A cold inquisitor

Forgiveness (SMUT CHAPTER)

Her face felt warm almost immediately, feeling her cheeks go almost the same shade as her flames. Course they normally weren't lacking, but it had been a while now. With all the commotion of the inquisition and their behavior towards each other as of recent, it was well over due. She could practically feel him smirking against her, his hands had already been busying themselves to pull and loosen her clothing, not yet taking it further past that. 

" Well, what do you say, would that be an acceptable apology to each other?"~ 

When he asked like that, was there really any chance she'd say no? 

Humming softly she looking down at him, and sure enough there was a smirk on his face, followed with a faint pink dust on his cheeks. Which burned more promptly as the way her legs wrapped around his waist, securing him in his spot. 

" Of course, I am a firm believer that actions speak louder than words, I can show you just how forgiving I can be."

That was all he needed to hear. 

He didn't give her the chance to speak further after that, he had her in a position where it took him no longer than just four seconds to hold and pull her down, almost furious in which he did so, eager to press his rough lips to her own. She didn't have the reaction time to think before he had her where he wanted her. She felt his lips move against hers and she leaned in even further, pressing against him with the same fervent eagerness he was showing her. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip, begging to have permission for entrance to which she denied him, earning a growl from him that she could feel vibrate from his chest. She'd done nothing but spurn and deny him, he would have no more of it. While one hand had snaked its way up the back of her shirt, the other had roamed over her hip, where it found her thigh. His rough hand gave the limb a harsh slap, even through clothing the sting of which made her gasp in pain, where he took the opportunity and deepened their kiss, an invasion that made her moan against him. 

When he pulled away they were both gasping for air, connected by a sting of wet silver. 

" Some forgiveness you got there, I'v worked for mine. Now, work for yours."  He spoke roughly, there was a hint of a growl behind each word, his eyes held a glint in them. It didn't take long to see it was authority.  

She smirked as she caught her breath, feeling him pull away as his hands went from her to his belt, working to get the leather strap undone. 

" And how may I do so?" Her tone laced heavily behind a mask of coyness, but her face already gave it away she had an idea as to how he wanted her to work for it. 

" Clothes, off. Strip for me, get on the bed, on your knees, and hands behind your back."  He ordered, his voice dripping with order and authority  now.  She wasted no time, moving from where she sat to stand and remove her clothes as ordered. There was no attempt to look sexy or tempting, simple as letting each article of clothing she wore fall to the floor before taking her place on the bed, hands behind her back. 

Varric removed his belt, his gloves and his signature red and golden shirt, the button of his pants undone and himself had been pulled out and ready. Standing long and at half attention. he smiled pleased to see her as he had instructed her. As he wanted her to be. Evelynn found her heart beating in her chest, practically thrumming with excitement as she felt the thick leather strap tie her wrists behind her back, the feel of the leather tight and restricting seemed to ignite her inner core. Who would have guessed bondage was enough to get her hips moving on their own, grinding against the bed for any friction. As much as it got her going to be tied and ordered around, Varric was clearly enjoying having his fiery inquisitor squirming already, trying desperately to get off. But he wouldn't have it, not till she'd earned his forgiveness first. 

" Ah, ah, ah, none of that." He scolded her, while getting in his place on the bed, leaning back against the pillows. He reached forward and held firmly to her hips where he pulled her onto his lap, holding her just over himself. " I should make you work for me, do you really think you should have this?" He asked, angling himself just before her entrance. She couldn't keep still, her hips moving at their own desire, eager for him. " Please, I'll be better, I'll work, please don't torture me like this Varric."~ Hearing her beg like that, he looked up and could see her pretty face. Once pale, now her cheeks were filled with rich color, her eyes were glossy like two polished marbles, half lidded, and entirely on him. Her rich lips, lush and kissable. How he desired to exaggerate that look with his touch, she was a part of his story after all, he'd write all about the way she curled in his hands or screamed for his name and begged him to never stop. 

" I know you will." He told her almost sweetly, before pushing himself in as he pulled her down, hearing a moan mixed with a relieved sigh came from her. " Now, get to work."   And like that, the authority was back in his tone, almost a darkened grin growing across his face. 

If he wanted her to work for him, to have him forgive her, she would happily do whatever he demanded. It was almost immediate, soon as the words left his mouth she was already rising back up and slowly but surely picking up the pace, rising only to harshly drop right back into his lap, feeling him till he was almost entirely out before filling her right back up. Labored breaths, mixed with soft moans and loving whispers of his name continuously fell from her mouth, to him it was like a song, and the music was the wet slap of skin on his skin. He could tell this wouldn't take long, it had been too long since they'd last been so intimate, so close, and just feeling her wrapped around himself was almost enough on its own. Almost. 

He stifled his own grunts, failing and letting more and more slip from him the faster and harder  she went. It quickly became fruitless to try, and he was openly and shamelessly singing with her, lyrics of loud moans, with the occasional, " faster!" or " That's it!"  before her name. 

They were their own symphony of eagerness, pleasure, and release, and it concluded with the final scream that came from both of them, howling out each others names for the world to hear, as soon as he could see the hot white fluid that dripped down his hips from where they were connected he sooner caught the worn out inquisitor. With a thin sheen of sweat that covered her skin, reflecting in the light of the lit fire place. She struggled almost to catch her breath, thighs burning from the vigorous work. While she rested against his chest, he reached behind and undid the belt from her wrists, catching his own breath and using it to praise her all the while. 

" You did so well, that's it, breath and relax.. Iv got you."  

There he was, soothing and rarely soft spoken, but full of admiration. Adoration. Full of everything that she was for him, even pressing kisses where he could touch on her tired body. 

He waited till she'd caught her breath before lifting her carefully off of him, letting her to rest on the bed while he went to grab a damp wash cloth from the bathroom to clean up his mess between her thighs and from himself. Cuddling her as soon as he'd climbed back in with her, where she'd press tired kisses to his face, the top of his head, neck, lips, even his shoulders, They'd be like that the rest of the night, even as they slept. She'd allowed herself to forget everything and make it up to him. To each other. Whether that would last or not, she was unsure. But she was sure of one thing. 

She loved him. And she was never letting him go.