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Solas wasn't afraid to touch her in the fade anymore, and Nolanni relished in that. They had been together for just a few minutes before the dead-of-night knocking had pulled her from his side.

They'd been pressed together, both lacking clothes from the moment he'd found her, his hands on her chest and hips beckoning hers closer. She felt the tingling between her legs grow as she recounted the past few minutes in her mind. She flipped over in bed and tried to rest her eyes, her need growing as she thought and imagined what could have happened if she hadn't been woken.

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She stood outside of his quarters and paused, she realized for the first time that she hadn't even bothered to dress herself properly. Bare feet against the stone floor and nothing covering her except for an oversized tunic that she'd brought back with her the last time they'd visited her clan. She could just imagine the scolding she'd receive from Josephine if anyone saw her. Luckily the castle was quiet and dark, and Nolanni had plenty of practice sneaking around to avoid being seen. Most elves do, she supposed.

She returned her focus to Solas' door. Just inhale and exhale, she told herself. She knocked, and waited.

Nothing.

Maybe he was still asleep? Perhaps when she was woken up he simply rolled over and continued to dream. She knocked again, a bit harder this time. If this didn't wake him up she'd have to go back up to her room and... take care of things herself. Another moment passed and she turned to walk away, disappointed, when she heard the door creak open.

Solas popped his face out, an adorable expression of malcontent and tiredness pulling on his face. "Inquisitor?" He mumbled as if he wasn't sure she was truly there.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" She stepped closer, apologetic but eager to be near him.

"No. I... was already awake." He was either unsure of or uncomfortable with her presence, a rather drastic change from how he'd been acting in the fade just a half hour ago. He looked her up and down, pausing on her pantsless legs. "Would you like to come in?" He looked back up at her and opened the door fully to reveal that he was missing a shirt himself.

She entered the room, a small space that felt less like his than the rotunda, but that still had books and papers littering his desk and shelves. She had been here before, but not often and never so late into the night. A candle burned on his desk over a freshly half-written report. He closed the door and followed her into the room as she sat on the edge of his untidy bed. "You couldn't sleep either?" She motioned to his desk.

Solas took a seat on the desk chair and smiled faintly. "I had a.. well. I had a dream that cut off rather abruptly. It was too difficult to return to sleep." He looked back at her and there it was, the longing she felt in her very core, the need to be closer. To be together. But he was holding back now, just as he always did when they were awake. She wanted to will him to stand up, to walk over to the bed and crawl on top of her. Wishful thinking.

"Was there something I can help you with?" His question pulled her from her thoughts. His coolness, his rationality, was something they would never have in common. She sat there with a pumping heart and she wanted to scream at him to love her, but she could at least try to play his game.

"Well, I had a dream that was probably a lot like yours." She cooed in a mocking tone as she stood from the bed and walked the few feet to his chair. "And it left me..." She slowly lowered herself onto his lap.

"Wanting more." She finished with her lips just inches away from his now.

"We shouldn't," he began to interject but his words trailed off as her lips brushed against his.

Her body ached to close the little space left between them, but she would not go any further without his agreement. She did not have to wait long, it came easily.

His first kiss was gentle. Tender and slow, his hands lifting to her face for just a moment. His second kiss, that one was harder. His tongue found it's way into her mouth and she moaned into him. Gods, she'd missed the way he tasted. When they found each other in the fade, their smells and tastes were just memories. Here, now, this was Solas. With his warmth, and scent, and passion.

She aggressively began to fight his tongue with hers, moving to bite his lip and coax a pleased gasp from him. She felt herself tingling and the twitch of his manhood hardening under her.

And then he pulled away and the space between them felt cold and sharp. "I cannot," he sounded like he was pleading her to stop him.

She tried to figure out the emotions in his eyes. Was it lust? Need? Sadness? Perhaps a combination. Whatever it was, she was tired of him hiding behind something that he couldn't even explain to her.

"You don't have to do anything, Solas." She'd meant to sound reassuring, but the loophole in her mind made it sound more snide.

Nolanni leaned in to gently kiss his neck. She took her time as her lips trailed downward, listening to his unsteady breath as her tongue traced his collarbone up to his jawline. She stopped to nibble on a bit of skin and felt his arms tighten around her waist as she began to suckle, leaving a dark purple mark when she finally pulled away.

Before moving to kiss his lips again she stopped to whisper in his ear, "Just tell me to stop, and I will." His shiver and hands tightening around her waist urged her to continue.

As she leaned back to allow him full view of her, she took his hands from her waist and slid them down to rest on her thighs. Then she moved her own hands across her body slowly, watching him swallow as his eyes followed her hands to her breasts.

She fondled herself through her tunic, the buds of her nipples hardening to poke through the thin fabric. Achingly slow even for her, she slid one hand downward to pull her oversized cover to the side and reveal her smallclothes. Damp from their dream, and from the way he watched her now. His fascination filled her and egged her on, sliding her fingers under the fabric and beginning to stroke her own heat.

Solas' eyes widened and flickered between her face and her working hand, his mouth slightly agape as he tried to decide which part of her to watch. Nolanni's back began to arch as she leaned into the pleasure spreading between her legs. She was not conservative with her heavy breathing, nor with the small moans escaping her lips each time her fingers struck a new nerve.

She was already pent up from their earlier interaction in the fade. It may not have been a physical experience, but she'd felt it physically. The way he'd scratched her shoulders, the way he'd pulled her against him, the way he'd taken what he wanted so openly. And what he wanted was her.

Pressure began to rise in her as she stared into her lover's eyes and imagined that his fingers were the ones sliding against her slick center. His face was hungry, captivated, and taking in every bite of her lips and twitch of her legs. His fingers trailed along her thighs lightly, and she knew he was thinking of putting them other places. She'd take this, whatever he could give her, over the touch of anyone else. She sped up her working hand and felt her legs began to tremble.

"Fuck, Solas!" She felt her orgasm bloom and dug her free hand's nails into his shoulder. Launching forward to kiss her, Solas lapped at her tongue like a man who'd just been given water for the first time in days. She road out her pleasure and then collapsed against him, his hands still wrapped tightly around her thighs.

She breathed against him for a moment, then separated herself just enough to pull her hands from her smallclothes and make a show as she brought her fingers to her lips, sucking her fluids off of each one without breaking eye contact.

"Fenhedis." Solas swore under his breath and continued to look into her overwhelmed face briefly before scooping her up and carrying her over to the bed. She allowed her legs to wrap around his waist as their lips battled over a kiss. Her tongue put up a fight only briefly before surrendering to his.

"Take that off." He growled as he laid her down and she quickly tore off all of her clothing, returning her gaze to him and seeing him standing over her completely naked. He was slowly stroking his hard cock in his hand as his eyes rolled over every inch of her skin. She felt her heat beginning to throb again. Finally. She thought at him. Let me have you finally.

"Fucking Fen'Harel take me." She whispered under her breath.

His hand paused and he looked displeased for a moment "What did you say?"

Why was he so sensitive about these things? Especially now. "I'm sorry! It's just, it's a Dalish saying!"

His eyes relaxed and he got onto the bed, pushing her further up towards the headboard.

"Don't apologize for being who you are." He kissed her and gathered one of her legs in his arm. She stared into his amused face and felt his love spilling over her. This, he, was everything she wanted.

"You're perfect." He mused, and then suddenly he was inside of her.

Fuck. His thrusts were slow and steady, better than anything she'd ever imagined. Fade sex was nothing compared to this. His salty taste, the sweat accumulating on his brow, the taste of sleep mixed with pine, the way it felt to be full of him. She'd needed it all, all of him, and now she was blissfully overwhelmed by it.

"Tell me, is this what you were hoping for when you knocked on my door?"

"I mean-" her response was cut off by a moan as he suddenly quickened his speed. Creators. She felt her eyes begin to close as she ravished in the feeling of his cock inside her. The need for release in her core grew each time he hit her sweet spot, and then he slowed. She moaned a complaint.

Solas brought a hand up to stroke her face as he continued to slide in and out of her slowly. "You mean?" He urged her to continue her sentence.

Nolanni opened her eyes back up to look at him. He was so perfect. Body, mind, soul, all of it. "A girl can dream."

"But this is not a dream."

"Must you always mock me?"

"I did not intend to-" his words trailed into a whimper as Nolanni unexpectedly pushed and rolled over to mount him. It was her turn to decide the pace.

Grinding against him rythmatically, she took every inch of him inside of her. He was gasping, kissing every part of her that he could reach as his hands wandered her back. She loved seeing him like this. He was overwhelmed by her, giving in completely to his pleasure, not concerned with whatever troubles usually swam in his head.

One of his hands slid around and his thumb found her clit, moving in slow circles to accompany her every thrust.

"Solas!" She gasped. A rough moan escaped his mouth as she drove forward to capture him in a kiss.

She'd waited so long for him, and it was all worth it. Everytime he'd changed the subject, pushed her away, and looked at her with pained eyes she had wondered what weighed on him. Now the only weight on him was her, and she wished she could keep him in this moment forever as their glued together bodies moved in synchronization. Her core tightened against him and she felt her pleasure explode.

Another thrust and Solas was joining in her orgasm, spilling inside of her and gasping for air as their lips separated and they clung to each other. She let out another raspy gasp as she rode him to completion, and then rolled off so that they laid side by side.

Their arms remained wrapped around each other as they waited for their breathing to slow. Minutes passed and she basked in his presence, this was more than she ever could have asked for. She reached to kiss him again, softly this time. Slowly.

"Vhenan.." he breathed into her as their lips parted.

"Vhenan?"

"My heart."