been waiting for exactly this. Overcome by the seductive thrill of possession, he wraps his lips around your earlobe and the earring in it. You might have pulled away from the sudden shiver that ran through your body. But not now. His arms wrap tightly around your waist and hold you like strong vines. There isn’t a single chance that this teasing game, already ready to melt into lust, will stop.
The attraction to you inexorably pulls his mind into a thick haze, intoxicating him. You catch his touch, take in his desire, and let yourself enjoy it. Your mind has too often won, refusing you the desires you crave most, the deepest, darkest ones, the kind that are easier to hide behind deception than to admit to yourself. So you make a fleeting decision: to give in to this, to let him want you, and to find out exactly where it will take you.
His lips slide down to the soft skin of your neck as he possessively threads his fingers into your hair and tightens them at the roots. These soft, tempting curves belong to him, and he covers the line of your neck in kisses. You expect him to move lower, but all you feel is the tip of his tongue grazing your skin. It sends a shiver through you. Impatience. Craving.
He smiles slyly as he feels your pulse quicken beneath his lips. Solas changes the rules. He wants you to forget everything. His fingers roam freely through your hair, threading and tangling between the strands. His wet lips glide over your skin. Feeling how pliantly you melt under his caresses,Solas gently draws the flushed, sensitive skin of your neck. You shudder… and open your eyes.
Candlelight, crickets chirping, rare splashes of water, a light breeze, and he, beside you, opens his eyes a second late.
“Bad dream, my love?” Solas asked quietly without hiding his satisfaction. In the warm light of flickering candles he looked even more enchanting than usual. Your gaze slid lower, to his unbuttoned shirt revealing his strong chest to your eyes. You know you will not answer him. You see with what effort he tries not to reveal his playful smirk, you see flashes of a dark spark flickering in his eyes. You noticed this look before but never dared to ask about it, perhaps you will not dare at all.
His hands reach toward you with a demanding need for touch. He firmly takes your wrist, pulls you toward him, and turns onto his back. His palms firmly lower onto your rounded thighs as he settles you above him. You see his adoration mixed with lust, ignited by the Fade. You feel him with your whole body, and your secret desire gains will, pushing out reason and allowing the subconscious to lead you. When his fingers slipped under the nightdress and pressed tighter into soft skin, you felt his desire become tangible, and realized how dependent on you he is right now.
You like leading here, not in a dream. Feeling how everything that happens next depends only on you. A sweet feeling of power and control intoxicates, and you firmly shift your hips, pressing tightly against him. His body reacts instantly. Solas rises slightly and throws his head back awaiting a kiss. A playful smile flickers on your face at his hungry sight and you lean closer to his lips. You see how captivated and expectant his lips part, but you, teasing, do not give him your kiss. Your eyes meet for only a moment and he freezes completely enchanted. The pulling silence between you, the closeness of bodies and teasing tension with every second becomes more uncontrollable. Solas slowly, in his usual gesture for you, shakes his head before he, overwhelmed by desire, hungrily steals the kiss that belonged to him from your lips. He tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and makes a soft thrust of his hips upward, pressing into you. The night promised to be long, the shadows harmless, and heaven seemed his embrace.