Isilloth

And yet she asked.

„Solas, do you want this?”

„More than anything,” he said, his voice hoarse from arousal. „Enough to throw out my reason.” He got back to kiss her and unfasten the ribbons of her corset until her dress was lying on the floor, right next to his jacket and shirt. They were in a small parlor, intended for her, but the doors weren’t closed, and anyone could come in, just as Morrigan did. But that was just out of Altariel’s concerns right now. There was only one thing she could focus on right now. One man.

She went for his nipples, sucking them, her hands on his ass, his arousal sensed by the fabric of his trousers. She felt as if she was on fire. She quickly undid his belt and fly, freeing his erected penis. Soon, the rest of his attire was lying where it place was—on the floor.
 

When she lifted her gaze, Solas cupped her face, kissed her once more, and took her in his arms. He put her on the sofa, which was too narrow to be comfortable, but it must do. He got rid of remnants of her underwear and leaned over her, kissing her lips, then neck, and going down to her breast. He licked her hardened nipples and brushed his teeth around them, almost biting.
 

„Solas...” she moaned, pulling him up to her lips once again, and this time the kiss was very passionate, almost brutal, with his tongue dancing with hers. She moaned again when their lips parted, and Solas went back to carressing her breasts. Then he kissed the sensitive skin below them and trailed his lips all the way to her sex. He found her clitoris with his tongue, and, with it, he pulled on the edge. She dug her nails into his back and managed to muffle the cry of pleasure when she came. „I need you inside,” she whispered hoarsely, pulling his face to hers once more and kissing him, feeling her taste and her scent on his lips.
 

Solas broke away from her, gently bit her ear, and obeyed her wish. He entered her, his hard cock filling her perfectly. They started to move in a shared rhythm, as if they were built for each other. He put a finger on her clit, to increase her arousal, and it definitely worked. Soon she came again, her lips on Solas’ arm, almost biting into it, to suppress the loud moan that escaped her lips. The elf came soon after, with a muffled cry, and once again found her lips, drowning in a kiss.

He fell down next to her in the narrow space between her and the sofa backrest. His hand wandered through her body, stroking it and caressing gently. And she turned to him to look into his eyes, full of devotion. Their lips met once more, but it was gentle this time, a display of emotions that they shared.
 

Altariel wanted nothing more than to drown in him, in his arms, and fell asleep like that, resting after a day full of conflicting emotions. The arousal subsided, and the fatigue replaced it. But they had to start a way back to Skyhold tonight; they didn’t want to stay much longer after what had transpired tonight. The ball was exhausting.
 

And, as if called by her thoughts, there was knocking at the door. Good, they knocked.
 

„Wait a moment,” she cried out to whoever was on the opposite side of the door. They jumped off the sofa and started to get dressed hurriedly. Solas’ outfit was actually quite easy, not counting the many buttons it had, but Altariel’s gown was rather a hard nut to crack. She didn’t dress herself alone the first time either, so now, in a hurry, it was practically impossible. Solas, still in unbuttoned shirt, helped her into the corset and started to fasten it, but she doubted she looked even half as presentable as she did before. Especially given her surely disheveled hair.
 

„May I?” She heard Josephine’s voice from behind the door. Apparently, she got impatient.
 

„Yes.” Altariel smoothed out her dress and hair one last time, while Solas, standing behind her, was buttoning his shirt.
 

„Uhm, sorry to interrupt...” Josephine said, seeing their disheveled state. „But we are ready to march; Cullen has everything ready, and we are waiting for you.”
 

„Give us five minutes,” Altariel said, and the ambassador nodded and left, clearly uncomfortable.
 

„That was close,” she chuckled, turning her head to Solas, who had already finished with his attire, and started to fasten hers.
 

„We are lucky; she didn’t knock five minutes earlier,” the elf said, carefully tying the ribbons holding her gown together. „It’s easier to take off than dress up,” he added when he finished with her elegant attire.
 

She found his hand with hers and pecked him quickly on the lips.
 

„Should we leave separately?” she asked just before opening the door.

„It depends. Do you care so much about what Orlaisians say of us? In the Inquisition, everyone already knew, and if not, the ambassador would let them know.”
 

„Well, maybe you’re right. Still, holding hands might scandalize whoever we would meet on our way to our people.”
 

Solas nodded, and they headed out of the palace. The carriage was there waiting for her; she wouldn’t be able to ride a horse in this gown. She intended to get changed at the nearest camp, but they wanted to keep appearances while still in the Halamshiral.
 

Josephine, with her not least impressive gown, a navy blue with golden applications, accompanied her there. Leliana decided to travel with her old acquaintance, Morrigan; here they were just the two of them.
 

„So...” Josephine started, blushing slightly. „Did you?”
 

„Yes,” Altariel beamed at her. The other woman probably would not ask this question if they hadn’t discussed it a few days prior.

The ambassador was silent for a moment, clearly holding back, but finally she spoke again.
 

„And? How was it?”
 

„A lady never tells, but... let say Solas is a skilled lover, as for a hermit he claims to be.” It was Altariel’s time to blush.