I’ll try my hand at both! I did not know what Inquisitor to use, since they’re all shit OCs, so I’m going to go with an unknown female dwarf Inquisitor.

9. Against the wall and 23. Trying new position

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Leliana’s lips grazed against the curve of the Inquisitor’s ear, her long, pale fingers entangled in the dark curls of Cadash’s hair. “I have a new idea, ma amour,” purred Leliana, enjoying the sharp spike of breath that came from the small woman.

A whimper, and then, “What idea?” Her voice came shaky, a touch pitcher than usual. The tone sent a shiver up Leliana’s spin and warmth pooling between her thighs. Seeing the bravado that usually accompanied the Inquisitor slip away like water into a stream was a welcome to sight to Leliana. More than a mere pleasure to see the Inquisitor reduced to a stumbling, red-faced mess; a good enough payback for all the other times the dwarf sought to do the same to her, and succeed - though, those were rare and far between. Now, Leliana had the Inquisitor all to her self, and her mind went wild with ideas.

“I’ll have you against that wall over there, with your legs over my shoulders, and me having a treat that had been denied to me for far too long. Would that not be such a terrible idea, mon cherie?” Despite how she held her voice in a steady, low purr, Leliana felt her cheeks redden. She was never quite as good with flirtation as some would proscribe her. Not with those who held her affections in a iron-hold, at any least.

In truth, Leliana expected a laugh, some noise that would have confirmed her own foolishness; instead, what she had been given was another whimper, a pleading that need not be uttered in words. Leliana felt more relief than she should, and could not help to make her wicked smile turn into something softer, for a moment the spell of commanding pulled away into a intimidate pause. Kissing her cheek, Leliana heaved the woman up, grateful for her many years of archery. It left no little strength in her arms, though Cadash was still a touch heavier for her, but only just a touch. Even that was perfect in her eyes, however.

Cadash’s fingers, stout and strong from the two decades and a half whirling about a short half-moon axe, with a spike on the other side, cupped Leliana’s cheeks, drew circles into her flesh with a delicate touch. Scarred lips were soon pressed against her, needy and devouring, and it was Leliana’s turn to swallow down a moan that she could not keep from rising at the back of her throat. It was strange to hold Cadash like this; more often than not, it would be one of them on the bed, one between the others legs or the other straddling their face. They had went slow for Cadash, primarily because everything was more new to her than it was for Leliana. Yet, Leliana had never carried her partners before - she had been the one carried more often than not. It was nice, in a way, to hold Cadash like that in her arms.

She knew she had reached the wall when Cadash pressed against her, back curving a touch, and the coolness of the stones grazing across her knuckles. Leliana’s lips scattered kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and left marks on the peaking collarbone that begged to be touched with teeth and tongue. The soft moans that left Cadash’s lips were music to her ears, and Leliana sought more, left more marks behind to hear her music unfurled into the quietness of the Inquisitor’s bedchambers.

Unlacing the strings at Cadash’s blouse, Leliana pecked the valley of her breasts with gentle kisses and nibbles. In the paleness of the streaming moonlight, a misty silver which danced in the air and left floating dusts molt and glimmer, Cadash withered lightly in her hold, and Leliana pulled away, though reluctantly. She turned, Cadash’s fingers nudging away just a touch for her to press a kiss to her left palm, where the mark hummed ever so softly. “Shall we continue?”

A near breathless laugh. “Leli, I need to take off my pants first.”

Warmth swarmed her cheeks, and she hid her face from Cadash’s view, resting the woman back to the ground. When she did that, she did her best to hid the blush by the shadows of growing night. But Cadash’s smile never wavered, a little of her confidence returning as she unbuckled her breeches and slid it over her wide hips. Leliana would not lie and say that her eyes did not wander. Maker, she’s wonderful, perfection incarnate.

Leliana did not give her enough time to let snark leave her mouth. Lifting the woman back into her arms, Leliana captured her lips with her own, swallowing a moan which left Cadash’s mouth, before heaving her a little up again, legs falling over Leliana’s slight shoulders.

Cadash was already wet, her need filling Leliana’s senses overwhelming that the scent of wood and stone and scented candles flowed away. It was only Cadash, and Maker did Leliana want to keep herself there. She had forgotten the warmth that came from holding a person close like this, seeing them wait for her, to be pleasured...No, she would take her time.

Kisses scattering the taunt muscles draped over with pale skin turned pink from flush, Leliana left marks here and there, tiny reminders of her love. At other moments, she merely sucked gently, or grazed her lips merely over tiny scars that littered skin.

Fingers tightened in her locks. “Leliana,” whimpered Cadash, “don’t tease me, please.” 

Leliana could not keep the smile from her face. She ignored Cadash’s pleading, much to the dwarf’s displeasure, though she felt the women’s pleasure growing, from the wetness that only seem to flow more. It was hard not to turn her mouth to that.

After a while of some kisses, Leliana nuzzled her mouth closer to the apex between Cadash’s legs. She licked slow, teasing around the small erect nub, before flickering.

Cadash’s thighs tightened about her head, fingers twisting balls of hair into a grip. But Leliana continued, slow and deliberate at some moments, swift and frantic at others. Every so often, Cadash’s thighs were flex against her, muscles shifting as the soft releases of moans and gasping breaths filled the bedchambers. Leliana could stay like first forever, between Cadash and giving her more pleasure and happiness that the world could not give a woman of her position. She wanted to hear those moans until the stars burned out and the sun was swallowed by darkness. She wanted to be with her, forever.

Leliana pressed her further against the wall, lapping growing more swiftly with every moment. There were a few times where Cadash came, and Leliana went slower, softer, to let her ride off the pleasure, before counting her onslaught. She needed to give her more, more pleasure, more love, more everything.

I need too, Maker, please. And give she did; she gave Cadash her heart and everything, and entrusted her with that and so much more. She focused on giving her pleasure, more pleasure than Cadash think she could dare handle, and even more so. More, I will give you so much more, my world and my heart.