The Mountains Hold Up the Moon
Another prompt from this list.
Prompt: B picks up A, who wraps their legs around B's body when they kiss
Ship: Amayian/Leliana, Inquisitor/Leliana
Moonlight streamed silver through the high-arched window, passed the colored glass planes, and mangled with the amber glow of the candles burning on golden candlesticks, polished to a gleam. Gold-banded white marble colonnades strolled down both ends of the hall, delving deeper into the palace.
It was one of these Leliana was pressed against, a sly smile growing on her lips. “Is something the matter, Inquisitor?”
Shadows played about the hard, chiseled features of Amayian’s face, deeply tanned olive skin glimmered with an under-glow of orange from the candles, and his mane of thick wavy curls had a sheen of silver and gold rippling down the locks. Faint enough, she could see the splatter of freckles across the bridge of his nose, on his cheeks, and across his forehead, peppering at the edges of the scars that slashed across his face like fissures in the earth. Her fingers itched to trace them, to follow the random placement of his freckles, and lay kisses after each one.
Even she wanted to, she could not reach him. Inquisitor Amayian Trevelyan stood taller than all men she knew, and all the Qunari she had met. He had more than simply grown in the decade after the Blight, when she had first met him; then, he had barely been taller than her. Now...now she barely could get passed his chest, and that was including the small boost her sabatons and the boots she now wore gave. Admittedly, she was a wild tangle of emotions when they met once more, and they still did not untangle, even now.
Leliana chewed at her bottom lip, fought the rising blush that started at her chest and rose to the tips of her ears. No, the twined branches of emotions never did get untangled after these couple of months. They seemed to only grown more twisted together in bundles of knots. Every tug on made it tighter. The blush made it harder for her to feign the smirk on her lips, to shroud the jumbled mess behind snark and slyness. His stare felt as if he was examining her, body and mind and soul. If Inquisitor Trevelyan wanted to find your secrets, he would find them, Leliana learned. No mask or armor could batter that down. He still hasn’t changed from that boy who wanted to help everyone, simply because he should. He was also the same boy who never understood why he was given rewards for helping, either, be them thanks or coin.
For all the icy armor Amayian rose about him, Leliana was pleased to see the growing of scarlet on his tanned cheeks. He scrubbed a hand through his thick locks, rubbed at the back of his neck in that endearing matter that meant he was a little more than just simply flustered. “You...I might had been misunderstanding something,” he whispered, seemingly only to himself.
Leliana’s heart went out to him, fluttering gently, and her hand reached out for his, clasping their fingers together, and drew it them to her lips. Each finger tip she laid a kiss upon, murmuring words of endearment in Orlesian. Her eyes fixated on his face, before closing shut to focus more energy toward his hand. She turned his palm, kissed the scars laced there, and smiled against the callous-rough skin. “I’m sorry if I offended. You blush so prettily, I cannot help myself.”
She watched as the conflicted stirred as a storm - worries that he was going to far, no doubt. He always assumed he did something wrong, rather than anything Leliana herself did. She laid another kiss to a scar.
“You do not have to apologize,” he said, in those even, steely tones, though she heard a small hint of eagerness there as well. “You did nothing wrong.”
Smiling, ginger shy and a touch sly, she drew herself closer to him and rested his knuckles beneath her chin. “Allow me to make it up to you?”
He titled his head, akin to a bewildered bird. “Make it up to me? Why? How?”
“Because I wanted to,” Leliana replied simply, her smile growing somehow fonder at his curious, mumbling tone. Deep and smooth his voice was, there was something softer in his voice when he asked. “Hm. Perhaps a kiss?”
Amayian stared at her for a little while longer, drawing his lip to softly nibble in pondering. Then, he nodded. “Yes,” he said, his blush only growing, “I would like that very much.”
His hands pulled away from her; and without warning, they found her waist and hiked her up with ease, as if Leliana weighed nothing to the man. It was possible that she did not.
Her legs clasped around his waist, her arms twining around his neck, and her cheeks flared with heat as if the sun had suddenly started to beat down upon her. Her stomach twisted, fell into tumbles, and her heart raced as if she had sprinted across a wide field. Amayian’s hands rested beneath her thighs, seemingly no strain etched on his features or grew in his eyes. No sign that holding her up was cumbersome for him.
Her hands rolling over his broad shoulders, resting on his wide chest, Leliana thought, With those arms of his, I can see why I would weigh nothing. Even beneath the soft fabric of his suit, she could feel the hard muscle beneath, as if she was touching stone rather than skin. A flicker of warmth bounced in her stomach, striding down between her thighs, and she tried to think nothing of it.
“May...may I kiss you?” Amayian asked, his voice soft and low in her ears.
Leliana drew his head close by a hand to the back of his neck, stroking the edges of where his hairline began, resting their foreheads together. “Of course, you softie.” A giggle erupted from her, mingling with the fondness.
Amayian gave her a kindly smile. Small as it were, to Leliana it seemed to reach his eyes, if the glimmering flame within the frost was anything to say by it. Her heart beat strongly at that.
His lips were upon her, soft and hesitant and searching. Full and soft, the scars cut there mixed in with a touch of roughness that Leliana found quite pleasant.
She felt her back press deeper against the column as Amayian kissed her. They seemed to dance as one, tilting their head this way and that, following an invisible beat, a song, that twined them together. Amayian was slightly clumsy, and Leliana could not help but find it endearing, but he soon found his rhythm with hers. She could feel his thumb gently brushing over her cheekbone, cupping her cheek in his hand, and she could not help but sigh against him at that.
When they pulled away, they were both breathless. But Amayian did not wait a moment longer for them to gather their breath once more and eagerly sought her lips again. Leliana moaned against his, her fingers twining with those soft locks she adored played with, stroking his chest and tracing the hard rigid of his cheekbone.
Time melted away. There was only them in the empty hallway, with the moonlight streaming through those high-arched stained glass windows and the flickering flames upon candlesticks, and just their heartbeats mending as one. And Leliana had not felt so safe in such a long time in Amayian’s arms.
