"You're a terrible kisser."
Solavellan. Solas x Nyvera Lavellan (424 words)
“You’re a terrible kisser.”
Solas stirred, shifting to glance across at Nyvera, who satbeside him, knees bent, arms resting on top of them. “It is interesting,” he said, a sliver ofamusement lining his voice, “that you are the first to declare it so boldly.”
She snorted, reaching up to comb her fingers through herhair, as if to rid it of knots they both knew were not there. “Well, not yourfault, I suppose. Clearly there’s not a lot of practice going on in theFade.”
“True enough,” Solas agreed, leaning back, tilting his headagainst the stone wall. “Such things are greeted with more… enthusiasm on this side of the Veil.Perhaps I have allowed my wanderings to distract me.”
Nyvera frowned, glancing across at Solas, her gaze sceptical.“What are you up to?” she demanded suddenly.
He did not stir, eyes closed, his breathing calm. “What do you mean?”
“You’re… you know… agreeingwith me.”
A slightly smirk tugged up the corner of Solas’ mouth. “And that displeases you?”
“No,” Nyveraadmitted, her voice still wary. “But it does make me think you’re up to something.”
“Perhaps I intended to request lessons, given your vast expertiseon the matter.”
That caught Nyveraoff-guard and she rounded on Solas, pale gaze searching his disconcertingly serene face for deception or mockery. Solas,almost lazily, cracked open one eye to regard her, then smiled and let it driftshut again. “Unless the prospect displeases you, of course. I wouldn’t want tooffend one of your high station, Inquisitor.”
Back rigid, Nyvera just sat there in a dumb silence for amoment. Then a smirk slowly crept its way onto her face. She shifted, sliding oneleg over Solas’ lap until she was sitting on his outstretched legs, facing him. His eyes remainedclosed, as if he hadn’t even noticed. That just encouraged Nyvera even more.
“You know, falling asleep in class is frownedupon,” she said, reaching out to run her hands up his chest. She snaked them upbehind his neck, lacing her fingers. “I might just fail you and find a newstudent.”
A quiet chuckle rolled from Solas’ chest and he opened hiseyes, blue and piercing, tempered only by the satisfied curve of his lips. “Forgiveme,” he said, his voice low. Soothing. “Ihave not considered myself a student for a very long time.”
Nyvera tilted her head, then shifted, moving in closer,holding his gaze. You’re mine, shesaid with her eyes. We’ll see, his said back, unwavering. The unspoken challenge lit a fire inside her, and shelet out a hum of approval, leaning in.
“Better start studying, then,”she whispered against his lips, just barely brushing them with her own as she spoke, “because I’m a hard marker.”
