Doom Upon All The World

Chapter 22: A Change In Demeanor

      After going to check on Mythalus, who was in fact still sleeping, Maeve ran straight to her quarters, eager to see Solas. They'd only been apart for two short days but after being together for so long, it felt like an eternity. Never being able to turn to him and tell him something only he would understand tugged at her the entire time she was away. He was a blessing that she oft took for granted. She'd be sure that it changed for good today. He would not go unappreciated another moment.

     She opened the door and went up the stairs. "What is it, Da'len? Did Anthony beat you at chess yet?" Solas called with a chuckle not realizing it was her, not realizing she was even back yet. "On the contrary. He's beaten me many a time. It seems I do not have the affinity for the game as you and our children do." She spoke confidently with humor in her voice as she reached the top step. Solas' head whipped around at the sound of her voice and he stopped what he was doing to run to her. His embrace enveloped her, picking her up and spinning her around. His heart sang with joy at being reunited with his love. He let out a heavy breath and squeezed her tight.

     Oh how he missed her. Her sweet voice, her soft skin, her long hair. Everything about her had gone, leaving him void of that joy. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to greet you, Vhenan. I hadn't expected you back for many hours still." He expressed.  He was grateful to have her back early. When she was gone he felt it like a weight in his chest, like the rope that bound them was being pulled on violently. He didn't know if she was alright and it kept him up in the night. There was nothing like the feeling that exploded in her chest at being so close to him again. His hug was warm and welcoming and familiar and she loved it so. Her love for him bubbled in her chest as his lips connected with hers.

     He tried to pull back but she held him to her. Her mouth moved on his with a fiery rage. She explored and searched every bit of his lips with her mouth and tongue, kissing him with such ferocity that she was slowly losing herself in it. His hands were on her hips at first, bringing her in but now he slid them around her and down her backside. She mewled into his mouth as his hands worked the ends of her hair. She felt that rousing fire in her gut and the heat in her pants pick up as she kissed him. Her hands moved upward, wrapping around his neck and bald head. The smoothness of it beneath her fingers was fodder for the blaze as it burned with in her. She gripped onto him enthusiastically. Solas pulled her closer and his hungry mouth moved down her neck as he began to lose himself in it. 

     He hadn't realized how badly he wanted her until this moment. "There is much we need to discuss, Vhenan." He said though his mouth was still on her. He knelt before her, his hands fiddling with the buttons on her tunic. He undid it and allowed it to open, revealing her flat stomach and breast wrap. She let her head fall back as his hot tongue collided with her abdominal skin and he kissed and sucked on her flesh violently. His hands were holding her in place by the rear, pinning her to him as she held to his head and ears for support. "I shall bear that in mind." She chuckled as his lips moved over her skin, inching up slowly. She made herself step back and pulled him up by the hand. When his lusty blue eyes met her green ones, she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him eagerly.

     There wasn't a word to tell him how much she missed him. There were only ways to show him and they were more pleasing than she knew how to describe. His eyes pierced into her as she gazed down at him. They searched her soul, prying and pulling at her insides as she ran her hands over his chest. He was dressed in his usual attire, long shirt, leather trousers, no shoes. He sat up on his elbows, unable to resist her smiling allure and kissed her slowly. It was not rushed, not sloppy. It was lengthy and passionate and heated, putting her on the edge of self restraint. Putting them both there. But Solas didn't care. Self restraint was not what he wanted. He wanted her. 

     And that's what he was going to get. She pushed him back down, sitting up straighter as he watched with his hands on her waist. She moved her hair so it flowed over her back rather than spilled over her shoulders. He so craved to put his fingers in it, to weave his hands through her long dark locks and kiss her with nothing holding him back. She hoped in the moments to come that he would. Maeve grinned down at him with an insidious smirk. She slid her unbuttoned tunic from her shoulders, allowing it to fall down around her and then to the floor. Her dark hair fluttered back around her as she bent to kiss him. The caress from her lips was brief though he didn't want it to be.