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They had spent hours, after Fen’Eth was put to bed, in the quiet of the lounge, the firelight flickering softly as they talked about her. The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around them like a cocoon, shielding them from the complexities of the outside world, but between them hung the unspoken weight of the years lost, of things unsaid.

Thalia, sitting cross-legged on the plush chair next to Solas who sat on a sofa, chuckled softly as she recounted a memory of Fen’Eth’s upbringing. “When she was six, I brought in a tutor to advance her education—someone with a prestigious background, supposedly an expert in their field. But within the first week, Fen’Eth had them so flustered they could barely string a sentence together.”

Solas raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Oh? What did she do?”

Thalia leaned to the arm rest towards him, her grin widening. “She kept correcting them. Every time they explained something, she would raise her hand and point out where they were wrong—down to the most intricate details. Eventually, Fen’Eth told me that the tutor was ‘too stupid’ and asked if they could be excused, in front of them.”

Solas chuckled, shaking his head. “It seems she’s inherited more than just my curiosity.”

“And your stubbornness, too,” Thalia added, her smile softening as she thought about their daughter. “She wouldn’t settle for anything less than the truth, even at that age. She has this fire in her… I see it every day. And it’s not just because of her intelligence—it’s because she wants to know the why behind everything. It’s exhausting sometimes, but I love that about her.”

Solas’ expression grew more serious, though his eyes still held a fondness when he thought of Fen’Eth. “She reminds me of you, too. The way she questions things, how fiercely she holds to her beliefs. She has your spirit.”

Thalia tilted her head, watching him closely. “She doesn’t have many memories of you. But she knows more than you think—she listens intently when others talk. The stories about you… about Fen’Harel, the Dread Wolf… the stories that have been going around lately, they’re starting to reach her ears. She’s growing curious.”

Solas’ gaze dropped to the floor, the mention of his other identity casting a shadow over his face. “She must think I’m a monster.”

Thalia shook her head firmly. “No. To her, you’re not the Dread Wolf. You’re her father, the man who left to do something important. I never told her the whole story—Because I wouldn’t be able to tell it correctly. But she’ll ask one day, and I won’t be able to answer all of her questions.”

She leaned forward, her voice gentle but insistent. “You should be the one to tell her who Fen’Harel really is. What he represents. Not just the stories people tell, but the truth—your truth.”

Solas’ hands tightened in his lap, his fingers curling into fists as he wrestled with the weight of that responsibility. “How do I explain to her what I’ve done? What I plan to do? How can I make her understand when even I question the morality of my decisions?”

“You’ll find a way,” Thalia said softly. “You owe her the truth. She deserves to know who you are—not just the father who visited her in dreams, but the man and the ‘god’ who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. She’s strong, Solas. She’ll understand more than you think.”

Solas’ gaze lifted to meet hers, his heart heavy with the knowledge that this conversation would come eventually. “What if she hates me for it? What if… what if she looks at me with fear in her eyes, the way so many others have?”

Thalia stood up and moved to him, sitting beside him on the edge of the sofa. She placed a hand on his, her voice firm but kind. “She won’t. Fen’Eth is smart, Solas. And she’s kind. She knows there’s more to you than the stories. But she needs to hear it from you—not the people who paint you as a villain.”

Solas sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he leaned back. “I will tell her. When the time is right. But the thought of it terrifies me, Thalia.”

Thalia smiled softly, her hand squeezing his gently. “You’ve faced demons, ancient evils, and more than any of us can imagine. Talking to your daughter about who you are is something I think you’ll find a way through. You’re her father. And, despite everything, you’ll always be that.”

Solas turned his head slightly, his expression softening as he gazed at her. “You always know how to make things seem… possible. Manageable.”

Thalia laughed softly, shaking her head. “It’s easier to see things clearly when I’m not the one carrying the weight of the world.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the fire crackling softly in the hearth as the words between them settled. There was still so much to say, so many years of separation to bridge, but in that moment, they found solace in each other’s presence. Yet, the tension that had hovered around them all evening was still there, lingering just beneath the surface.

In their silence, Solas felt the weight of a question lingering in his mind, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts. It had haunted him since their reunion, but he hadn’t found the courage to ask—until now. He hesitated, his voice low and unsure as he finally spoke.

“Did you… in our time apart, did you find anyone else? Someone to be by your side?”

Thalia blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question. She hadn’t expected that from him—not after everything they had been through tonight. She took a slow breath, collecting her thoughts, then shook her head. “No, I didn’t,” she replied softly. “I couldn’t.”

The truth hung heavy in the air between them, and she glanced away briefly before continuing. “There were suitors though… offers for alliances, mostly. Some wanted to strengthen ties with the Inquisition, others saw me as an opportunity for political gain.” Her lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. “But none of them were what I wanted.”

She met his gaze then, her eyes reflecting the weight of the years that had stretched between them, the loneliness she had carried silently. “I couldn’t give them my heart when it was already somewhere else.”

Solas’ chest tightened at her words. Guilt surged through him, gnawing at him for having left her alone to shoulder so much. But there was also relief—a deep, profound relief that she had not given herself to anyone else. He nodded slowly, though he didn’t trust himself to speak, afraid that his voice would betray the storm of emotions inside him.

They sat in silence again, the fire crackling softly, its glow casting long shadows across their faces. Thalia’s words settled over him like a balm and a burden, the knowledge that despite all his choices, all his mistakes, she had never stopped waiting. His guilt pressed down on him, but he couldn’t deny the fierce spark of hope kindling in his chest.

Thalia yawned, her body betraying the fatigue of the long, emotional day. The tension in her shoulders eased as she stretched, her movement drawing Solas’ gaze for just a moment. He caught himself staring, his eyes tracing the curve of her form—still so familiar, yet changed in ways that made his heart ache. She was both the woman he had loved and someone who had grown stronger in his absence.

“I should sleep,” she said softly, her voice tinged with weariness. The weight of the day had clearly settled into her bones.

Solas stood immediately, ever attentive to her needs. “Of course,” he murmured, offering his hand to help her rise. His fingers lingered against hers, the contact sparking an awareness between them that neither could deny. “Your room is ready—it’s just across the hall from Fen’Eth’s.”

They walked together down the dimly lit hallway, their footsteps quiet against the stone floor. The air between them felt heavy, filled with all the things left unsaid, yet a new understanding seemed to hum just beneath the surface.

When they reached the door, Solas hesitated for a moment, then pushed it open, revealing a room elegantly prepared just for her. The soft flicker of candlelight cast warm shadows across the space, illuminating a large, inviting bed draped in fine red linens, the deep hue reminiscent of the rich fabrics that once adorned her bed in Skyhold. The tall bedposts reached toward the ceiling, framing the bed with a red curtain canopy that added an intimate, almost nostalgic air to the room.

Thalia stood in the doorway, her eyes sweeping over the room in quiet wonder. The memories of Skyhold, of a time when they had been together in another life, stirred within her. The bed, the linens, even the faint scent of the wood cracking in the hearth reminded her of those nights spent in his arms, before everything had changed.

She turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s perfect.”

Solas nodded, his throat tight as he saw the emotions flickering across her face. He had wanted this room to feel like a homecoming for her, a place where she could find comfort and peace—even if just for tonight. He couldn’t change the past, but he could give her this.

For a moment, they stood there, the warmth of the room wrapping around them, but it was the pull between them—the invisible thread that had always connected them—that was impossible to ignore.

Solas shifted awkwardly in the doorway as Thalia stepped into the room, her eyes still wandering over the familiar yet distant details—the rich red canopy, the soft linens that seemed to mirror another time. He stood there, his hand lingering on the doorframe as though holding on to something he couldn’t name, a hesitation in his movements.

“Goodnight, Thalia,” he said finally, his voice thick with emotion, each word heavier than the last. He stepped back reluctantly, his heart pulling in the opposite direction as he turned to walk down the hallway.

“Goodnight, Solas,” Thalia replied, her voice soft yet full of the same unspoken weight. She took one last look at him before walking to the door and closing it gently behind her.

Down the hallway, after the door had closed behind Thalia, Solas had taken only a few steps before he stopped, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a heavy cloak. Every step away from her felt wrong, as if with each footfall, he was distancing himself from something he had spent so long yearning for. How could he have left her? The question burned through his thoughts, the guilt nearly suffocating.

He hadn’t meant to stay this long, hadn’t meant to feel that pull again—the same magnetic draw that had always existed between them, that tethered his heart to hers despite everything. But here he was, standing in the hallway, unable to shake the feeling that he was making a mistake by walking away once more.

Solas ran a hand over his face, his mind racing, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her—the way she had looked at him tonight, the softness in her eyes, the weariness in her voice when she spoke his name. He hadn’t expected to feel this pull so deeply, hadn’t expected the love he had tried so hard to suppress to resurface with such intensity.

But it had. It was undeniable now.

Without thinking, without even letting his mind catch up with his body, Solas turned back. He retraced his steps, stopping in front of her door. His heart pounded in his chest as he raised his hand to knock, the weight of the moment heavy in the air. He hesitated for just a second, his breath catching in his throat, wondering if he was doing the right thing, if this was a mistake.

But he couldn’t leave her. Not again. Not tonight.

On the other side, Thalia had leaned against the door, closing her eyes as a long sigh escaped her. The tension in her chest wouldn’t leave, no matter how much she tried to push it down. Her thoughts spun uncontrollably around Solas—around the way he had looked at her, the softness in his gaze that she had nearly forgotten. The tremble in his voice when he said her name echoed in her mind, stirring up emotions she had long tried to bury.

After all these years, after all the heartache and the distance between them, her heart still ached for him, pulling her back to him like a force she couldn’t resist. She had missed him—missed the sound of his voice, the quiet moments they used to share, the way he made her feel understood in a world that so often misunderstood her.

Despite everything—the pain of his leaving, the questions that still hung in the air—her love for him hadn’t faded. It was as though the years apart had only made that love more fierce, more undeniable. She had tried to move forward, tried to build a life for herself and for Fen’Eth, but no matter how much time passed, a part of her had always been waiting for him.

Shaking her head, she pressed her palms against the door, her breath coming in shallow, uneven waves. The distance, the time—it had all been for nothing if she couldn’t be honest with herself. She didn’t want him to leave again. Not tonight.

Without thinking, Thalia opened the door, her lips parting to call out his name, but before she could, she found Solas standing there, hand raised, as if he had been about to knock.

They froze for a heartbeat, their eyes locking, the air between them charged with the same unspoken desire that had been simmering all night.

And then, without hesitation, they collided—crashing into each other in a heated kiss.

Solas cupped her face, his fingers trembling slightly as he kissed her deeply. There was no hesitation now, no fear—just the raw, overwhelming need to feel her close again. Every breath, every touch, every beat of his heart was driven by the years of separation, the longing that had burned in silence between them. His lips moved against hers with a fervor he had almost forgotten he could feel, and yet now, he had never stopped wanting her.

Thalia responded with equal intensity, her arms wrapping around his neck as if she feared he might slip away again. Her body pressed tightly against his, and she deepened the kiss, pouring into it all the love and pain she had held inside since he had left. The familiar scent of him, the warmth of his skin—it all came rushing back, flooding her with memories of nights spent in each other’s arms. It was as though no time had passed, and yet, the years of longing and regret made the moment even more charged with emotion.

Without a word, they stumbled into the room, Solas kicked the door shut behind him, the soft click echoing in the heated air between them. The hunger was palpable now, an undeniable fire that had been reignited the moment they laid eyes on each other again. The need to feel, to touch, to hold was overpowering, and neither of them could deny it any longer.

Solas’ hands moved down her body, memorizing every curve and line, as if he were relearning her all over again.

Thalia pulled back from the kiss, though it hurt them both to stop, the sudden absence of contact leaving them both breathless. Her forehead pressed against his, their breaths mingling in the heated space between them. "Get out of your armor," she whispered against his lips, her voice thick with desire and the need for him.

Solas hesitated for only a heartbeat, their eyes locked as he processed the request.

Then, with a slow nod, he stepped back, creating a small but palpable distance between them. His fingers moved quickly, expertly loosening the intricate straps and clasps of his armor. The weight of it fell away piece by piece, the sound of metal hitting the floor a soft echo in the quiet room. He kept his eyes on her as he undressed, his gaze never leaving her face.

While he removed his armor, Thalia's hands moved to the laces of her dress, her fingers working deftly to untie the knots and free herself from the fabric that suddenly felt too restrictive. She shimmied out of the dress, the soft material pooling at her feet. The cool air kissed her skin, but it was nothing compared to the warmth she craved from him.

They stood before each other, bare and exposed, their eyes roaming over the changes time had left on their bodies. For a moment, neither spoke. There was a vulnerability between them now, one born of years spent apart and the scars—both visible and unseen—that had marked their souls.

Solas’ gaze lingered on Thalia’s form, taking in every detail. Her body had changed since he had last seen her like this. Silver stretch marks traced delicately across her abdomen, a reminder of the life she had brought into the world. Her muscles were still toned, her body strong and shaped by years of travel and battle, but there was a softness to her now, the faint lines of motherhood etched into her skin. She was beautiful in ways that made his chest ache, not just for what she had become, but for all the moments he had missed.

Solas’ gaze drifted to her arm—her prosthetic. It was impossible to ignore, a striking piece of black metal that glinted in the low light, etched with intricate golden designs that swirled along its surface. Golden filaments traced where the joints would be, seamlessly connecting the parts that moved with such fluid grace, as though the arm had always been hers. It was not something she simply removed; it had become a permanent part of her, fused to her body through magic in a way that made its movement appear as natural as if she had never lost her arm in the first place.

His eyes followed the path of the green, lightning-like scars that crawled up her skin, starting from where the elbow would have been and stretching up to her shoulder. The scars pulsed faintly in the rhythm of her heartbeat with a familiar glow, a haunting reminder of the magic that threatened to claim her life but only left its indelible mark on her flesh. They zigzagged across her skin, vibrant green against her natural tone, a testament to the anchor’s destructive power and the cost of stopping it.

The prosthetic itself was a marvel of craftsmanship and magic intertwined, both beautiful and functional, but it also carried with it a weight that pressed on Solas’ heart. The sight of those scars—the jagged lines of magic that marked her as forever changed—sent a flood of memories crashing over him. He remembered the moment he had been forced to sever her arm, his desperation to save her life overwhelming every other instinct. But seeing it now, the scars and the prosthetic that had replaced what he had taken, he felt the sting of guilt anew.

His breath caught, the pain of that memory squeezing his chest. He had done this to her—he had made that choice. And though it had been to save her, the price had been steep.

His face soured, and the guilt he had tried so hard to bury painted itself across his features. He stepped closer, his hand hovering just above her scarred arm, not daring to touch it. His voice was quiet, pained. “Thalia… I’m so sorry.”

Thalia, startled by the emotion in his voice, looked up at him, her brow furrowing as she saw the regret etched into his face. “Solas…” she began, but he shook his head, his eyes filled with a deep sadness.

“I did this to you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I hurt you. I took… I took a part of you away, and I wasn’t even there to help you heal from it. I… I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for that.”

Thalia stepped closer, placing her prosthetic hand gently over his. “You saved my life,” she said softly, her voice steady but firm. “The anchor would have killed me. You did what you had to do.”

“But—” he began, his voice breaking, his guilt too overwhelming to contain.

“No,” Thalia interrupted gently, “I survived because of you. And more than that, I lived. I had a life. I could raise Fen’Eth. These scars,” she gestured to the green lines, “they’re not just a reminder of what I lost, Solas. They’re a reminder of what I gained—of what you saved me from.”

Solas’ breath hitched, his eyes searching hers, still filled with self-reproach. He had spent years trying to reconcile his actions, his choices, and now, standing here before her, the weight of it felt heavier than ever.

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he said quietly, the vulnerability in his voice almost breaking her heart.

Thalia lifted her hand, cupping his cheek, forcing him to look at her fully. “Solas, this isn’t about forgiveness,” she whispered. “This is about moving forward. We both have scars. Some of them are seen, and some of them aren’t. But what matters is that we’re here, together.”

She let her hand linger on his cheek, her thumb brushing gently over his skin. Solas closed his eyes at the warmth of her touch, the familiar comfort of her presence finally beginning to chip away at the walls he had built around himself for so long.

Solas raised his hands to cup her face, his touch gentle as his thumbs traced the line of her cheeks and scars. His breath hitched, and he leaned in slowly, his lips hovering just above hers. There was a moment of stillness between them, the tension from their shared past lingering like an unhealed wound, the hurt flickering to life again as their bodies remembered the pain of separation.

But that tension quickly gave way to something more powerful. In an instant, the restraint crumbled, and they were upon each other again, crashing together in a fevered kiss that was filled with all the longing they had denied for years. Their lips met with a hunger that had been building for too long, the kiss deep and desperate, as though it alone could make up for the time they had lost.

Solas' hands slipped from her face, roaming down to her body, his thumbs tracing the stretch marks on her abdomen as he grabbed her hips. He was relearning her, committing every inch of her skin to memory as if he could engrave her once more into his very soul. His touch was reverent, but it was also filled with a raw, urgent need, as though he feared she might slip away from him again.

Thalia's hands danced over his skin in return, her fingers both gentle and urgent as they traced the lines of his body. She felt the new scars that marred his chest and arms, the reminders of battles she hadn't been there to witness. Her heart ached for him, for everything they had been through separately, but her touch held the promise that she was with him now.

Their kiss deepened, their bodies pressing together as the fire between them ignited into something almost uncontrollable. Solas' fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer, as though the distance between them-however small-was unbearable.
Thalia responded in kind, her hand placed at the back of his neck, her nails lightly grazing his skin, the heat between them building with every touch.

Tears mixed with their kisses, but neither of them pulled away. This was the reunion they both needed-the reunion they had waited for, the years of separation melting away as they lost themselves in the moment. There were no words, just the feeling of finally being together again, both of them raw and exposed, yet somehow more complete than they had been in years.

Their bodies pressed together, moving in sync as they made their way toward the bed. Thalia walked backward, her hands gripping the back of Solas' neck as he guided her through the room. The tension between them made each step feel both urgent and delicate, the uncoordinated movement causing their lips to break apart briefly, both of them laughing breathlessly at the awkwardness of it.

But Solas wasn't willing to let that moment disrupt the hunger between them. He bent down swiftly, his arms sliding around her waist and thighs as he lifted her off the ground with ease, never once breaking the kiss. Thalia gasped against his lips, her arms tightening around his neck as he carried her the rest of the way to the bed.

When they reached the edge of the bed, Solas lowered her gently, his hands cradling her as he laid her down on the soft sheets. The red blankets beneath her felt like a familiar embrace, though it was the weight of his presence above her that grounded her in this moment. He hovered over her, their bodies pressed so closely together that it sent shivers down her spine.

His lips found hers again, but this time his kisses were softer, laced with the apologies he had struggled to voice for so long. "I'm sorry," he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against her lips. "I should've been here. I shouldn't have left you."

Thalia's hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer, needing him to feel how much she had missed him. "You're here now," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "That's what matters."

But Solas couldn't stop the guilt from bubbling up as his lips moved to her neck, pressing kisses to her skin as though trying to erase the pain of their years apart. "I never stopped thinking about you," he confessed, his voice raw, heavy with regret.
"Every day, Thalia. I thought about you, about us. I never stopped missing you."

Tears pricked at the corners of Thalia's eyes, the weight of his words finally breaking through the walls she had built around her. She pulled him down, their bodies flush against each other, as she whispered against his ear, "I missed you too. More than I can ever say."

Solas' heart ached at her words, but it was an ache filled with both sorrow and relief.
He kissed her again, deeply, as though he could pour everything he felt into that one kiss-all the apologies, all the longing, all the love he had never stopped feeling.

They lay together in the bed, Solas' body pressed gently on top of Thalia's, their bare skin warming each other in the quiet aftermath of years spent apart. Every kiss between them was slow and deep, filled with the weight of longing and the undeniable need to make up for the time they had lost. Solas' arms were curved beneath her back, his hands cradling her shoulders as if he were afraid to let go, to lose her again.

Thalia's hand cupped his face, her fingers tracing the contours of his jawline, the warmth of his skin grounding her in the moment. Her other arm was slung over his shoulder, pulling him even closer, as if they could never be close enough. Their bodies fit together as they had before, the sense of familiarity and rightness overwhelming them both.

Tears streamed down their faces-tears of joy, of sorrow, of everything in between.
The release of emotions they had bottled up for years slipped out in quiet sobs that echoed softly in the room. But then, amidst the overwhelming emotion, a sound broke through-a giggle, bubbling up from Thalia's chest. It mingled with her tears, shaking her shoulders as it escaped her lips.

Solas, still pressing soft kisses to her skin, paused and lifted his head, concern flashing briefly across his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion as he looked down at her. "Why are you laughing?"

Thalia shook her head, still giggling, tears and laughter mixing together in a strange and beautiful way. She tried to compose herself, but another sobbing giggle slipped through her lips. She bit her lower lip, her chest still shaking as she looked up at him, her eyes shining with both tears and a tender smile.

"I'm sorry," she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling. "It's just... it feels like we've been transported through time."

Solas furrowed his brow, his fingers brushing away her tears as they continued to fall. "What do you mean?"

Thalia sniffled and smiled, her heart swelling with the bittersweetness of the moment. "It feels like we're back in Skyhold... back when we were together, and everything was simple-just us, in that bed, like none of this ever happened." Her voice wavered as she spoke, the weight of nostalgia pressing down on her. "It's like the years apart disappeared, and we're right back where we used to be. Like we've been pulled back to that time when it was just you and me."

Solas' face softened at her words, a tenderness filling his gaze that only made the moment more overwhelming. He lowered his forehead to hers, letting out a shaky breath as her words settled over him. "I feel it too," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Their lips pressed together again, but this time, Thalia smirked beneath his kiss.
There was a mischievous glint in her eyes that Solas recognized immediately—a playful, teasing side of her that always emerged in their most intimate moments.
Without warning, she made her move, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and, with a swift and practiced motion, flipping them over.

Solas gasped as his back hit the bed, his eyes wide for a moment as he processed the sudden shift. Thalia now sat astride him, her hands resting on his chest, her body casting a shadow over his. A surprised laugh escaped his lips, his head falling back against the bed as he caught his breath. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked up at her.

"You haven't changed a bit," he said between breaths, his laughter softening as he took in the sight of her above him, the familiar rush of affection and desire overwhelming him once more.

Thalia grinned down at him, her expression a mixture of playfulness and confidence.
She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his jaw as she whispered into his ear, her voice low and teasing, "What about you? Have you changed? Or are you still the same Solas?"

Her breath tickled his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Solas let out a soft chuckle, his hands coming up to rest on her hips, fingers tracing gentle patterns on her skin. "I suppose some things never change," he murmured, his tone teasing but laced with affection. "Especially when it comes to you."

Thalia's smirk deepened, her eyes glinting with a mix of love and desire as she went to kiss him again, her lips lingering against his. "Good," she whispered, her breath warm against his mouth. "Because I don't want that to change."

As Thalia sat on top of him, her body pressed firmly against his, she felt the unmistakable rise of his arousal beneath her. It mirrored her own desire, a warmth that spread through her core as she shifted slightly atop him. Solas' hand rested securely on her waist, his fingers gently squeezing as though to keep her close, while his other hand cupped her face tenderly, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek.

Thalia's hands were planted on either side of his head, fingers pressing into the bed to hold herself up. She gazed down at him, her breathing shallow, their eyes locked in an intimate exchange that held the weight of years of longing. Slowly, she moved her hips, their pelvises pressing together in a heated connection. As her heat settled against his length, both of them inhaled sharply, the sensation so intense that it sent shivers through their bodies.

Solas trembled beneath her, his breath hitching at the intimate contact. His fingers dug into her waist, not with urgency but with a need to feel her closer, to make this moment last. His arousal pulsed beneath her, the feeling of her warmth against him nearly overwhelming.

Thalia bit her lip, her body aching with the need for him. She could feel the wetness gathering between her legs, her folds already slick with desire as she gently rolled her hips. The soft, teasing motion caused her to brush against him, and a low moan escaped her lips at the sensation. Her wetness dripped onto him, coating his cock as she moved, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of them.

Solas let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the sensation. His hand slid down from her face to her back, resting just below her shoulder blades, as though trying to steady himself against the flood of desire that rushed through him. "Thalia..." he whispered, his voice thick with both need and affection, the sound of her name on his lips filled with reverence.

She leaned down, her lips ghosting over his as she continued to move her hips, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. The weight of her desire pressed down on him, her body instinctively seeking more of the connection they both craved.
"Do you want this?" Thalia whispered against his lips, her voice a hushed invitation, her breath warm as it mingled with his.

Solas opened his eyes, meeting her gaze with a tenderness that only deepened the fire between them. "Yes," he murmured, his hand sliding to her waist, guiding her gently as he let out a soft, trembling sigh. "I've always wanted this... you."

Thalia rose up, her body lifting away from Solas as she knelt above him, standing on her knees with a look of raw desire and confidence. Her hand reached down, wrapping firmly around his length, and the moment her fingers closed around him, Solas gasped, his breath hitching at the sensation. His hands instinctively gripped her thighs, his touch firm but gentle as he looked up at her, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

Carefully, Thalia angled his cock upward, her gaze never leaving his, and she positioned him against her. The moment the tip of him brushed against her folds, they both took sharp, shaky breaths, their bodies trembling with anticipation. The heat between them was palpable, the connection undeniable even after all the years apart.

With deliberate slowness, Thalia began to lower herself back down, inch by inch, fully sheathing him within her. As his length disappeared into her, Solas' hands gripped her thighs tighter, his nails digging into her flesh, forming crescent-shaped marks on her skin. A low, guttural growl escaped from deep within his chest, the sound raw and filled with both desire and emotion.

Thalia's breath caught in her throat, her eyes fluttering closed as she let out a soft, breathless moan. Her body trembled with the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him, her walls stretching to accommodate him. She bit her lip, savoring the familiar yet electric feeling of him inside her. They sat there for a moment, perfectly still, just feeling each other, their bodies fitting together so effortlessly, so perfectly, despite the years and the changes that had come between them.

Even after all the time apart-even after the birth of a child—it felt the same. The connection between them was just as strong, just as intimate. It was as if no time had passed at all.

Thalia opened her eyes, looking down at him with a mix of tenderness and desire.
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she spoke. "I've missed feeling you... like this."

Solas, his breath heavy and ragged beneath her, lifted his gaze to meet hers. His hands moved up her thighs, resting just below her hips, steadying her as they sat there, connected so deeply. His voice was strained with emotion as he responded, each word heavy with the weight of the years they had spent apart. "I've missed you too... more than you know."

His hands tightened around her thighs as he breathed in her presence, the sensation of being inside her almost too much to bear. They stayed like that for a moment longer, neither moving, both savoring the feeling of being together again, of being whole again after so long.

Thalia leaned back over him, pressing her hands firmly against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under her fingertips. She pushed him gently further down into the mattress, and began to move her hips slowly, deliberately. Both of them gasped as the sensation of friction ignited something deep within them, the connection between their bodies bringing back a flood of memories and desires.

It didn't take long for Thalia to find the rhythm they had once shared so effortlessly, a rhythm that felt like second nature despite all the years apart. Her hips began to move faster, more confidently, the pace increasing as she rode him, every movement sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Solas gasped beneath her, his body writhing under her as the intensity built between them, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as he tried to anchor himself to the moment.

But then, with a surge of strength, Solas sat up, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her closer. Thalia gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she found herself cradled in his lap. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, draping over his shoulders, her body trembling from the closeness. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her breath hot against his skin as her hips continued to move in slow, deliberate circles.

Solas pressed his face into her shoulder, his breath ragged and uneven, his hands moving to her waist to guide her movements, holding her tightly as they moved together in perfect unison. Thalia's hips rolled in slow, fluid circles, each motion sending a fresh surge of pleasure through both of them. They clung to each other as though the world outside had faded away, the only thing that mattered was the connection between them, the rhythm they found once again.

Between their gasps and moans, Solas' voice broke through, a soft, trembling whisper. "Vhenan," he breathed, the word heavy with meaning, with love, with everything he had kept buried inside for all those years. The word echoed in the space between them, filling the air with a warmth neither of them had felt since they had last been together.

Thalia's heart skipped a beat at the sound of that word-Vhenan. It had been so long since either of them had spoken it, and hearing it now, in this moment, was like a balm to her soul. Tears pricked at her eyes, and she held him tighter, her hips still moving as she whispered back, "Vhenan..."

With his newfound strength and confidence in their reunion, Solas flipped Thalia onto her back once more, pressing her gently into the bed and he hovered above her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Their eyes locked for a moment, the weight of their shared past hanging in the air between them. Without another word, he leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue pressing past her lips, the kiss filled with urgency and desire. They were back-connected in a way they hadn't been in years.

Solas began to move, thrusting into her with a force that sent shudders up her spine.
Thalia's arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer, her fingers pressing into the muscles of his shoulders. He cradled her, his arms underneath her, holding her securely as his pace quickened, his hands firm on her shoulders to ground them both in the moment.

Thalia felt the familiar climb of her climax building rapidly, the heat in her body surging with each thrust. Her voice broke through in a desperate whisper. "Don't stop... please, keep going."

Solas obeyed, his hips moving with increasing intensity as he pushed her closer to the edge. He watched her body react to him, the way she gasped and moaned beneath him, and it only fueled his desire to give her everything. The pleasure overwhelmed her quickly, more intense than she had anticipated, and she gasped for air, her body arching as she called his name.

Her muscles clenched around his cock as her climax took over, and Solas moaned deeply at the sensation, his own voice trembling with the effort to keep going, to prolong the moment. He didn't stop, even as she writhed beneath him, her body quivering from the shocks of her release. He kept his pace steady, his thrusts deliberate, until he felt her slowly begin to come down from her high.

Solas leaned in, pressing soft kisses along her jawline as she tried to catch her breath. Thalia's chest heaved, her face flushed, one hand coming up to rub her face as the pleasure still lingered in her body.

"That was... incredible," she whispered between breaths, her voice filled with awe.

Solas chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm glad you think so," he teased, and before she could react, he shifted his hips with gentle, teasing movements, picking up his pace again.

Thalia gasped in surprise, her body still sensitive from her climax. The sudden sensation sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her, and she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders even tighter. Solas felt the change in her body and responded, his own breath coming faster as he felt the familiar tension building in him now.

He increased his pace, thrusting faster and harder as his own climax neared. Thalia groaned into his shoulder, her moans mingling with his as the heat between them grew unbearable. Each movement sent them both spiraling closer to the edge, their bodies completely in sync, moving as one.

The climb Solas felt finally reached its breaking point, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him as he reached his climax. His seed spilled into her, and he groaned deeply, his body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Thalia moaned in response, her body still trembling beneath him as she felt his release.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies entwined, their breaths heavy and ragged as they both came down from the high. Solas collapsed gently onto her, his weight comforting, and they lay there together, their bodies still connected, their hearts beating in sync.

They stayed like that, tangled in each other, with no need for words. The silence between them was filled with the sound of their heavy breaths, the warmth of their bodies, and the deep, undeniable connection they had always shared.

After a while, they moved in comfortable silence, content smiles playing across their faces as they shifted into the warmth of the bed. They wrapped the soft blankets around themselves, cocooning in the comforting embrace of each other. Thalia rested her head on Solas’ chest, her ear pressed against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, her body fitting perfectly against his. Solas’ arm was wrapped securely around her, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along her back, a soothing rhythm that made her feel safe, cherished.

Thalia’s hand moved lightly across his chest, her fingers softly tracing the freckles that dotted his pale skin. She connected the small marks absentmindedly, as if drawing constellations on him, savoring every little detail she had missed. The room was quiet now, the fire’s glow casting soft light, but Thalia’s heart held a quiet question she couldn’t suppress, one that tugged at her as she thought back to when he had left her all those years ago.

She bit her lip, hesitant to break the peaceful moment, but the weight of the question was too much to bear. Lifting her head slightly, she whispered, “Do you… have to leave again at some point? For your mission?”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the fear of losing him again. She needed to know, needed the reassurance that this time, things would be different—that he wouldn’t leave her and Fen’Eth behind once more.

Solas’ hand paused briefly on her back before he gently pulled her closer, pressing his lips to her forehead. He shook his head, his voice soft but firm. “No, Vhenan. Not in the same way as last time. You don’t need to worry. I won’t leave you, or Fen’Eth, again. I promise.”

Thalia’s heart flooded with relief at his words, the weight of the past finally lifting from her chest. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion, and without hesitation, she leaned forward to kiss him softly, her lips lingering against his as she poured all her gratitude and love into that one tender moment.

Solas returned the kiss, his hand gently cupping her face, his touch filled with the promise of staying, of being there for her and their daughter.

When their lips finally parted, they settled back into the comfort of each other’s arms, the warmth of the blankets and their shared closeness lulling them into a peaceful calm. Thalia rested her head once more on Solas’ chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing soothing her as her eyes fluttered closed. Solas continued tracing his fingers along her back, his own breath steady and content, his heart at peace for the first time in years.

And in that quiet, safe space, with their bodies entwined and their hearts finally at ease, they both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the comfort of knowing they were finally, truly home.