Face, Lingering Looks, and Bruised Lips
Solas held his lower lip between his teeth, an expression that would normally be foreign on his face, but one, that he took as he looked upon the face of the woman who laid flush against his chest. Both bare and sweaty, she held his eyes in hers; her parted lips darkened from a vigorous night. Swollen and wet, she pressed those lips into a grin that crinkled the skin around her eyes. With flushed cheeks, her gaze traveled along his face but his sight never ventured from her lashes. Solas leaned in and pulled her bruised lips against his.













