“Stop working, Solas.”
a.k.a. Malina doesn’t believe in working overtime unnecessarily and wants some de-stress time with the egg.
“Give me a minute, vhenan.”
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“Tsk. All right.”
Her smug little laugh tugs at his heart. And lips. This woman. His nose is filled with the soft perfume of her hair and the lingering fragrance of her lotions, honey, flowers and cinnamon. Unable to resist, he turns around in time to watch her walking away, so confident he will follow.
He sighs through his nose. She’s right, of course. The map is left forgotten, a book shifted over to weigh the delicate map down. Solas follows after her.
“You know, you’re not going to be as productive now as you would be on a full night’s rest,” Malina says, looking up at her very tall lover as his hand comes to rest at the small of her back. Playfully, she steps in closer to him, making his fingers curl around her waist instead. “Aren’t you eager to visit the Fade?”
Solas scoffs, shaking his head. “I doubt you would let me do that to-” he trails off in surprise, feeling her sudden hold on his hip. “-night.”
“Any clever insights onto what I have planned specifically?” She looked up at him, almost at the door to her quarters, and didn’t let him answer. His eyes spoke enough, as did that small, hungry curl of his lips. She wants to laugh at that face. “Don’t be silly. You’re not getting anything fun until you’re properly rested. Come, clean up and we’ll see if we can’t undo the stiffness in your shoulders.”