Merry Christmas everyone! Christmas requests are now OPEN until December 24 - make sure you send me your request before then! Please scroll down and read the post below for more info.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Christmas Requests 2017


Christmas Requests 2017

Open from December 13 to December 24

Wow hi everyone!  I bet you all thought I forgot about you!  So sorry I’m late with opening my Christmas requests – I’ve been crazy busy and I haven’t been able to even think about my blog for months.  Because I’m so late, I’m leaving requests open until Christmas Eve this year.  Feel free to shoot me an email with any requests you’d like me to consider.  Please don’t be shy in emailing me – I love to hear from everyone even if I don’t always have time to answer each one as personably as I’d like to.  That said, I have no idea if I’ll be able to write as many requests as I’ve done in the past.  My schedule is insane but I will definitely try my best to get as many written as I can, so keep them coming!

Please read through the post to make sure you know how I do things, and as always, feel free to leave questions down in the comment section.

Guidelines:
1. Requests should be sent to my email address: xstrangelyxovercastx@hotmail.com. Please don’t post any requests in the comment section.  I keep all requesters anonymous and I swear I won’t stalk you through your email at any point in the future lol 
2. Please only request characters from my Accepted Fandoms list, which you can find over on my Contact Me page at the top of the blog.
3. Please provide a prompt or plot idea with your request.  I have a list of prompts below if you’re unsure about the process.  If you have any original ideas, don’t hesitate to let me know.  I swear I won’t judge any of your kinks ;)  I mean, considering that I have a blog dedicated to smut, I really couldn’t judge anyway so.
Anyway – prompts help inspire me.  If you leave that section blank, I’ll probably be so uninspired by your request that I won’t give it a second glance.  Just so you know.
4. I only write in 2nd or 3rd POV.  If you have a preference, let me know.  If not, you can leave it blank on the request sheet.
5. Baby Daddy requests are fine, just keep in mind that I typically only write them if I’m really in the mood to.  I recommend putting in an additional request if you want to submit a Baby Daddy request.
6. Multiple requests are welcome and might even give you better chances of me writing one of them.  :)

Request Sheet (Please email this to me with your chosen prompt or original plot idea)
 Character You Want:
Type of Request: (Lemon or Baby Daddy)
OC Info: (Or Reader-Insert)
Prompt:
Point of View: (2nd or 3rd)
Any Additional Info:

** You can be as long or as short as you want filling these out.  I don’t mind reading longer emails!

Prompts:
 Santa’s little helper
Dance with me
Mistletoe kisses
Reindeer games
Wake up from a smutty dream
Don’t move a muscle
Lessons in obedience
Keep your clothes on
Kinky roleplay
Strip poker
Snow and sky
I’ll warm you up, my dear
A toast to the New Year
The lady doth protest too much
I’ll buy you the flower shop
Sorry, I’m a little busy saving the world right now
Sparring lessons
I’m a little rusty…
New Year’s Party
I’ll show you modern dancing…
Bondage and blindfolds
Unwrap me
Annual Christmas party
Snow kisses
Standing under mistletoe
Hot bath after a long day
Relaxing massage
Wrapped up in fur
All I want for Christmas
It must be the eggnog
Christmas costume party
Practically angelic
Christmas lingerie
Frosted
Amber whiskey
Hot tub
Christmas shopping
The whipped cream is for the dessert
Snowed in


Hope to hear from you all soon!  Requests close on December 24 at midnight.  Please let me know if you have any questions!

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, etc. etc. etc. xoxo

-                                   --    Strangely Overcast


Wednesday, June 7, 2017

A Josephine Montilyet Lemon -- Refuge

Character: Josephine Montilyet

OC: Devon Trevelyan, Male!Inquisitor, reckless and never serious

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Inspiration: I'm sorry for the long wait on these lemons, guys!  Life suddenly got insanely busy for me.  I'm getting through them as fast as I can so bear with me a little longer!  I will be doing 400 follower requests this summer, but I definitely need to get some things in order first.  I'll put up an update regarding that when it gets closer.
Anyway - I was watching YouTube DA romance scenes and after seeing the duel scene for Josie, I was like yes, I’m doing this.  It’s not girl/girl because I liked the idea of using a male Inquisitor and getting into his head a bit ;D  It’s a bit different from my usual style but I hope you all enjoy!


He hadn’t meant to tell her that he loved her.  Love was such a serious word and Devon Trevelyan was not a serious man.  Despite his noble breeding, he took diplomacy with a grain of salt and preferred a more reckless lifestyle.  That recklessness was what got him into that duel in the first place.  It was what made him all but shout his love for the woman in question too – above the squalor of excitable Orlesians and the annoyed muttering of Josephine’s betrothed.  He hadn’t meant to say it, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t real.  Besides, it was so worth it.
Before that moment, their relationship had been firm but gentle.  Diplomatic almost.  Josephine was a stranger to love.  Devon wasn’t exactly experienced in such matters either (he doubted any nobles were), so he had carefully maneuvered them through the deep waters of their fatal attraction.  Chaste kisses had slowly morphed to quiet, worshipful lovemaking.  Cuddling, soft touches, holding hands.  Then laughing kisses pressed into small alcoves, meandering touches and slow teasing.  Devon wasn’t normally a patient man, but for Josephine, he would go at whatever pace she needed.  But this…
“Andraste’s balls, Josie – this is hardly the place,” he murmured, trying to sound less breathless than he did.  He failed.  His voice was a gasp of sound that had everything to do with the way she was tearing open his doublet and grinding up against his hips.  The duel had barely ended before Josie had hauled him off to the first empty space she could find.  They were still in Val Royeaux and despite their hidden alcove, they were still very much in public.  It was…it was sexy as fuck.  He had never seen her this eager and it was making him crazy.
He could complain all he liked, but Devon couldn’t stop touching her regardless.  Their mouths moved frantically, tongues dipping against tongues as he gripped his fingers into her elaborate hairstyle and jerked her head back.  She was gasping and coiling against him, her fingers dancing over his chest.  His shirt was open and he desperately wanted their compromising situation to get even more scandalous because he had never seen her turn into such a wildcat.
“Mmm…I disagree, Inquisitor,” she purred, nipping at his bottom lip and making him moan.  She lowered a hand to his trousers and cupped him through the fabric, rubbing wicked fingertips over the hard bulge that had formed since she had dragged him into the dark crevice.  She smirked and began kissing his neck, as her fingers kept up their sinful touches.  “I think this is the perfect place.”
He clenched her against him, rolling his hips into her hand with desperate passion.  He couldn’t help it – whenever she played the ‘Inquisitor’ card, he turned into a helpless mess.  Even before their relationship had truly taken off, it had made him crazy.  There was just something about the way she twisted the word on her Antivan tongue.  The lilted, subtle teasing, as if she knew exactly the effect it had on him.  She probably did, even back then.  Josephine had a remarkable talent of seeing through people’s barriers.
“I didn’t know you were this…” he trailed off, trying and failing to find the right word.  He could scarcely think with her hand working over his shaft.  His veins were fire, burning beneath his skin in the best way possible, and he could barely think at all but for arousing thoughts.  Such as pushing her against the wall and thoroughly returning the favor.
She giggled and suggested, “Morally questionable?  Impatient?  In love with you?”
Ah, there were those words again, murmured so sweetly from her lips that Devon’s wayward thoughts took a sharp, heady turn.  At once he wanted to make love to her.  He wanted the privacy of his chambers and her in his bed, surrounded by his scent, covered with his kisses.  For a reckless and sometimes thoughtless man who had never given much stock in love, it was a rather consuming wish.
He chuckled deeply and cupped her face, drawing her head up and catching her eyes with his.  She slowed her touches to look at him curiously, and he murmured, “Say it again.” 
Say it a million times.  Two million times.  Josephine smiled.
“I love you,” she whispered, and kissed him.  It felt raw.  Unquestionably beautiful.  Desire roiled through him and even though they were far from Skyhold and that big bed of his, Devon suddenly didn’t care.  He rolled her around, pressing her against the wall instead, and began the tedious task of maneuvering her out of her finery.  It took longer than he would’ve liked, considering the fact that at any moment, their private little alcove might not be quite so private after all.
He tore away the delicate breast band and cupped her, rolling her nipples over his palms with abandon and kissing her deeply.  Josphine gasped and arched into him, curling one leg around his as she pushed her hips against the hardness tenting up his trousers.  Even if this wasn’t the most ideal place, there would be no leaving anytime soon.  He’d make sure of that. 
With one distracted glance over his shoulder, Devon pushed Josephine further into the dark shadows of the alcove.  She had picked a decent place, actually.  He was confused, before, as to why she was dragging him to the upper levels of the city until she had made her agenda known in the best of ways.  Here, it was far less busy, and much more private.
He hiked her skirts up with a roguish grin and chuckled when she let out a surprised gasp and instinctively reached out to grasp his wrists.  Propriety, as always, spurred at her mind.  She had to remind herself that even though this was Val Royeaux and they’d get into a behemoth of trouble if they were discovered, it would be extremely worthwhile in the end.  She pressed back a giggle and slowly released him, hiking her skirts up to her waist by herself.
The drape of the fabric had never felt so heavy before.  She’d do anything to get out of it, but unfortunately that would have to wait.  For now, she’d have to content herself with at least being able to connect their hips much more adequately. 
He could feel the ache of his arousal press against his trousers, and from the looks of it, she could too.  For a moment they merely stayed as they were, hip to hip, fiercely shifting against each other as their lips tumbled together.  He opened his mouth to her, tongue darting out to rub at her own.  His actions caused the most delicious moan to spill from her throat, and Devon let out a pleased sound when Josephine’s fingers grasped at his belt with sudden impatience.
This was most certainly not the place for soft, draw out lovemaking.  They were practically in public, regardless of their slightly more private spot.  Diplomatic as ever, Josephine knew that they didn’t have much time – but she’d be damned if she let this opportunity go without properly taking hold of it.  Or, in this instance, him. 
His trousers undone, Josephine edged her hand into the fabric to grasp him.  He was hot and hard against her and her blood burned at the feel of his desire for her.  Her head fell back and his hungry lips descended upon her neck, hips jerking into her hand with an almost desperate need that clung to him and drove him forward.  He couldn’t possibly help it – the simplest touch would send him to his knees right about now, and it was only his own unfailing willpower that kept him upright.
When she gently squeezed him, said willpower very nearly crumbled.  Especially when she pulled him entirely from his trousers and began to pump his cock against her palm.
“Andraste – “ he began, only barely biting down his curse when he felt her thumb brush over his tip.  She had shown herself to be quite knowledgeable in these sorts of matters before, but their precarious position in this large city lent a dangerous quality to their actions that made everything seem so much better.
He should have told her he loved her ages ago.
“Shhh,” Josephine whispered into his ear, her mouth set in a wicked smirk that had his heart pounding.  “We mustn’t get caught,” she murmured, looping one leg around his and pulling him closer.  He vaguely thought that her words rather contradicted her actions.  She was pushing him to the edge without even trying.
Devon groaned and fumbled to remove the obstacle of her clothing.  His fingers hooked into her stockings and he tugged them down, barely managing not to rip them in his haste.  Someone would surely notice such a display and he did not want any distasteful rumors to make their way back to Skyhold. 
Wrangling the fabric away as gently as he could took more willpower than Devon wanted to admit, but once they were down around her ankles, Devon decided it was worth it.  Kneeling before her, he sent her a wolfish grin and flipped up her skirts, pressing a kiss to her bare thigh before trailing up.  Josephine let out a garbled moan, half surprised, half eager, when he began sucking at her cunt.
“Devon!” she moaned, hooking her leg around his shoulder and heaving against the wall.  The dress she wore today had skirts long enough to hide him almost entirely, but for the sheer mass of his body beneath them.  His tongue darted out to lick at her, dragging across her cunt before his lips suckled at her.  He took her into his mouth and every pass of his tongue had Josephine squirming above him, as if she was seconds away from her end.
That wouldn’t do, not at all.  He thoroughly intended to drag this out as long as possible in the short time frame they had, but perhaps he would save the best of it for when they returned to Skyhold.  For now…
Devon was back on his feet in seconds, smirking vividly at Josephine’s flushed face as he crowded against her, throwing her skirts back up around her waist.  She barely had time to prepare herself before he sliding his hands to her rear and lifting her up.  Their hips, this time bare, pressed against each other completely, and Devon couldn’t suppress the shiver that took a hold of him at the feeling of her heat against his cock.
He tilted her chin up and kissed her – wildly, uncontrollably – before lining himself up and pushing himself into her.
The sound she made then, all ragged and willful, had him sinking into her with a groan.  She felt amazing around him.  Her heat was an inferno, and the pressure on his cock was heavenly.  She must have felt similarly, because a raw expression had taken hold of her face that it looked extremely good, twisting up the contours of her mouth and making her eyes shine.
“I love you,” Devon whispered, pressing his forehead against hers as he gave her a little time to grow accustomed to his presence within her.  He could feel her muscles spasming around his cock and it felt amazing – so good that he had to force himself not to move.  He wanted to feel more of her, to let her desire clash and merge with his – and so when she shifted her hips impatiently against his and a flash of pleasure skittered through him, Devon didn’t hold back.
“Mmm – love you,” he whispered again, this time into her hair.  Josephine pressed her face into his neck and moaned, wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders as he began thrusting quickly.  He certainly wasn’t wasting any time, but his haste only made her desire skyrocket.  She felt as though she might come any second now, which felt natural even as it surprised her.
She twisted her fingers into the back of his tunic and moaned, “I love you too.”  Her voice cracked on the last word, as if even speaking was difficult for her at this moment.  It only served to make Devon that much crazier, both to hear the words on her tongue and to listen to her passionate voice in his ear.
His hips pinned her to the wall, hands cushioning every movement as they gripped her arse.  He squeezed the globes of her flesh as he pushed himself into her, breathing heavily as his desire spiraled up into the most beautiful crescendo.
He didn’t know how long they were there, pressed into the alcove as the world outside passed them by, but he did know one thing: this little moment in Val Royeaux would hopefully be one they visited again.
(From the look in Josephine’s eye as they made their journey home later that day, feeling more than satisfied, he had a feeling she was of the same mind.)

~~~

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

A Cole Lemon -- Wild Dreamer, Think of Me

Character: Cole

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

OC: Rhynis Lavellan

Inspiration: So this isn’t my usual lemon, but Cole isn’t your usual character either so I thought it worked.  I am still planning a Dragon Age request session for the spring sometime.  It’s still up in the air cause I’m waiting to see what my spring schedule will be like but I’ll keep you all updated!


The night seems especially dark and contemplative, even more so when Rhynis grudgingly sits up in bed and scrubs at her face with both hands.  Her nightmares come and go, these days.  Most of them she can brush aside and ignore, but some are more potent than that, and linger far into the recesses of her mind even after waking.
She shuffles one hand over to the other side of the bed.  She doesn’t expect to find a body there and is therefore unsurprised when her hand meets colds sheets instead of warm skin.  Cole has become her companion in many ways, but nighttime is his domain.  He might be more human now than ever before, but he still uses the darker, moonlit hours to help as many people as he can.  It’s an endearing trait, as well as a frustrating one, though she can’t find it in her to complain.  She knows it makes him happy, helping other people, and Maker knows how much help he’s already given her.
She cannot always count on him to smooth away her nightmares.  She has to be strong by herself sometimes.
But still, she selfishly longs for him.
With a ragged sigh, Rhynis tips her head forward into her hands and bends over her knees, breathing deeply as she attempts to wash away the vivid images of her most recent nightmare.  It’s not a new one – she’s had it before, several times.  But the images of death and decay always haunt her more than she expects them to, and she struggles to remind herself that they are only images, not realities, and that she and everyone she loves is safe.
It’s harder than it should be, convincing herself of these truths, because she knows that the war could turn at any moment.  Corypheus is still at large.  His Red Templars still roam the wilds.  Safety is a relative term better used in the moment.
“But you are safe now, in this moment,” a voice suddenly murmurs from behind, and Rhynis tenses with surprise.  The sudden presence in her room should not shock her anymore, but Cole’s penchant for appearing when she most needs him is always baffling.
The mattress dips, and a pair of hands reach out to caress her shoulders.  She inhales deeply as the touch massages away her stiffness, as the soft endearing presence gently soothes her troubled soul.
“I know that,” she whispers into her hands.  His fingers trail down her bent spine, catching every knob of it over her chemise nightshirt.  Muscled thighs edge forward to surround her hips, and his arms curl around her waist as he folds his body against hers.  She can feel the hard press of his cheekbone against her shoulder, the subtle shift of his chest as he breathes, and comfort rattles through her.
“How did you know?” Rhynis wonders quietly, voice muffled against her palms.
She’s obviously referring to his otherworldly knowledge of her distress.  Perhaps he is just more tuned into her than anyone else, because he is always at her side when she needs him most.  It’s baffling and beautiful.
Cole chuckles throatily and murmurs, “So many voices, but yours is the loudest.  Your hurts need more healing than the rest.”  He kisses the back of her neck, as if to show her that he is ready for said healing to commence.  This time, she chuckles and feels her cheeks grow warm. 
His usual brand of healing is innocent and na├»ve, almost.  But lately it has grown bolder, and his touches have turned wilder than before.  She is not sure why, or what drives him, but she cannot deny that she enjoys the subtle kisses he trails over her neck and shoulder. 
She does not know when it happened, but her heart has begun to beat for him.  It has happened somewhere in the in-between of their lives, the peaceful moments spent at home -
(When she had come to think of this fortress as her home she does not know either.  The stones are not trees, the nature is not as wild as she is used to, but the claustrophobia that she thinks she should feel as an elf living in these pillared walls is not there.  There is only the gentle lull of comfort and the subtle shift of peace.)
But it has happened not at home too.  During the blistering squalor of battle when Cole appears out of the shadows to watch her back, the bright clang of metal as he parries a blow meant for her neck.  And around the campfire later on when he threads his fingers through her hair and soothes away her hurts, the soft lilt of his voice burning like the embers of their fireside moment.  Is it those in-between seconds that blur her into this stupor?  Has she somehow fallen for him in this haze of memory she cannot grasp?
“Your thoughts are loud,” Cole suddenly murmurs against the skin of her shoulder, and she blushes brightly as she tries to tamper down on her wayward mind.  He is still coiled around her, his arms tight at her abdomen, his thighs still a cage around her hips.  He rests his body against her back as she leans forward, and her heart thumps loudly between her ribs.
She thinks of daffodils and rain and the twisting limbs of the trees she had climbed as a child.  She tries not to think of him.
(But it is hard, so hard, when she can feel his hot breath sending shivers through her body, his taut muscles pressing fully against her.)
“Don’t stop,” he whispers, nuzzling at her neck with a soft sigh.  “I like it when you think of me.  It makes me feel warm.  Sometimes I feel so warm I think I am melting – it’s strange.  Do you feel that way?”
Rhynis pauses, her body tensing for a short moment.  Cole feels the stiff clench of her form and draws back to continue his gentle massage on her shoulders.  His fingers are works of art, she thinks as she closes her eyes and relaxes beneath his touch.  Never mind that she knows she shouldn’t – it’s dangerous, wanting him the way she does.  He does not understand the heat he claims to feel.  Not in the same way she understands it.  Perhaps not even in the same way she feels it.
Dangerous, and yet so beautiful.  Like black diamonds glittering from a starlit sky, forever out of reach.  She is lost to them.
“I – “ she halts, swallows, and tries again.  “Yes.  I feel that way.” 
She has long since realized that honesty is the better path when dealing with him.  He is like a bloodhound sniffing out secrets.  He knows the moment she verges from truth.  And she cannot lie about this.  She cannot.
Cole smiles.  “I’m glad.  Sometimes my heart hurts when I think of you – but it is a good hurt, I think.  Does that make sense?  Solas told me that sometimes pain is good, but I don’t always understand.”
Rhynis opens her eyes to stare at her fingers and bites her lip.  “…He’s right.  It’s…human, to feel that way sometimes.”  She wants to go on, to ask him why exactly his heart hurts.  To see if it matches the way hers does, when he is near her and her soul clenches with happiness.  Or – if it is a darker hurt, one that is only disguised as joy.  She has felt both.
Cole hums thoughtfully and sighs, a puff of hot breath against her neck.  Shivers roil through her without permission.  She feels completely warm in his arms, and completely safe.  There is something odd about it, she thinks.  He is danger wrapped up in the strangest, purest light.  And yet he holds her as if he is only delicate glass and she is his match in all ways.
It is also heated, verging with fire, blistering through her in ways she cannot, will not, mention.  She feels guilty for enjoying the way his body clings to hers – the intimacy of his hold feels like a lover’s, not a friend’s – and yet she cannot unravel herself from him.  As always, her selfishness denies her.
A beat of silence threads over them, and then his voice is at her ear and he’s suddenly murmuring, “Would you let me try something?”
Curious, Rhynis turns her head to look at him.  She doesn’t expect him to be centimeters away – or perhaps she does, and her body betrays her yet again, as it always does whenever he is concerned.  Whichever, her heart thuds at his proximity and her cheeks color faintly.  She is at once relieved that her room is darkened, and that the dull light of the embers in the hearth only reaches so far.
“Try what?” she asks.  Her voice is a shard.  It shakes.
Cole stares at her.  His eyes look huge in the barely-there light.  Shadows pull at them and make the rest of him into a shadow too.  When his eyes lower to her mouth, her throat runs dry.
Surely not.  She is imagining it – the flicker of interest that tears through his gaze is fabricated from her own desire.  It is the shadows making her see things that aren’t there.  Surely.
And yet…
“I would like to…see what it feels to…to…” he trails off as if he is embarrassed and ducks his head to the side.  His profile is as beautiful as the rest of him.
Rhynis is almost ashamed of her own intricacies.  Cole is new at this.  Humanity is different from spirituality.  He grapples with the complications of his new role.  She sees it every moment.  She must tread carefully with him these days, to make sure he is comfortable of his newfound relationship with himself.
With a soft smile she hopes is convincingly therapeutic, Rhynis turns her body to his.  His arms are still clenched around her form, and when she moves, she finds that she is far closer to him than she’s ever been before.  It makes her feel like the wind – the rattling blustering wind that shakes leaves from their branches and disturbs the forests with its touch.  An outburst of insistence.
Her body insists she moves closer.
Reaching up to cup his cheek, she wonders quietly, “You can tell me, Cole.  Don’t be embarrassed.  What would you like to try?”
His sharp cheekbones cut against her fingertips fiercely.  She would like to kiss them, to trace the jutting edges with her lips, to press her mouth against the hollows of them.  He turns to catch her eye and her breath catches at the dark lowlight of his gaze.  There is something strange about it – something hungry, almost.  Possessive.
“You’re thinking about kisses,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering over her features.  His eyes turn blank for a flickering moment and he whispers, “Windswept kisses – what would it be like to kiss him?  Joy pressed to the corners of his mouth – I would like to try that.  A kiss.”
As always when he verges off into one of his thought compressed tangents, Rhynis stares in confusion at his meaning.  Surely he is not asking what she thinks he is.  This is a dream – one of those dreams that seem terrible merely because it is so good, too good to be true, and when you wake you do so in tears, for the desire you feel is so strong that it sends you to grief.
“…What?” she asks, a bare whisper of sound that pushes passed her lips like falling water.  She feels at once weighted down.
Cole blinks at her, then lowers his eyes as if he is nervous, and hesitantly explains, “Solas told me that it is something you do with someone very close to you.  I – I have never wanted to try before.  But since I’ve become human, I feel strange when I’m around you and my heart is like a bird – that sounds silly, doesn’t it?  I’m not sure how I should explain – “
“You don’t need to say anything more,” Rhynis cuts in, eyes sinking shut as she unravels the meaning of his words.  No, he needn’t go on.  She understands him perfectly.  She knows precisely what he’s feeling.
With only a slight pause, Rhynis shifts her fingers over his face so that they tangle into his hair.  She turns her chin towards him and feels him shudder. 
“…Cole,” she begins slowly, catching his gaze with her own.  It would be a blatant lie to say she does not want to kiss him, but she will not do so wantonly.  So she battles down her desire and takes a soft breath.  “Solas was right.  Kissing is…it’s an intimate gesture.  It’s not something you do for no reason.”
She’s not sure how to explain the emotion behind it.  Her mind flashes with half-thought words, phrases she might use to tell him what a kiss really is and what is means.  As she struggles, Cole watches her face closely, and she doesn’t realize till moments later that he’s drinking in her thoughts and every wayward image.
“…I would like to try,” he repeats, tilting his head.  Rhynis closes her eyes in exasperation and drops her hand, which he catches and draws into his lap, curving his fingers around hers like entwined branches.
Before she can attempt to dissuade him (for she means to, despite the insistence of her own heart which bolts forward and tries to push the rest of her there, too), Cole says, “I have thought about it.  And…I have heard the way you think of me sometimes, when you think I can’t hear.  I like it.  It makes me warm.  I’ve never felt so warm…it’s like my body is overheating…”
He trails off because he can see the bright red blush that is scattering over her cheeks.  Rhynis swallows tightly and rubs her forehead.
Of course he’s heard her.  This shouldn’t come as a surprise to her.  Cole doesn’t always hear things as brightly anymore.  Since becoming more human than spirit, he has lost much of his ability to see into the mind’s eye and unravel things beneath the surface.  But clearly he still has some of that power left.  She has grown careless with her desires.
She thinks of him all the time.  She cannot help it – the images come unbidden; little sparks of daydreams that linger on the fringes of her mind.  The tendrils of them curve through her in slashes of want and it is difficult to turn her thoughts elsewhere.  She thinks of him more than she should.
When they are on the road and the rays of the dawning sun hit him just right, his white-blond hair bursts into efflorescent gold too breathless to look upon.  In the evenings, the way he tends to her wounds and all her hurts with tender fingers and eyes that seem to know her inside and out, makes her long for him in ways she should not.  And at home, in this fortress, on nights such as these, when he comes to her rooms and holds her like this, whispers to her like this, seems more a dream than any brush of reality.
She is so lost to her nervous desire that she doesn’t notice the way Cole softly smiles and turns her chin to face his.  The world seems numb and blurred, until his face comes into view.  There is something reverential in his eyes as he looks upon her that makes her breath catch.
“Solas says I have a crush,” he whispers to her, and she belatedly realizes that his lips are mere centimeters apart, and she can feel the puff of his breath against her mouth.  Then the rest of his words follow.
“…Spirits can’t have crushes,” she mumbles.  She does not know how many times she has repeated those very same words, tried to pound them into her brain every time her heart would stir at the sight of him.  That he could never feel the same should have halted her growing affection.  It hadn’t.  Her foolish heart had only kept falling.
Cole’s mouth twitches into a wider smile.  The fingers he keeps at her chin wander up her cheek, tracing the edge of her cheekbone and up her temple.  Her eyelids flutter in contentment.
“Humans can,” he breathes.  He watches her expression lose the sleepy peace that his touch brings, and morph into surprise.
“But you…you are not yet – not fully – “
“It’s been three months,” he tells her.  His thumb wavers over her lips for a moment before he drags it against her lightly, touching her bottom lip and looking at her with those dark eyes.  Then he says again (how many times is it now?), “I would like to try.”
He edges forward, eyes locked on hers, and waits to see if she will draw away from him.  She thinks that she should, but…
She doesn’t.
His lips converge on hers so swiftly that she almost cannot keep up with him.  A small gasping sound leaves her throat as his mouth covers hers with a force that sends her rocking backwards.  His hand clasps around the back of her head at the last moment and drags her forward again just as he tilts his head and slides his mouth more deeply against her own.
Rhynis’s first reaction is to become a statue.  Her second is to melt.
With a sigh that is full of relief and Mythal knows what else, Rhynis sinks into him.  Her arms fly forward, looping around his neck and kissing him back with exuberance.  Even as she moves though, her mind is at war.
She shouldn’t allow this.  He does not know what he is doing.  He is still too new to this world of human emotions, of primal desire, of (dare she think it) love.
But she should allow it.  She has waited for this, yearned for it.  And he is not kissing her in the shy way she expects.  His lips move with stark want, as if he has waited too.
She shouldn’t though – Solas would berate her for allowing it.  He would remind her that Cole is still very much a spirit in thought and action.  He doesn’t understand.
But – he does – and that is why she should allow it, because he is holding her like she is all he’s ever wanted, and kissing her with more passion than any man she’s ever been with.
With a sudden chuckle, Cole whispers against her lips, “You’re thinking too much.”
Rhynis laughs a little and agrees, “Yes, I am.  Is it distracting you?”
Cole sighs out, mouth brushing hers, and breathes, “No.  I like listening to you.  You’re thoughts are so warm…they make me happy…”
He leans into her with a smile and this time, Rhynis leads the kiss.  She presses her mouth to his with a slower reverence, shifting gentle desire through him as her hands reach up for his face.  She cups his jaw lightly, tilts his head to the side, and shuffles forward to be closer to him.  His hands linger at her waist; he pulls her into him with a strength that leaves her fairly breathless.
She is beginning to want more, and that is a dangerous thought indeed.
“I want more too,” Cole gasps, moaning a little when he feels her lips trail from his and dart down his neck.  The nips she leaves on his skin send fire bolting through him – so much fire that he is left to burn in the wake of it.  But, unknown to Rhynis, he has felt this fire before.
Since becoming human, he has felt a great many things that he has never experienced as a spirit.  Emotions are the strongest – they melt him, break him, bolster him – but there is one other that he has become familiar with over the last few months.
Sometimes when he thinks of her, his body reacts in strange ways.  He has seen such things before as a spirit, but never understood them.  In some ways he still doesn’t.  Solas had explained briefly, awkwardly, when he had gone to him for an explanation.  His wise friend had told him that it’s normal, not something to be afraid of.  He told him how the fire brings physical changes to the body, and how to get rid of it. 
He has done so several times.  It brought pleasure that he has never known before, but for some reason the fire feels hotter now.  It licks at his skin like a burning inferno – wild and raw.  He feels his body reacting to it already, feels his blood rushing through him, his heart beating like a hummingbird.  He has never felt it so strongly.
Rhynis is not aware that he has ever felt it, and when she hears his words, she pulls back with a quiet force that uses up more of her willpower than she cares to admit.
“We should stop.  I don’t think you’re ready for – “ she’s in the middle of shuffling herself back when her hip brushes against something hard, and her words halt in her throat, her thoughts fluttering away like ashes in a windstorm.
She might have thought she felt something else (a hard edge of his armor, perhaps), had Cole’s expression not melted the way it does.  He lets out a small hissing sound that fluctuates between a sigh and a moan, and his face falters into an expression of aroused desire.  She stares in shock, feeling a burst of telltale arousal take hold of her the moment she sees traces of his.
“Cole – you – are you…?” she doesn’t know what she wants to say, how she wants to say it.  She is so unprepared for this night that she’s starting to wonder if she’s about to wake up from a dream, only to discover that none of this is real.
Cole’s cheeks burn red.  She can barely see the blush amidst the darkness of the room, but she does see the nervous way his eyes crinkle at the corners.  He swallows and looks away.
“I’m sorry,” he haltingly says, edging back.  “I…Solas told me it was normal.  Is it not?  I’m sorry – “
Rhynis darts forward with wild eyes.  She clamps her hands down on his shoulders and says in a serious voice, “Its normal, Cole.  You’re normal.  Stop worrying so much.  It was just unexpected, that’s all.  I hadn’t thought that you’d…well, that you’d feel arousal.”
Or that she would, in such a short amount of time.  She releases a breath.
Cole goes silent for a moment before quietly saying, “I feel it sometimes.  When I think of you.  Solas told me how to deal with it.”
Once again, his brutal sincerity makes Rhynis’s throat run dry.  She blinks at him with surprised eyes.  His words catapult into her like weights – the best kind.
“…You do?  When you think of me?” she repeats in a daze.  Cole nods and she feels her heart burn, as though fire is spreading through her veins. 
At once, the image of him enters her mind.  He is lying on his bed.  His room is neat as always, scarcely furnished, with the curtain of his one window drawn and the door firmly shut.  His trousers halfway down his thighs, pushed there haphazardly in a haze a lust.  His tunic nudged up, showing off the coiled muscles of his abdomen and sharp jutting hipbones.  And – her mouth runs dry at the thought – his cock in hand, stiff and hot, leaking precum from the tip as he fists his fingers around it and pumps.  His face would flutter with crazed want, anxiously pushing himself toward his end.  And, perhaps, her name would be a whisper on his tongue as he found it.
She shudders. 
Cole swallows tightly again and murmurs, “…Yes, like that.  Sometimes,” he adds as an afterthought.  He ducks his head and mumbles into his collar, “Sometimes when we’re traveling and we stop at a stream for baths.  And sometimes it happens when I don’t expect it to, and I have to find somewhere quiet.”
She stares at him in shock.  And lust.  So much lust.  His words draw upon her imagination, and immediately she is picturing him naked in a stream, leaning against a rock, his arm moving furiously as he grips himself beneath the water.  And again, in a darkened corner of the fortress, a panicked look on his face as he peers around the hallway and hurries to untie his trousers, his hand rubbing at the stiffness beneath the fabric as he does.
She shudders again.
“…You seem to have…to have done this quite often,” she haltingly murmurs, looking over at him.  Cole shrinks a little and nods, appearing almost as a chagrined child who thinks he has done wrong.
It is exactly that which makes Rhynis frown.  There is nothing wrong with seeking pleasure, especially when it comes unbidden.  She does not like to see him looking as if he thinks he is at fault.
And besides…she cannot claim to be innocent of such actions either.
She shuffles forward, so that their knees are touching, and admits, “I have done the same.  Thinking of you.  It is not wrong, Cole.”  She is going to say more, to attempt to make him understand, but he halts her.
His eyes come crashing up into hers, wide and darkened with something she now identifies as lust.  In a strained voice, he asks, “You feel the fire too?  And you…you deal with it, while you think of me?”
Rhynis blushes, but nods.  At his awed expression, she laughs.
“It is different for women, but the feeling is the same,” she tells him, touching his knee so as to comfort him.  Instead of comfort though, it causes a shiver to roil through him, and she realizes belatedly that her touch is slightly higher than his knee.  Nowhere near the apex of his thighs, but still close enough to garner such a reaction.
She should draw away.  She really should.  But…she does not want to.  Especially when she can see the outline of the bulge in his trousers and can imagine touching him so clearly. 
Cole moans suddenly and murmurs, “Touch me?  Would you?”  His blinks down at her with fierce eyes filled with passion and nearly begs, “I…would also like to touch you.”
Arousal thuds through her more potently.  She swallows.
How had it gotten to this point?  First a few kisses, and suddenly this?  She doesn’t know if she is lucky or not.  She has certainly never moved so quickly before, but for some reason it feels completely natural to do so now.  It is as easy as breathing to slide her hand up his leg and watch the fluttering way his face crumbles with need.
She has seen many expressions on that face, but never one like this.  Crazed desire.  Raw, unfettered.  Wild.
She hesitates right before she reaches the top of his thigh.
“Are you certain?” she asks.  There is no going back from this.  She wonders if they have already reached a point of no return and passed it by without realizing.
Cole is watching her like a hawk when he quietly whispers, “Please.”
Her resolve utterly shatters at that one little word, uttered so softly and with such need.  She cannot leave him now, not when he has admitted so many beautiful truths to her.  Not when her body longs to feel and see more of his.  Her moral compass has broken the moment he’d kissed her, and she no longer cares if this is right or wrong, or somewhere between the two, in the gray area of their affection.
It no longer matters.
“Alright,” she responds as calmly as she can, but even then her voice is shaky.  With excitement or fear?  She knows not.  Perhaps a mix of both.  Fear often accompanies new experiences, after all.
She wants to touch him here and now, but reminds herself that for him, this is even newer than it is for her.  The feeling of arousal is an entirely different world for him, one that he has not yet ventured into with such potency.  Though the fact that he has ventured into it, at least a little, sets her at ease, she still wants him to feel comfortable.
“Perhaps you could…lie down?” she haltingly suggests, not very familiar with taking the lead.  Her race is not as prudish as humans when it comes to primal urges, but most of her previous lovers had been more than happy to assume the dominant role.
Cole nods at once and slips forward, edging around her form to reach the pillows at the top of the bed.  He slowly lowers himself onto them, propped up in a half-sitting position.  When he blinks over at her, Rhynis smiles at the sight of him and leans in to grab another pillow.  She hovers above him as she places it behind his head, fingers lingering briefly in his hair.  He smiles back and leans against it in an effort to get comfortable.
“You’ll tell me if you want to stop?” she asks, looping a leg up and over his hips.  She settles above him, not quite in his lap but close enough, and reaches forward to fiddle with his hair again.  She has often touched him similarly in the past, and he leans into her hands with a happy expression lighting his eyes.
“Mmhmm,” he sighs, hands urging her closer.  She lets him pull her into his chest.  A fierce spark of pleasure rolls through her when she presses down against his erection.  His eyelids flutter and she knows he must feel it too.
But – gently, she tells herself when she leans in to kiss him.  Slowly.  She moves her mouth over his and darts her tongue out to trace his bottom lip.  He returns the kiss with more passion than she expects – though at this point, she’s not sure she should expect anything from him.  He has thus far taken all her suppositions and tossed them to the wind.
“Please,” he whispers against her mouth again, and Rhynis moans lightly at the plea.
She cannot deny him when he asks her like that.  She doesn’t want to.
So she drags her hands down his chest, unties the leather cord that holds together his tunic, lifts the fabric up his body.  He rushes forward to tug it all the way off before assuming his place once again, leaning back into the pillows with a soft sigh as he watched her splay her hand over his heart.
She’s seen him shirtless countless times, but somehow it feels different now.  The dim light of the dying embers provides just enough light to view him, as if he is part shadow, part reality.  It is an almost comforting thing, really.  She is used to seeing him in such a way.
She ducks her lips to kiss his collarbone and he swallows.  Her hands drift over his skin, enjoying the way his muscles flex at the foreign touch.  It in only when she nears his lower abdomen that Cole’s reactions become downright addictive to watch.
He makes a whimpering sound that tears into existence in a way that makes it obvious he’s trying to remain silent.  His eyes are honed in on her fingers, which have drifted to the cords of his trousers and are fiddling with them.  Her fingertips slowly pull on one of the ties and the knot comes undone, but she doesn’t try to pull the fabric away.  Instead, she gently lowers her hand to the bulge of his trousers and cups him through it, applying the slightest force.
Arousal splits through her as she feels his erection beneath her fingers, but it is nothing in comparison to the reaction he gives her.
His hips roll up to press against her hand more firmly, head pushing into the pillows, body roiling, shivering.  A gasp leaves his lips, which part as he stares at her, eyes wide with frantic desire.  But – it is the dark undertones of his gaze that have the strongest effect on her willpower, and before she even knows what she’s doing, Rhynis is rubbing him through his trousers and cupping him harder, pressing down against him without hesitation.
He is a spectacular sight.  She hardly even thinks twice about loosening the cords of his trousers to feel him properly.
She is surprised, then, when his hand shoots down to capture her wrist before she can.
Her eyes dart up to his.  “Cole?” she asks, immediately stopping all movements.
He looks pained, almost.  His expression is strained, and when he speaks, he sounds as if he’s holding back the world.
“I’m not sure…I mean I want to – but I’m not – “
Rhynis smiles at him and leans in to kiss him softly, a quick peck of her lips against his.  It seems to calm him. 
“It’s alright,” she whispers, twisting her hand in his and entwining their fingers together.  She rests their hands on his abdomen and says, “We’re going very fast.  Do you want to stop?”
Surprise once again cuts through her when Cole jumps up with a staunch, “No!”
She stares at him in shock for a moment before laughter catches her off guard yet again, and she asks, “No?”
Cole’s mouth twitches into a smile and he repeats, “No.”
She nods.  “Okay.  Maybe we should – oh!”
This time it is Cole who cuts her off, interrupts her when he grabs her hips and drags her core against his.  The friction is acute – she is only wears her nightshirt and a pair of soft sleeping pants to keep away the chill.  The fabric is thin though.  Thin enough to feel his erection quite solidly between her thighs.
Cole twists himself into a sitting position.  Suddenly his face is mere inches from hers – less than that – and his fingers tangle into the back of her nightshirt as he holds her in place above him.  He darts his eyes to her lips and then back up, down again to where their hips meet. 
He doesn’t seem to know where he wants to look, but it doesn’t stop him from whispering throatily, “Like this.”
Her throat runs dry.  She lets out a shaky breath and nods.  She can do this.  The feeling of his hardened length pressing against her is already making her mad with want, and when she –
“Ah,” she moans lightly, a keen of sound as she shifts her hips over his.  Yes, when she moves, it is more than satisfying despite not being able to truly see him.  But that, she’s sure, will come later. 
Cole buries his face into her neck and breathes out, grasping her tightly.  Her nightshirt becomes a tangle in his hands.  He grips it hard.  Harder still when she shifts again.
Fire bolts through her body like lightening.  She gasps into his hair and clutches him.  The third time she moves, Cole eases one hand down to her hips and pulls her even more solidly against his erection, roiling his own hips just so to meet hers.  It’s a little shaky, this position, but it doesn’t lessen the full brunt of the pleasure that cascades through them so completely.
She’s not sure if she’s ever felt so aroused.  This is so different from any other experience she’s ever had, and yet it is that difference that makes it so addictive.  Before long, Rhynis is near to rutting against him, clutching at his head and neck and shoulders, moaning and whispering his name, feeling the wetness grow between her legs.  She cannot stop herself and Cole doesn’t seem to want her to, for he has surrendered just as absolutely.
She has never heard him say her name in such a beautiful way.  His voice is like shards of erotic desire that cascade over them.  When he moans into her ear, Rhynis’s entire body tingles, swept away by little shivers.
When she grinds down particularly hard and circles her hips firmly over his, Cole lets out a strangled sort of gasp and shudders into her.  He clutches at her like his life depends upon it, and in a move that she is not planning, Rhynis grabs his hand and lifts it to her clothed breast.
His eyes widen but he does not pull away – merely accepts her silent direction as he squeezes over her breast, fingers grasping with just enough firmness, thumb pulling over her taut nipple with a gasp.
“Cole,” she moans, shuddering against him.  She buries her face into his hair and quickens her thrusts, nearly falling over at the force of her movements.  She would most assuredly do so, if his grip is not so tight around her waist and his body not the immovable fortress in which she leans against.
She is a little shocked when she comes.  Her orgasm rips through her so quickly and so unexpectedly that Rhynis is left in almost a state of confusion.  She thinks it must be because she has never come like this before – or perhaps it’s because of Cole, because she’s wanted him for so long that it feels almost enchanting to finally have him.
In any case, she falls hard and fast, gasping into him and rocking her hips over the bulge she feels brimming up against her.  And it’s enough, she decides, as her orgasm clouds her sight and leaves her reeling in his lap.  Even though they are not bare – even though this experience is not as raw and unfettered as she might usually feel – it is more than enough.  It is raw in a different way, as wild as the way her heart lurches from her chest in strong beats. 
Cole is not far behind her.  He takes one look at her desperate expression and groans, hips flying up as he grinds against her clothed heat.  He has touched himself several times since becoming more human, but it has never felt like this.  He curls his body around hers and shudders violently as his orgasm captures him.  He is left utterly breathless in the wake of it.
They remain clutching each other for several long minutes afterwards, as their hips slowly still and their breaths lengthen.  And then Rhynis sighs and starts chuckling, drawing away from him to thread her fingers through his hair.  She pushes it back into its normal position and smiles down at him.  Cole blinks back.
“…Do people usually laugh after…?” he wonders musingly, tilting his head at her.
Rhynis hums.  “Only when they are very comfortable with each other.”
Her words make him beam.  He slowly lowers his hands from her body and allows her to push him down onto the bed.  She’s quick to follow, laying herself down beside him and turning her body towards his own with a dreamy, peaceful smile lingering at the corners of her mouth.
“You are feeling better,” Cole murmurs as he stares at her.  She nods, though she doesn’t need to.  He hadn’t asked a question.
“…And you?  How are you feeling?” she asks, slightly hesitant as if she is not entirely sure she wants to know the answer. 
But Cole merely smiles and says contentedly, “I feel…human.  Does that make sense?”
She chuckles.  “Yes.”
“…I also think I’d like a change of clothes,” he adds after a beat of silence, and Rhynis feels herself blush a bit at the implications.  She thinks she’s being silly, really, blushing at that after what they’ve just done, but she can’t help it.  Cole’s body shakes, and it takes her a moment to realize that he’s trying not to laugh.  She bites her lip and chuckles again, mostly at herself, partly at the fact that he’s comfortable enough to laugh around her, too.
“Go get a change of clothes.  I’ll be right here,” Rhynis tells him.  He sits up and she marvels at his lean form, even though it is half hidden by his remaining clothes.
He turns to her with serious, wide eyes and murmurs, “I’ll be right back.”
She smiles.
When he disappears back into the shadows, Rhynis turns her face into her pillow and grins against the fabric, feeling happier than she’s felt in what feels like forever.  And unbeknownst to her, Cole pauses on the balcony and glances back, feeling himself grin at the sight of her and at the buoyant way her mind unravels for his perusal.
Becoming human seems to have been the best choice of his life. 

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