Fen'Harel Enansal

Moving Forward - Part 7

Caille laid on her side in the pre-dawn staring at the small frozen globe on her nightstand. Something about the endless falling snow within the small orb was soothing, if not a bit mesmerizing she thought. As captivating and calming as the man who created it, she believed. With a sigh, she reached out and slid her finger over the small orb appreciating the smoothness of the surface. She wondered what he would be like in his own element. She recalled his uneasiness when he spoke of his home and how quickly she had dropped the subject not wanting to upset him knowing he would talk about it when he was ready. I wonder if all the elvhen Gods are as fucking beautiful as him...because...that is just not fair. That man makes my hormones go crazy. With a snort at herself she rubbed her eyes at the reality of her situation. Lying in the room down the hall was an ancient hot elf, Nanna would be proud. With a slight laugh at herself she slid from the comfort of her bed and decided to go for a run before she began what she was sure was going to be an emotionally long, draining day.

Solas could feel her energy humming as she passed by his door and felt a smile form on his lips. She is an intriguing human, he thought as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He thought about his experiences from yesterday and realized this world with all its advances was still barbaric in comparison to his own. Sliding from the bed when he heard the backdoor close he glanced out of the window to see her take off running. He enjoyed the view of her legs encased in tight cloth displaying the shape and definition of the muscles as they carried her forward with a practiced ease. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes as she crested a hill and went from his line of sight at a hard pace. You are drawn to her like a moth to flame old wolf. He turned from the window and chose to sit in meditation to calm his thoughts before bathing.

Caille returned after a good hard five mile run, just what I needed, she thought as she slipped through the back door grabbing the hand towel from where she had placed it earlier on the counter. Pulling her sweater off, she rubbed the sweat from her neck as she sprinted up the stairs pulling on her sweaty t-shirt. Wiping the sweat from her face as she opened the bathroom door without a thought to the possibility that it could already be occupied. Oh silly girl, she grasped to her total humiliation as she realized Solas stood in the middle of the room securing a towel around his waist.

"Oh, I am so sorry Solas" she yelped as she slapped the towel over her eyes trying desperately to evaporate into the floor and push away the vision of dark wet hair plastered on strong looking wide shoulders over a well-formed chest that led to a handsomely sculpted stomach and narrow hips. A very hot... you daft git, what the bloody hell are you doing?

Solas observed the color of her embarrassment as it rushed across her neck and face before she had covered herself with the small towel. With a quirk to his eyebrow he smiled wickedly unable to keep himself from teasing her as he walked towards her slowly embracing his inner predator.

"If your wish was to see me undressed ma da'avise, you had only to ask" he said softly.

Caille felt her face grow even hotter as the goosebumps formed on her arms with his smoothly spoken accented words. Shaking her head at her own stupidity she began slowly walking backwards trying to leave and give him privacy.

"I...uh...I should have knocked. I'll just be...um...yeah...leaving now" she spoke rapidly hoping she could just wish this moment away as her brain screamed run! She suddenly felt his very warm hand on her arm stopping her. The simple touch sent a jolt of awareness straight to her core. Hormones Caille...too many hormones she chastised herself as the first threads of desire curled through her system.

"There is no need, I have just finished. After your run, I am sure you want to clean up," he said into her ear and she heard him take a deep inhaled breath sensing his nose was close to her neck.