Doom Upon All The World

Chapter 42: The Beauty of the Unknown

     Solas had thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful than Maeve in the dim light of their bed chambers after a long night. The way her skin seemed to glow in the darkness, the way she stopped shivering in the cold and gave off a luxurious heat, the way her hair fell in her face as she slept, the way her soft breathing would blow loose strands against her nose, the way her chest rose and fell with every gentle snore she let out. All of these things accumulated to make her the most stunning vision of perfection he'd ever witnessed. That is how he had painted her that night just a few short months after Mythalus was born. She'd been sleeping so soundly, grateful for the chance to escape their crying infant and to launch herself into his welcoming arms. He had to capture the moment. But he learned over time that though her beauty was immense, more soul gripping than anything he'd ever laid eyes on, there was one thing that outdid her looks and charm.

     It took them more than an hour to recover from the ordeal down in the basement of Slyhold. The room was cold but for the small fire at the front of the room. When Solas stirred from the light nap he'd fallen into, Maeve was no longer beside him, wrapped in his ever adoring embrace. He peered across the room and found her illustrious figure standing firmly before the blaze. She stood like stone there, completely still, her arms folded against her chest, her expression stern as if she were trying to tame the flames. 

     Solas sat up and looked to her. A smile played at his lips and a brief chuckled on his part broke the mesmerizing silence. "This certainly hasn't happened in sometime." He spoke softly as he brought his leg up for his elbow to rest against as he gazed in her direction. She was standing in her tunic, the light ivory of the livery shinning a pale orange in the fire light. The flames stayed contained in the hearth but their shadows danced across the pink flesh of her lean legs. They whipped across her skin like branches of great trees in a breeze, threatening to strike her but never truly aiming or committing to  a blow. She looked so graceful standing there. He could see the gears in her head turning. There was little else more stunning than the sight of her deep in thought.

     "It is scarcely you that leaves me to an empty bed." He said as Maeve made her first move to acknowledge his earlier comment. She turned to him and smiled gorgeously, that ear to ear, pink cheeked grin that made her look happier than a young Halla gallivanting with it's herd for the first time. Her white leather tunic hung open, exposing all of her glory. He wondered what the purpose had been in putting it back on. It hung to the side, the clasps that lined the edges coming to rest just to the point where her breasts were mostly covered. The swooping curve of their perfection and the tender space between them being the only evidence of their bareness. The flatness of her stomach was lightly peppered with love bites he knew he had left there. Her sex was on near full display.

     At the sight of her walking toward him, her hips swaying with every footfall, he felt himself stirring, his arousal becoming prominent beneath the thick fur blanket draped over his legs. He followed her with his eyes, the blue irises never once leaving that glorious frame. She stood in front of him as he looked up at her from the chaise. For a moment she just stood there. Her hand came over his head, stroking down across the smooth hairless surface. He closed his eyes at her touch as her fingertips trailed over his pointed ears. When she took her hand away, those blue eyes were trained on her. She saw the crazed love in his eyes. It was beautiful, so greatly intense and wondrous. She lifted her leg and draped it over Solas', coming to straddle him gently. She was careful not to put too much pressure on him, knowing that going again could result in a whole new onslaught of powerfully pleasurable repercussions.

     They needed to be careful with one another. The slightest push in the wrong direction could send them tumbling back into bed. She scooted down just enough so that he wasn't too near her entrance. Though there was a blanket between them, she could still feel him restraining against her. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and kissed his cheek, that flawless smile still adorning her face. She pressed sweet kisses down his jaw, sucking delicately on the line of the defined bone beneath her lips. "Relax, Solas." She whispered in his ear, knowing he would need convincing. He was not just going to trust that they could resist the urges.