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On her throne

Solas x Inquisitor Lavellan Fanfiction.

Summary: Inquisitor Lavellan is stressed and worried about all the responsabilities that now fall on her shoulders. Luckily, Solas is there to help her feel better. (Or, Solas making out with Lavellan and going down on her while she's on her Skyhold throne).

Notes and tags: +18, there's oral sex here (female receiving). There sex in the Fade but also cuddles in the Fade (porn with feelings, is that how you call it?). Poor Lavellan is stressed and doubting herself.

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Lavellan let out a tired sigh, resting the back of her head against the cold throne, eyes closed. She was so tired of passing judgment, of listening to people’s complaints and demands, of meetings, of every decision weighing on her shoulders…

The Inquisitor opened her eyes, relieved to see that the hall had emptied. She leaned to rest her elbows on her knees and her head on her palms. She felt done for the day…

“Vhenan.” At Solas’ voice, Lavellan looked up from her hands, finding him walking to the throne. “Are you alright?”

“Yes…just tired.” She smiled at him, reaching her hand to him as he approached. Solas took it, bringing it up to his lips, and her tired smile grew bigger at it. “But suddenly I'm feeling better.”

Solas gave her a soft smile. He always looked at her like she was precious to him, and it always made her feel dancing butterflies in her belly.

“Something’s worrying you,” he said as he knelt before her, studying her face. He wouldn’t be on his knees before a throne for anyone but her.  “Care to share?”

“It’s…it’s not worry, just…just tired.” Lavellan leaned back on the throne, weary. “I was supposed to just close the rifts with this thing.”  She shook her hand with the anchor and Solas reached for it, caressing her fingers with his thumb. It was calming. “But instead I’m here sitting judgment, and most things are not even related to the rifts, and how I’m supposed to know what to do? Who am I to judge all these things?”

“You’re the Inquisitor,” Solas said, as if that meant something to her, when she didn’t even know how she’d stumbled into the role. “And you’re wiser than most, what you decide is well done.”

Lavellan’d never get why Solas seemed to hold her in such regard, but she’d enjoy it anyway.

“Thank you…but no matter what I do, someone always disapproves,” she sighed.

“You can’t please everyone,” Solas said, matter of fact.

“Then I guess I’ll just try to please you,” Lavellan retorted, trying to joke, and Solas arched an eyebrow. “Okay, I didn’t mean it to sound like that,” she snorted.

“I wasn’t going to complain.” Solas shrugged, a smile dancing on his lips, and he chuckled when Lavellan swatted his hand playfully, before taking it and intertwining their fingers.

“Seriously, though… I just try to do what I feel is right,” Lavellan said, playing with Solas’ fingers. “But I can never be sure it’s actually the right thing, and I have to keep deciding everything, and it’s too much, it’s overwhelming…”

“Vhenan.” Solas’ voice was soft. He placed a hand on her knee, his thumb rubbing gentle, soothing circles. “You’re doing good. I don’t know anyone who’d lead this Inquisition better.”

Lavellan took a deep breath, realizing that she’d been holding it as she ranted, and she gave Solas a small smile. His words made her feel better, as did having his support, it meant more than she knew how to tell him.

“Thank you,” she told him softly. She reached to caress Solas’ cheek, smiling when he leaned into her touch. She stopped her knuckles under his chin and leaned to kiss him. 

The kiss started soft and sweet, but it soon deepened. Solas always kissed her as if he couldn’t get enough of her and this time was no exception. He moved closer, still knelt at the foot of the throne, and Lavellan opened her legs so he could get even closer, making her lean against the back of the throne.

Lavellan felt his hand softly caressing up her calf under her skirt, and she gasped against Solas’ mouth when it reached her thigh. Solas’ lips parted from hers and his hand stopped, as if he’d just realized what he was doing.

Lavellan didn’t want him to stop, though, or move away, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close again and kissing him. Solas kissed her deeply, melting into her. His hand squeezed her thigh and a sigh escaped Lavellan’s lips, kissing him just as intently.

She loved the way Solas always kissed her, as if he was starved of her, stealing not only her breath but almost her mind, until he, his touch, his kisses, were all Lavellan could think of, her worries and troubles blessedly disappearing if only for that moment.

Lavellan pulled back ever so slightly but kept her arms around him, and Solas leaned to hold his forehead against hers, as if he too couldn’t get enough of her touch. It made her smile, butterflies fluttering in her belly.

“Whenever I feel stressed or like everything is too much, I should just call you and have you kiss me, so it all goes away. Works like magic,” she joked breathlessly, but it was true.

“Glad to be of use to the Inquisitor,” Solas joked back. His smile was fond and he was looking at her again like she was something precious to treasure. It took Lavellan’s breath away as much as his kisses.

Solas pulled back and Lavellan tried to chase his lips again. Solas didn’t let her, though, smiling, and Lavellan wondered if he had the right to look so smug. Yes, yes he did. She went to kiss him again and Solas let her peck his lips but pulled back again.

Lavellan’s complaint died on her lips when he felt his hand sliding down her leg under her skirt. He reached her foot and lifted it to place it over his shoulder, turning his face to kiss her calf, right above her boot.

Solas kissed her leg again, higher, and looked up at her with his mouth still brushing her skin, as if to see if she was okay with it. Lavellan leaned back on the throne, lifting her skirt higher and angling her leg for him to keep going as he pleased.

Solas didn’t need more encouragement. He kept kissing up her leg, and Lavellan took a deep breath when he felt his lips on her thigh while his hand caressed her other leg. He kissed her inner thigh, almost reaching her center, and Lavellan could feel the heat coming off her.

Solas then moved to kiss her other thigh, first down to her calf, then his lips kissed a trail up her thigh again, lifting her skirt higher, until Solas placed a kiss above her clothed core, eliciting a gasp out of Lavellan’s lips as her hips rose from the throne to meet him.

“Vhenan…” Solas whispered, sounding almost reverential to Lavellan’s ears.

He caressed his way over her thighs until he reached her smallclothes, and Lavellan shifted to help him remove them, leaving her bare under her hitched skirt. Once that was done, Solas grabbed her thighs, tugging so she’d slid down to the edge of the throne, and he placed her leg above his shoulder again.

Solas lowered his mouth on her, but he didn’t go for her heat, instead kissing her thigh again. He kissed his way up to her inner thigh, and a soft moan escaped Lavellan when he finally kissed her center.

His tongue tasted her wetness with a long lick and Lavellan gasped, eyes closed as she leaned back against the throne, her hand flying to Solas' head, only caressing it at first, but when his tongue circled her clit, she couldn’t help but push his face closer, hips lifting to his mouth as a moan escaped her lips.

When he sucked on her nub, Lavellan let out a moan that reverberated across the empty hall. At the sound, she vaguely recalled where she was. 

She wondered what someone might think if they walked in then and found the Inquisitor like that, her skirt hitched up to her waist, one leg spread at the side of the throne and the other thrown over Solas’ shoulder, his head buried between her legs.

She wondered too why she didn’t seem to care that much if someone walked in. The room had emptied long ago, it was late, and-

Another flick of his tongue on her clit and Lavellan forgot where she was again. 

Lavellan tried to relax her hold on his head, caressing his skull as he kept going. Her other hand lay on the cold armrest of the throne, fingers curling and grasping it hard as Solas sucked on her, until his hand moved to hold hers so her fingers squeezed and grasped his own instead of the armrest.

She opened her eyes and the sight of Solas looking up at her from between her thighs as he pleasured her made her moan his name. Her hand squeezed his, and she felt more than heard him growl against her sex, burying his face in it.

She’d always thought Solas kissed her as if he was starved and this was no different. The throne room filled with the sounds of her gasps, sighs, moans, and whimpers as he kept going until she couldn't take it any longer.

Lavellan cried out as she reached her peak, one hand grasping Solas’ hand tight while the other pushed his face even closer to her. Her back arched and her hips lifted, quivering thighs clamping around Solas’ head, but he pushed them open again, holding her in place, and he kept going as she climaxed.

He slowed down, stopping when her thighs relaxed and her moans turned into pants. He kissed her thigh before pulling back to look at her, smiling at her as she tried to catch her breath. Lavellan reached out to stroke his face and Solas leaned into her touch.

“I…I’m definitely feeling way better now,” Lavellan breathed out, and Solas’ sweet smile turned smug.

Lavellan cupped his face, stroking his cheeks before leaning closer. “Come here,” she whispered before kissing his lips and soon, as Solas pushed close to her as they kissed,  she was out of breath again.

“When I say come here, I mean it,” she said, tugging at him, and Solas chuckled as she practically tried to drag him onto the throne seat with her.

Lavellan moved to the side to make room for Solas, shifting to sit on his lap instead once he was sitting down on the throne, nestling against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck, looking at him.

“Won’t I be beheaded for sitting on the Inquisitor’s throne?” Solas joked, holding her to him.

“You have a special permit by the Inquisitor herself,” Lavellan joked back. “I’ll even write it on paper, hang it around here.”

Solas chuckled again, looking at her in a way that made her heart flutter, before he kissed her.

When their lips parted, Lavellan snuggled to Solas' chest with a satisfied sigh as he held her tight.

“I hope nobody decides to come here,” she murmured. “I’m sure almost everyone is sleeping.”

She felt the rumble of Solas’ chest as if he’d laughed. “You don’t know you’re sleeping too?”

“What?” Lavellan pulled back to look at him. “Seriously? We’re in the Fade?” Solas nodded and Lavellan looked around, sighing. “Someday I’ll be able to realize it…well, I guess it was too convenient that nobody walked into the hall, should have suspected it.” Solas chuckled at her words, caressing her arm with his knuckles. “So…you went to sleep and decided to come visit? Or was it me barging into your dreams?”

“Me. I wanted to see you, you didn’t look good when you retired to your chambers.”

“I was exhausted and feeling like everything was too much…” She’d felt so overwhelmed and stressed, and it had followed into her dreams. “So…thank you for coming to check on me and change that.” She smiled at Solas and he pecked her lips. “But you could have just come to my room, you know, awake.”

Solas arched an eyebrow at her words. “Yes, I'm sure that me going alone into the Inquisitor’s chambers after she’s retired for the night won’t have people talking.”

“If they want to talk, then let them talk, I don’t care.” It was not the first time she told him that. 

“I’m sure Josephine would love it,” Solas retorted and Lavellan sighed. She didn’t care about what people talked and gossiped about her, but she knew Josephine cared.

Her advisor wanted the Inquisitor to have a good reputation in the eyes of human nobility, and Lavellan knew that gossip about who she might be involved with, especially if it was an apostate elven mage, might not work in her favor. She didn’t care, and it made no sense to her that people put hers and the Inquisition’s value on who she might love, but she didn’t want to stress Josephine.

Still…she had closed rifts, fought demons, fought Corypheus, and kept going at it…didn’t she deserve something good? Couldn’t she love and be happy with whoever she wanted, without people talking about her as if she were losing time for trying to be content for five minutes? Why would any human noble feel like they were entitled to have a say on who she loved? Hadn’t she done enough?

Everything started to feel like too much again and Lavellan snuggled even closer to Solas. “Let’s not talk about Inquisition business until it’s the morning and we’re awake and we have to.”

“Gladly,” Solas said softly.

He kissed the top of her head, holding her tight to his chest, and in his embrace, Lavellan felt her troubles and worries disappearing again.

She wasn’t sure when she slipped away from the Fade and woke up, but eventually, Lavellan found herself on her bed. She missed Solas’ arms around her immediately, wishing he’d have come to her room instead of only seeing her in the Fade.

The sun wasn’t even up yet, there were still hours until she was needed…

Lavellan got up from the bed and headed to the door of her chamber, opening it carefully. She walked down the dark corridor until she reached the door that led to the hall, which she opened as quietly as she could, peeking into the hall. Once she saw it was dark and empty, Lavellan quietly made her way to the door that led to Solas’ rotunda and opened it, careful not to make noise.

She found Solas asleep on the big couch, looking rather cute, if she was one to judge. She approached him silently and sat down on the couch, trying not to wake him, but he stirred anyway.

“Vhenan,” he murmured as she lay down next to him.

“Sleep,” Lavellan whispered as she snuggled up to Solas. “No need to leave the Fade on my account. I’ll see you there soon if I’m lucky.”

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to him, before kissing the top of her head. Lavellan let out a content sigh, closing her eyes, letting the rise and fall of Solas’ chest and his warm embrace lull her back to sleep, her mind blessedly empty of her troubles and worries for the time being.

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So... I think Solas had daydreamed about eating out Lavellan while watching her on her throne, and I gave him the chance.

Also, pretty sure that after this, the Inquisitor may just joke to Solas that for now her new throne can be his face/lap. She's bad at making jokes, poor Solas.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. If you liked it, please let me know in a comment, and as always, reblogs are more than welcome.

Solavellan has taken over my life and mind. I love Solas character, his story, his depth, and I'm in love with his relationship with Lavellan. It's all so beautiful and tragic. I can only wish they'll get a happy ending in DATV.

I hope to write more Solavellan, if anyone would be interested in reading it, although writing Solas is incredibly intimidating. But if you have something you want to see writen, let me know.

Excuse my English, it’s not my first language.