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Rook dropped her weapons to the floor and dragged her feet to her wardrobe, changing into her casual clothes. Today had been hard, Davrin, Neve, and her had gone into Arlathan Forest but were met with an overwhelming amount of darkspawn and Venatori scattered throughout as they were tracking down missing Veil Jumpers that Strife had requested them to find. There was something being planned but she couldn’t figure it out yet.
She was sure to get an earful from Solas tonight about not focusing on the task at hand, tracking down any information about the Evanuris. He had been particularly crabby recently, upset by her lack of progress. Rook thinks he might be bored honestly and doesn’t blame him especially with nothing to do but twiddle his thumbs and stare off into the Fade. But what can’t stand is the constant jabs he throws at her especially after a day like today. She threw herself onto her plush couch, curling her body towards the fish tank, she let out a sigh and felt her eyes begin to slowly close, falling into a deep sleep.
The light around her shifted as she peered her eyes open, she felt a body on top of hers, not unwelcomed by any means. She gave a pleased hum as the person on top of her kissed the underside of her jaw, holding her as they left a trail of kisses down to her collarbones. She shifted into the couch, getting comfy as they began to trail further down to her body.
“Keep your eyes closed for me, fenor ,” she heard a male voice whisper into the valley between her breasts, hands ghosting over them, when had she lost her top?
Rook felt her breath hitch as the hands pressed into the swell of her breast, along the side of her ribs, the pressure sending goosebumps over her skin. The gentle but firm touch sent a ripple of warmth cascading through her body.
She tilted her head back, her lips parting in a quiet sigh as her eyes fluttered shut, relishing the touch. The room seemed to shrink around her, the hum of any distant noise fading into an intimate stillness, the weight of the world gone.
The hands began to slide downward, hooking onto the curve of her waist thumbs pressing into her stomach. They paused, unspoken anticipation between them, Rook arched slightly into the touch, her heart drumming in her chest.
"You're tense," the voice murmured against her skin, low with soft rasp to it, just a hint of a smile threading through the words.
Rook chuckled softly, her voice slightly unsteady, "Am I?"
The fingers tightened briefly, grounding her. "Just a little,” he said, and she could feel a smirk dance across his lips as he brought his lips back to her neck pressing fervent kisses in again, breathing in her scent. Rook hooked her arms around his shoulders pulling him close against her front. She let her hands tread across the wide expanse of his back before he pulled away.
“And what would you do to fix that?” she asked, teasing whoever was overtaking her fantasy.
"Depends," the voice replied, the hands on her waist dragged slightly down to her hips, pulling her into his body. Rook gasped and her legs seemed to part on their own to make room for this stranger, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "Any ideas or should I show you, Rook?" And oh, how he said her name, she felt herself grow needy, shifting her hips against his own, emitting a quiet hiss from him. He gave an experimental grind into her, eliciting an appreciative groan out of her, the seam of his pants pressing firmly into her.
Rook, eyes still closed, grasped onto the man’s hands and brought them to the edge of her pants, seeming to get the hint he gave a small chuckle and lazily undid the laces of her pants. He hooked his fingers into her belt loops, giving a small tug, Rook shimmied her hips upwards and the man was able to pull her pants from her legs. He let out a small hum, brushing his knuckles on the inner part of her thigh. Gasping, Rook threw her head to the side, began to slowly open her eyes.
“No, no, keep them closed.”
Rook froze for a moment, the command soft yet firm, his voice laced with a mix of authority and tenderness that made her heartbeat quicken. She let her lids flutter shut again, surrendering herself to the man above her.
"Good," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin as he shifted closer. His knuckles traced slow, along the sensitive skin of her thigh, the sensation igniting a fire that spread through her core. He brought them higher along her leg leaving a trail of goosebumps on its path.
Rook’s chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths, her fingers gripping the cushions beneath her. "You seem awfully confident," she teased, her voice breathy, laced with a hint of desire, she shifted her hips so he had full access to her.
He let out a low chuckle, one of his hands pausing just above her knee, "Confident? Or maybe I just know what you need, what you long for." She felt him shift, her senses heightened as she felt small puffs of air on her thighs, his lips ghosting her inner thigh. Rook’s back arched as he began to leave featherlight kisses along them, avoiding where she craved his touch the most.
His lips curved into a small smirk, but she couldn’t find it in herself to think of some kind of witty retort, letting the silence between them stretch, weighted by the heat of anticipation. He teased his fingers under her small clothes and gave a tug, bringing them over his head and on the floor next to them. He hooked her legs over shoulders, her heels resting on his broad shoulders.
"Relax," he whispered, his tone softening, coaxing. "Let me take care of you." And with that, she felt his lips press against her, teasing her entrance with his wet tongue. Rook let out a whimper as he brushed his nose against her clit as he delved deeper, drinking her in. He worked his mouth against her entrance as he brought his arms to hook around her legs, pulling her closer to his face, his tongue pushed deeper into her, she threw her head back with a wanton moan as she grasped at the couch beneath her.
His movements were slow, deliberate, each lick and taste of her designed to pull her further into him. The heat of his breath against her skin lingered as he continued to devour her, he gave an especially hard suck on her slit.
“Please, I need you,” she gasped out, her voice getting caught in her throat as he brought one of his hands to breast, tweaking her nipple with a pinch of his fingers.
He chuckled softly, the sound dancing against her skin, “Patience, Rook. Things like this, should not be rushed.”
She bit her lip, her head pushing further into the couch, surrendering again to the sensation of his touch, his words, and the intoxicating feeling of having his mouth on her. Then she felt his finger tips tease at her entrance, pressing gently before pushing into her. One of her hands flew up to the one holding her breast, grasping at his hand engulfing hers, he let out a soft laugh, deep in his throat and the reverb of it against her sex sent her to another level of need. He kept work with his mouth, sucking on her clit as his fingers began to draw in and out of her, brushing her most sensitive parts.
Her breath came in uneven gasps, her body trembling beneath his touch. His grasp on her hand grounded her as he unraveled her with his tongue and deft fingers, his unyielding rhythm against her clit and the deliberate curl of his fingers inside her left her utterly at his mercy.
“You’re incredible like this,” he murmured against her skin, his voice roughened with desire, the heat of his breath fanning over her. "Completely undone, I could stay like this forever, between your legs, tasting you."
Rook’s head tilted back further, a strangled sound escaping her lips as her free hand gripped the cushions desperately. The duality of his control and her surrender sent her spiraling higher, every deliberate stroke pulling her closer to the edge.
“Let go,” he urged softly, his voice soft like velvet, demanding her. “Let me hear you.”
The world around her blurred, her senses narrowing to the devastating precision of his touch and the relentless pull of his fingers leading her to climax. Her body answered, arching into him as she finally felt release, a cry tearing from her lips, her toes curling into the couch. Rook’s hands flew to his head, nails grasping at his scalp. The need to keep him in place between her legs greater than the realization that this mystery figure had no hair. She was able to catch her breath after coming down from her high before propping herself onto her elbows and was met face to face with Solas, chin damp with her release. He gave her a wolfish grin at her shocked expression, “Was it everything you desired, Rook?”
The question hung in the air as her eyes flew open, Rook’s eyes darted around her room, the soft blue glow of the fish tank dancing across her face, she was the only one here. She must have fallen asleep after she had rested on the couch earlier. She sat up fully, her face dropping into her hands as reality came crashing back. Her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment as the vivid memory of the dream replayed in her mind.
A sex dream. About Solas. Of all people.
"Unbelievable," she muttered into her palms, shaking her head. Her fingers dragged down her face, her gaze flicking toward the fish tank, as if its serene inhabitants could somehow offer her guidance. But for now, she was alone, with only the glow of the fish tank and her mortified thoughts to keep her company and the dread of having to face him again.