@outlivings continued thread.
he hadn’t quite understood how powerful his kisses were, at least, not until it got her to nearly writhe with pleasure. it was... fascinating. he made sure to have his tongue hit every area possible; every inch needed affection, of course! he continued to trail downward, all the way down to the most sensitive part of the neck, when his voice was gasped out.
her voice rings in his ears like a gunshot; the tone in her voice, the sound of need that was sprinkled with each letter. even though she simply said his name for maker’s sake, it was plenty for him to realize how things were going. that was, until, she pulled him off. he was still now, in front of her, staring into her eyes. she was beautiful, and wished she’d see it.
he was about to speak about the rejection, ask her if he was doing things correctly, up until their lips clashed together with the likewise force of the entire Inquisition. his hands travel to her hips and rest there, waiting for her next move to strike.
as their lips parted and foreheads meet, many thoughts flood the elf’s mind. what is going to happen next? is this something i wasn’t prepared for? how far do i want to take things? are we... a thing? what are people going to think? his breathing is deep, but not yet heavy. temples pounding with confusion, everything was being warped around him as he stood there. stood there with her.
as she awoke from her thoughts, he noticed the smile that came upon her lips, and didn’t hesitate to return it. even a smile like that was so attractive to him, he couldn’t understand why she couldn’t see the beauty in everything she did. he’s very fond of this woman, he’s very attached to this woman, and yet, here they are, in the midst of something that never even meant to happen.
as his hands leave her hips, he was quickly taken aback by the hand that reached forward and took ahold of his, and the direction of her body that led him inside the room before him. oh maker, oh andraste save me, was all he thought. but still, he didn’t say anything. he simply looked back at the balcony, then looked back to her, and acknowledged where things were going.
he hadn’t done this in so long, what if he messed everything up? what if everything isn’t up to par, and she isn’t satisfied? after all, she is the inquisitor, and he is but a humble companion. a companion capable of starting something that could possibly last a lifetime.