Doom Upon All The World

A Bit Extra This Season

Aneth ara, Falon!

PLEASE NOTE THIS NOTE!

Hi all.  Sorry it's been a LONG time since I've written any fan fiction.  As today is Christmas, I want to give you all a little gift.  Hopefully I'll have this done in the next hour so that it's actually up on Christmas.  

Anyway, I'll keep this short and sweet.  

I want to share with you all that I've finally decided to kick off my own work of fiction on this account.  I'm really excited for you all to check it out.  I'll try to have the first two parts up tonight.  It's titled Bloodletter and it's the first in a series I hope to complete.  If you're into Dragon Age I hope that you can be into this book as well.  I don't know how high into the fantasy realm I'll take it yet.  But's it's guaranteed to have some cool sword fights, fun monsters, adventure, all that.  So please check it out.  I'd love to hear your thoughts.  

Anywho, onto what you all came for.  

Ma Serranas!

Maeve watched as Solas lifted tiny Nicolynn onto his shoulders to pin the garland on the molding around the window.  

They celebrated her fourth birthday a week ago and Maeve was exhausted.  Between planning and cleaning, preparing and shopping, she'd gotten hardly any sleep.  Doing anything has been difficult since Josephine and Tom moved back to Antiva.  Leliana had done her best though and had spoiled Nicolynn with so many sweets that she'd had a tummy ache for days.  

Maeve had warned her not to eat so much.  However, she couldn't deny her sweet girl with those big blue eyes and that devilish little smile.  Watching them put up the Wintersend decorations was always fun.  Nicolynn would sit on her father's shoulders and Solas would pretend to fall over or move just enough to keep her from being able to reach the wall with her little arms.  

The little one would laugh and Solas would smile that smile.  

It's that smile that made her weak in the knees when she saw him approaching her.  Cullen and Anthony had taken over helping Nicolynn with decorating.  

But Solas... Solas had a darker, conniving look in his eyes.  

That look.  

Maeve didn't have time to react.  

His mouth was on her before she could even put her own grin together.  

The kiss was long, hot, and hard.  And she could feel him pressed against her, becoming wanting and desperate.  When they broke apart, her breath was ragged and she needed him.  

More quickly than she would have liked to admit, she pulled him by the wrist into their chambers, slamming the door loudly behind her. 

Solas chuckled in her ear and said, "I was expecting a response, but,"

Maeve grinned then between kisses as he began pressing his mouth to her neck, trailing his tongue across her skin delectably.  "But?"  She asked. 

He shook his head.  "But you are..."  he never finished his sentence, over come by something, that heat between them, the look in her eyes.  

She stepped backwards and her shins hit the edge of the bed.  

She pulled him down with her as she fell.  He landed against her with a smirk and a laugh before taking her lips in his once more.  Her hands were under his shirt, gripping the waistband of his trousers, tugging with greed.  

Solas found this amusing and, undeniably, stimulating.  He loved the sensation of her need for him, the way their bond strengthened everything he felt for her and the way that he felt her emotions. 

He would give her what she wanted, what she needed.  

He lifted her skirt, sliding the lovely green fabric up her long, slim legs as she tugged loose the ties on his trousers.  He let out a long sigh when they finally loosened, releasing his lengthy, restrained member.  

She seemed to be pleased with herself at this and he took the opportunity to wipe the smirk from her lips.  

He gave her what she wanted swiftly, sliding into her suddenly, sharply. 

She gasped; harsh, cold winter air filled her lungs at the feel of every inch of him inside of her in an instant.  Maeve moaned when her eyes rolled back and closed at the quick thrust of his hips.  

He kept going, kept moving, thrusting, pounding into her, feeling her slick, wet heat contract around him until they were both sated.  

He collapsed next to her, out of breath.  "Thought you'd give me my Wintersend present early, did you?"  She asked, completely genuine, only a hint of amusement in her voice as she huffed down air.  

Solas' laughed boomed through the mostly empty room as he smiled that smile.  Maeve rolled over on top of him and crossed her arms on his chest, resting her chin on them as she stared down into his face.  

"Well, I've got your present as well," she eyed him with glee but also a hint of nervousness.  She began to kiss up the edge of his jaw.  When she got to his ear she stopped and whispered, "Happy Wintersend, Vhenan."  

She pulled his hand from her hip and placed it over the place between her navel and her sex.  

Solas immediately took the bait.  

His whole body was suddenly rigid.  His hand in hers was pressing desperately into her warm skin as though he could find answers by simply touching her.  

They broke apart and Solas looked her in the eyes.  She smiled at him and nodded, reading the question in his eyes.  "We're having a baby," he muttered almost in disbelief. 

Maeve nodded again and he pulled her down, kissing her wistfully, as though he had never kissed her before.