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[troubleyan]

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[dirth]

[ Watching her fall apart is beautiful - she is stunning like this, unravelling in her pleasure, and Solas feels blessed with it, warm with his own want and desire. The way she pants against him, keeps rocking, desperate and wanting for what only he can give her... Leaning up, he steals as many kisses as her breathless mouth as she will give him, curling his tongue.

She is beautiful, stunning, and she is his, for as long as he can have her.

Her request, the gentle begging, has him on edge, a rush of want and desire fuelling him as his hips snap up into her. Warm and tight, perfectly fitted for him, his nails digging into her skin as he groans softly, rocking his cock into her and demanding her desire to overflow.

He is a mess for her, and he thinks she knows it.

Lifting himself, he pushes his tongue into her mouth in a deep kiss as he holds onto her hard enough to bruise, shoving his cock into her as he comes with a groan against her lips. ]

[troubleyan]

[ In true poetry, that's all it takes. Feeling him grab onto her hard, fingers digging in - he'll leave her marked, she'll know whose she is, and that is only a fraction of the thrill; there's many more - and his tongue tangled with hers. Feeling him come, fill her, doesn't so much tip her over the edge as it throws her over it, dashes her across the rocks.

Her desperate moan is a muffled sound against his mouth, her nails - blunt, cut short as they are - dig into his shoulders, and she shudders and breaks into a million pieces. It feels like she's wrung out, then thrown over a wire to dry.

There may be tears. There are tears. Her orgasm, once permitted and once accompanied by his first, feels like the most blessed of rewards. Maker help her, this is what she likes - to feel taken care of, but handled. To be at his mercy, his alone - to be his.

He could've had her like this before her journey into the past. He could've had her like this in the past as well. She hopes he has her like this many more times. ]

Thank you. [ See? She may have the attitude of a brat from time to time, but she's got good manners when she's stuffed full and marked up. ]

[dirth]

[ The way she tightens around him is perfect, his cock buried in her, filling her, and he shivers as he pulls her into those long, deep kisses, arms wrapping around her and drawing her close. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to shift his weight even a little, desperate to enjoy the casual bliss that comes hand in hand with twin pleasure like this.

Lifting his hand, he presses his thumb under her eye to wipe at her tears, breathing out against her mouth as he nuzzles into her, soft and tender despite the arrogance and rough treatment of moments before. Slowly, carefully, he drags her down to lie against his body, fingers stroking down her spine gently.

He adores her, and it will surely be his downfall. ]

You are more than welcome, da'len. [ He smiles as he kisses her head. ] Breathe for a moment.

[troubleyan]

[ Luckily, she's easy. She can easily melt into his arms, after all that. Especially when he draws her close, settles her against him. She's not done shivering, not quite done being wracked by the intensity of...everything. But she can come down from it here, in his arms.

She breathes. She lets out a low laugh, tension unknotting from her. ]

Clever that. Nearly forgot to.

[ She brings her arms up, running them over his back in a weak attempt to comfort him too. She feels like he should get some of this, too. Afterglow is better when shared. ]

[dirth]

[ Taking care of her comes naturally to him now - he is accustomed to it, both in battle and out of it, the push and pull of their relationship an eternal conflict that has settled in his gut now. Hands are careful as they hold her, stroking and touching, eyes warm and soft as he watches her.

Betraying himself with his tenderness, but... What else can he do? ]

I am glad to remind you, then.

[ One hand lifts, stroking through her hair, humming. ]

Relax. It is alright.

[troubleyan]

[She relents - it's not by too much effort that he gets her to relent, all things said. The safety of the room, of his arms, and she easily trusts him with her heart.


Finally.

She leans against him, hiding her face in the crook of his shoulder, and pressing a kiss to his skin.]

That was...quite something.