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Pairing: Cassandra x Solas Rating: E Words: 435 Tags: Cassandra is Divine, clandestine meetings during Trespasser, poetic sexual content, cheeky references to chintz

"You have to leave again."

She says it as fact, not as a question. Her strong hands clasp at the nape of his neck, but only to hold him. Never to trap him. As if he could run away from her, as if he could pull himself away now that she has touched him...

"I must."

"But not yet," Cassandra, now Victoria, says. She enforces this reality with the certainty of her words. "Not yet. Give me this moment."

And so Solas does, moulding like clay in her hands.

They have covered the office of the Divine in gold. So, as if it were her bedroll above the smithy in Skyhold, they sink to the floor. Her raiment falls, pushed and unlaced with hasty hands. Her cornette topples to the desk, and Solas sinks his fingers into her short hair.

There is grief in this lovemaking — their fingers and lips memorize flesh and hair and sweat, the taste of the other's mouth. Solas thinks he will never forget the scent of her skin, but he has already once before. For now, he grows drunk on the smell of her — iron, salt, musk, roses. He wishes he was a man of faith, for he would worship any god she led him to.