Inhibited, Exhilarated

Chapter 5

Contrary to what Solas initially feared, waking up and beginning the day in this shared space with Miss Lavellan feels natural. While she's taking a shower, Solas prepares two espressos in the kitchen. He quickly folds the blanket he used to sleep on the couch and ties up the lounge area, trying to erase the signs of his makeshift bedroom. The noise from the other side of the closed bedroom door informs him Miss Lavellan is out of the shower. He doesn't want to indulge his imagination by picturing her naked, the water drops slowly rolling down her curves, and the wet tresses of her hair falling over her breasts... He has to chastise himself to stop that train of thought. However, it's too late and his body is already reacting. Solas adjusts his boxers, trying to ease the tension of his half-hard cock. The bedroom door opens and at the corner of his eye he sees her entering the lounge area. He has to turn around to hide his boner, cursing to himself. He pretends to focus on the espresso machine as he hears her going to and from the bedroom. Only when he feels he's regained some control over his body, he grabs both cups and takes them to the table.

"Is that for me? Thank you," she says with a wide smile that leaves him speechless for a moment.

Does she always look this radiant in the morning? There's a healthy glow on her skin, her cheeks kissed by a subtle rosy hue. Well, at least someone had a good night's sleep, Solas thinks to himself, clearing his throat.

"If I remember right, my first meeting today is with the Orlesian Minister of Economics, right?" he asks, trying to focus on anything else other than her deep cleavage and the way the curve of her ass looks tucked in her tight skirt. He takes a sip from his espresso, the bitter flavor almost slapping him in the face like a much necessary shake.

"That's right," Miss Lavellan says, walking towards him. She grabs both extremes of his open tie hanging from his collar. Solas swallows hard. "The whole day is booked with boring meetings and events. If only we could stay here and enjoy ourselves instead," she purrs, slowly tying a knot. Her eyes pin him in place, he's entranced. She takes one step closer to him, flush against him. "Wouldn't you like that?" she whispers, licking her lips.

In his wildest dreams he's imagined a situation like this many, many times. In those ruminations Solas always sees himself saying something clever to her, holding her strongly by her waist, and claiming her mouth with a searing, deep kiss. Now, however, his brain doesn't seem to grasp what's going on. Did she decide at some point in the night it was finally time to stop fooling around and cut to the chase with him? Her hands are caressing his chest and abdomen through his shirt, the motions and her proximity awaking his cock to a new, painful hard on, twitching unmistakably against her crotch. Rather than slapping him or running away, she presses herself even tighter to him, practically grinding against him. The friction and her scent are driving him mad. He tries to speak, but words don't come out, all he's capable of is to cup her butt with both open hands and push her even closer to him.

This isn't right, he thinks, the sentiment echoing from somewhere far in his mind. Miss Lavellan buries her nose in his neck, kissing and licking his skin. He can't help but let out a loud moan of pleasure. Something's not right, his mind repeats, this time louder. She's palming his hard cock through his trousers and softly nibbling his earlobe. He can feel himself swallowing hard trying to assess this whole situation.

This is highly inappropriate, yes, but there's something more. His heart is a war drum within his chest as she corners him against the wall. Through the haze of lust flushing his cheeks and the ache of his balls pressing tight against his body, Solas lifts his gaze from her and scans the room. There's a soft halo of green bathing the lounge area. Miss Lavellan has managed to unzip his trousers, her hand tightly wrapped around his cock as she begins to pump a torturous rhythm. Another groan escapes his mouth, the heat nestled in his lower belly tensing more and more and urging for a much needed release. Solas must exert whatever is left from his self-control to command himself to pay attention to his surroundings. He looks through the windows and, when he spots the floating islands suspended in the sky, Solas opens his eyes wide as a wave of terror washes over him.