solas x lavellan: fluff, hint of smut, a/b/o dynamics, to be continued...
She blinks the morning sun from her eyes, lost in the faint memory of a dream. There is a delicious ache in her bones as she stretches an arm out from under the covers. Bare. As is the rest of her. Then comes the other surprise: which really isn’t a surprise at all. Welcome warmth stirs at her back, one hand around her belly, the other clasping her outstretched arm. Kisses on her knuckles and fingers and palm. “What happened?” They were in the Fade, delirious with desire, entangled limbs and breathless moans, crafty elvhen cursing from his lips when he’d filled her in one long stroke—it was a wonder she hadn’t collapsed from the intensity, the fullness of him— her thighs clench at the memory. A chuckle sounds in her ear. A kiss on her shoulder follows. “My apologies, I should have been more gentle.” Vhenan, Vhenan, Vhenan, he had chanted, groaned and grunted in her ear, biting the skin under her jaw, gripping her hips so hard she had likely bruised. Take me, my love, he had said—no begged, after spending hours feasting between her legs. From the front first, then the back. She could barely get a word in, so lost in pleasure she was, before he’d said come. Demanded even. “What’s the matter,” she had crooned, turning to see his eyes hooded and bright, his hands trembling as he reached for her, “not very eloquent in the nude, Dread Wolf?” He had clasped her wrist and taken her to bed. “I will not even dignify that with a response,” he gave a slow, almost unfamiliar grin, “however…” then he flipped her over on hands and feet, ass in the air and began a slow, meticulous torture that had her near tearing the sheets. “The knotting,” he nuzzles her ear now, biting down on the lobe when she turns her face towards him, “I believe it wore you out. You slept a while.” “You mean you wore me out,” she cups his cheek and raises her brow. Even with eyes closed, Solas smiles against her hand. “Guilty.”
