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catharsisfire · 2 years

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burning water and bubbles (m.)

Solas x Female Lavellan Inquisitor

In which Solas asks for forgiveness.

Warnings: smut, solas being a tease, thats about it tbh

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It’s odd to see her sitting sideways in the bathtub, head laid gently upon her arms along the edge. The music from creatures outside spreads across the room, wrapping around the walls and filling the space between them; eerily soft and slow, the nighttime nocturne meanders round and round enticing the dust in the air as it catches the fire light of the candles. He wants to apologize, admit he was wrong and bear the consequences of his mistake, but she’s unrelenting. A cold anger and an even colder love, she’s not going to be so easily swayed by the tender apologetic words her lover could soon come to muster. And he is not one so easily ensnared by the wicked games she plays with him.

“Are you really going to ignore me all night?” He tries his best to sound annoyed, to sound bothered by her cold shoulder, but he can’t, amusement tinges at the edge of his voice because he knows exactly how this game ends. How this game will end.

She makes no indication that she has even heard him speak, no sound or movement comes from inside the tub aside from the rolling of steam off the water and into the air.

“So you are holding to your word then, huh?” A grin bites at the edge of his lips that she cannot see, but she hears it in his words. She cannot see him but knows exactly how he looks right now, painting it in her mind’s eye. His arms are folded across his chest while he’s lazily propped against a door frame in her room, their room, within the stone walls of Skyhold, with a tilted grin on his face and a teasing look sparkling in dark eyes. She doesn’t need to see him to know he enjoys this. That he enjoys their games together.

She answers with a hum, electing to turn around in the tub ‘til she’s seated in it correctly, sinking within the water until she’s laid out, stretching her body until her ankles hook at the narrow edge in front of her and she is submerged to her shoulders.

She’s denied him the view of her now, so he pushes off the door frame, shutting the stained glass door behind him and walking forward until he’s in front of her. He easily catches her ankles in his hands as he gazes down at her, but she remains unmoving and seemingly relaxed, her eyes remain closed as if she’s far off in thought somewhere. Yet Solas knows her too well, knows that she is no master at ignoring him once he gets his hands on her. That she is quick to crumble beneath his gaze, so eager to please, that this is the only reason she has her eyes closed and her body is buried within layers of bubbles to block his view and hopefully his lingering hands.

She tries to flinch her legs away from him as he begins to rub delicate circles against her ankles, but he’s too quick, too strong, and his grip tightens tenfold around her. There’s a split second where she fears he may pull her legs until she’s dragged under the water as some form of childish punishment for her silent treatment and her eyes fly open at the thought while her hands shoot from beneath the water to brace on the side edges of the tub, but Solas makes no move to do so. He only loosens his grip, resuming his earlier task of rubbing her ankles. The corners of his eyes crinkle under his boyish grin as she glares up at him petulantly, deciding then to dip her hands back into the water before bringing one back up to flick water onto his face.

“If you want attention so badly, why not go find Varric? You know how he likes to talk.”

“Maybe I will.” He laughs, but he makes no indication that he is going to take his leave. That he will walk out of this room and go find the aforementioned, leaving her here alone in the burning water and bubbles of her bath.

“Then I certainly will not hold you here, Solas.” There’s a teasing glint to her words, she’s prodding him for a reaction, and it works. He hums an acknowledgement, nodding his head as he peers down at her contemplatively. She knows he will not leave, but what exactly he will do instead, she is still entirely unsure of. He loosens his grip on her ankles and his hands leave her for a split second as he begins to slowly make his way from the end of the tub in the middle of the room. His right hand finds purchase on her right leg, dragging leisurely and dipping beneath the water as he makes his way around until he’s kneeling next to her.

“How can I get your forgiveness, ma vhenan? What would you have me do?” He’s asking her jokingly, she knows this, but there’s something hidden behind his eyes that tinges with want; want for forgiveness, want for her.

“I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to figure it out yourself.” She chides, smirking, feigning innocence and ignorance of the answer to his question. And he hums back in turn, seemingly contemplating her words and his own actions from here on out, with raised brows. His right hand emerges from her thigh beneath the water, liquid dripping down and disturbing the bubbles.

He repeats her own action from earlier and lifts his hand to flick the residual water from his hand onto her face, before he lifts himself from his kneeling position beside the tub. He walks easily, barely a step away then forwards, he finds himself standing behind her and kneeling again. Behind the tub and her, his hands glide easily down her arms that lay perched on the side of the tub until they are rested over her own.

“You’re awful, you know that?” She grinds out behind closed eyes and gritted teeth, but there’s the hint of a laugh behind her words that she can’t hide, no matter how much self-control she thinks she has.

“Hmm, really? You must tell me all about it, my love.”

“You know,” she pauses, laughing slightly under her breath, “if you wish to have something around that you can tell what to do, perhaps we can get you a dog.”

“And if you wish for an apology, then I’m willing to give you one.” His breath grazes across the nape of her neck, his teeth nips at her ear and travels down to her pulse point to gently lay a kiss upon it before he begins, “I’m sorry.” Kiss. “I’m sorry.” Bite. “I’m sorry.” Kiss. And it goes on and on as he works his way down to her shoulders and back up again, until the little lavishes are painted upon both sides of her neck.

Not one to be distracted by the pursuit of his mouth upon her neck, Lavellan hums out in thought before furthering her teasing. “You know, if you think this will be enough to gain my forgiveness you are sorely mistaken.”

“Oh?” A feign of shock, “And if this was the only trick I had up my sleeve, then what?”

“Then I suppose you’d have to try harder.” She pauses but not a moment too long before gesturing vaguely to her desk across the room, “After all, you did ruin many important documents which, with the utmost urgency, required my signature to keep the Inquisition afloat.”

Solas knows that’s simply not true, any document possessing any value at all were signed in front of Josephine and immediately filed or sent accordingly, but he plays along regardless. Although, he has no real clue as to what he spilled ink all over earlier that morning when he’d swiped stray paper and quills off her desk as he hoisted her on top of the then cleared surface.

“The Inquisition will be alright for a few days while they are rewritten.”

One of Solas’ hands leaves it spot from on top of her own to return beneath the water's surface, grabbing at her thigh before slowly trailing down, closer and closer to-

“Oooh”

“Interesting.” He jokingly ponders as his fingers tease harsh circles on her clit. And her back arches in response, pressing further into his hand as her head falls back onto his shoulder, wetting his shirt with her damp hair.

“Sh-ut up.” There’s no malice, just her sighed out desperation, heated face, and the overwhelming focus she’d now put into the movement of his hand. She remains silent, or rather, tries to as whines bite at the edge of her labored breathing.

“You know what? You’re absolutely ravishing when you’re at a loss for words.”

“A-nd you annoy me.” She tries her hardest not to let the moan slip between her clenched teeth, unwilling to let him win, but it’s a short-lived victory she can’t possibly consider when two fingers move down to catch at her entrance and push in.

“Really? You don’t seem particularly annoyed with me right now.”

She gasps out, face twisting in mock anger and her hands grip tighter on the edge of the bath, “You’re not playing fair.” It’s breathless and warm and he can’t help but chuckle lightly at the obvious beginning of her fall to submission, as her breath quickens and her chest heaves causing the movement of water to slosh around his arm more.

Solas is humming out in reply, brows raising while he looks tauntingly down at her. “Is that so?” He asks as his hand continues to work inside of her.

“Mmhmm,” she takes a second to draw in a shaky breath, “Y-you can’t stand to lose, s-so you cheat.”

And Solas nods contemplatively behind her, “I can stop then. It would be terribly dreadful to your new predicament but if you are so adamant that I am being unfair…” So he does, removing his hand from between her legs and beneath the water's surface, back up into the warm air of the room.

“W-ait. N-no… That’s not what I meant.” She stutters out.

“Then what did you mean, Inquisitor? And please be sure to be detailed, we wouldn’t want anything else misconstrued, now would we?”

“What have I told you about calling me that when we-“ And her complaint is dead in the water as his hand descends on her breast, catching a nipple between his fingers and twisting lightly.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He pauses for half of a second before adding teasingly, “Inquisitor.”

“Y-you’re playing a dangerous game right now Solas.”

“Perhaps.” Truly Solas assumed nothing of her half-hearted threat. What could she possibly do to him?

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