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Rook stands across from Lucanis, mid discussion about another escape attempt by Spite. This happens frequently enough to worry her, not because she is afraid of Spite, but because she can see the toll it is taking on Lucanis.

"I didn't want you to see that. Again." As Lucanis speaks, his gaze drifts to the floor, the look on his face when he looks back up at Rook is enough to break her heart a little.

"Nothing I've seen makes me want to look away." And she means it. No part of Lucanis, least of all Spite, could make her feel any less for him. She sees how much the demon’s torment weighs on him, and she’d never let something he didn’t choose affect the way she feels about him.

His expression softens just a little as his gaze drifts away, only to return to hers once again. "How do you always do that?" 

"Do what?"

Once again, Lucanis looks away, but it’s almost as if he can’t keep himself from looking at her, only ever able to look away to gather his thoughts for just a moment, "Break apart my perfectly gathered clouds of doom. You deserve better than to deal with my mess."

Rook can see that he has a battle raging in his mind, she just wishes there was something she could do to help him through it. "You're more than what you're going through. And you wear it well." Gods does he wear it well.

Lucanis begins stepping towards her before she's even finished speaking, a look on his face that tells her that he's heard her... and they've gone past the point of no return.  "This isn't a good idea." His gaze is heavy as his hand moves to rest on the wall right beside her, not even trying to hide the way his eyes linger on her lips.

Her heart quickens, and a warmth stirs within in her, one she hasn’t felt in far too long. Leaning into the wall and, as casually as she can manage right now, she says, "Sometimes a bad idea is better."

"You like to walk a little close to the edge."

The tone of his voice, that smirk on his face—that fucking smirk—it’s all too much to bear. Before she even realizes what she’s doing, her hand is moving to his chest, seeking any form of contact, no matter how minor. “So do you.”

His voice drops lower, and fuck, she’d imagined what it would sound like in moments like this, but nothing compares to the real thing. "At least I know I'm doing it."

And he's so close now, she can feel his breath on her lips. Her mind is racing a million miles a minute, she wants to lean in, close the distance, but she knows that he needs to be the one to make the decision in this moment. As he draws closer, he hesitates for a moment and Rook’s heart sinks, thinking he’s about to change his mind – then his lips are on hers.

In an instant, the outside world ceases to exist. She isn’t thinking about the gods, or Solas, or the weight of the world on her shoulders. All of her senses are consumed by Lucanis, and she wouldn’t want it any other way. The kiss is softer than she’d imagined. After all his talk about coffee being like kisses goodbye, and the fantasies she’d built up in her mind of what he might be like, she had expected something fast and dirty, right from the start. This, though… this is better.

His free hand slides up to wrap around her waist, gently pushing her against the wall, his body pressing closer to hers. His grip is strong, though his lips are still soft, as though he is making sure to savour her. She moves her arms to drape around his neck, seeking to anchor herself to him, lest she float away into the fade. She’d thought about what this would be like too many times, it almost didn’t feel real.

He pulls away after a few moments, his eyes darker than she remembers, his breaths coming a little heavier than before, though there is still a look of worry in his eyes. “Rook, I –” He looks away once again, though this time, Rook has the confidence to reach up and gently pull his chin back towards her so she can gaze into his eyes.

“You will not hurt me. I trust you.” She pulls him closer, her fingers now threading through his hair, “I want you Lucanis, exactly as you a–.”

Those words are clearly just what he needs to hear, she can’t even finish her sentence before his lips are crashing into hers. This time, it feels desperate, as if weeks of pent-up feelings are rushing to the surface at once. His tongue brushes against her bottom lip, warm and insistent and she eagerly meets his advances. Their tongues meet as his hands find her hips, lifting her up against the wall, then shifting to her thighs to support her weight, pinning her firmly between the wall and his body.

Rook already finds herself constantly breathless around Lucanis, and now she can’t help but feel thankful that he is holding her up as she is almost certain her knees would give way if he weren’t. She wraps her legs around him, yet another way to hold onto him, to prove to herself that this is not a dream.

Lucanis pulls away just enough to gasp out, “Me encantas, Rook,” before his lips are on hers once more. The words are undeniably thick with lust, but also something softer, more reverent? Rook doesn’t need to know what it means to know that she wants to hear those words again, whispered into her ear, etched into her skin by his tender touches.

She slides her hands slowly down his shoulders, fingers finding the buttons of his vest and popping them open one by one—a task made all the more difficult by the distracting way his tongue moves against hers. When she finally releases the last button, she pushes the vest open, immediately turning her attention to the buttons of his undershirt. She silently curses how well-dressed he is, now that it's time for it to all come off. With the final button unfastened, she starts to push the vest and shirt as far over his shoulders as she can without him releasing his grip.

Lucanis doesn’t waste time with her buttons. With her legs wrapped around him and his body pressing her firmly against the wall, he shrugs his shirt and vest off before he reaches up and tears her shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. His mouth hungrily explores the exposed skin of her collarbone, hands gliding down her sides before tightening around her hips. Letting her head fall back against the wall, she lets out a soft moan as he bites down on her neck—just hard enough that she is sure there will be a mark in the morning.

As her fingers pull gently at his hair, she feels his excitement growing, his cock swelling as it’s pressed against her. She can’t help but think that there are way too many clothes in the way, but she won’t let that stop her. She tightens her legs, pulling him closer as she rolls her hips against him, drawing a quiet moan from both of them as his cock brushes against her through the many unnecessary layers of clothing. Almost as if he could read her thoughts, his hand moves to untie the string on her bra, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of their discarded clothes, before resting against her back.

His kisses trail up her neck, then to the sensitive spot right under her ear, while the scratch of his beard against her sensitive skin sends a shiver down her spine. Lucanis pulls back just enough to look deep into Rook’s eyes, “If I hurt you, you must tell me. I do not know how Spite will act when you look like—” He gazes down at her now exposed chest, biting his lip for just a moment as he takes her in, “when you look like that.”

Rook smiles softly, “I promise to tell you, Lucanis, but I’m not fragile. Besides,” Rook pulls him closer to her once more, their lips mere millimetres away, “I like a little bit of pain with my pleasure.” She punctuates the statement with a kiss. Her words seem to dispel any lingering hesitation as Lucanis melts into the kiss, his hand cupping her breast and a thumb flicking over her nipple, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. He keeps teasing, his movements slow and deliberate, until she’s desperately moving her hips against him.

Finally, he seems to decide that he’s left her waiting long enough, as he moves his hands to support her thighs and steps back towards the bed. “I want you, Rook. I need you.” He growls, voice rough and sounding just as desperate as Rook feels. He places a knee on the bed and gently lowers her down onto her back, before raising himself back up to look down at the flustered and warm cheeked Rook. She probably looks like a mess, but the dark look in his eyes says that he likes what he sees, “You are—” his voice is filled with what she can only describe as awe, “the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

Cheeks warming even further under the intensity of his gaze, she mumbles, “If you keep looking at me like that, I might just start to believe it.” Put her in front of darkspawn, a distrustful First Warden or even a god themselves and she could project confidence every time. But being so vulnerable in front of a man like Lucanis, have him so clearly devouring every inch of her skin with an eagerness she hadn’t expected, nothing could prepare her for that.

He smiles, shaking his head a little as he fiddles with the buttons on her pants. “Rook, I want to worship every inch of you.” His hands move to the waistband of her pants, sliding them down as he drinks in the view, “If you do not believe that you are as beautiful as I say,” His gaze moves back to hers, an intensity in his eyes that she is once again surprised by, “I will spend every day reminding you until you do.”

Rook feels a surge of emotion and for a moment, she has to blink away the moisture in her eyes, no one has ever said something like that to her. Overwhelmed by her feelings for Lucanis—feelings she refuses to put a name to yet, not when they were all one wrong move away from death every day, she manages a smile, “Well,” her voice is barely above a whisper, wary not to give away too much emotion, “I guess I better keep you around then.”

Lucanis laughs, really laughs, and she feels her heart swell in response. He’s come a long way from the man she’d found in the ossuary; to hear him laugh like that, feels like a victory all on it’s own. “I hope you do.” Then his mouth is on hers again, an arm bracing him beside her head, fingers tangling through her hair as his other hand works on removing his own pants. She reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, the other hand resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her palm.

His kisses then start to trail down her neck, her own lips parting in a quiet moan, as he descends lower and lower. Her breath catches as he looks up at her for a moment, heart pounding in her chest as she waits for what comes next. Then, his tongue flicks out to brush over a hardened nipple and she is gasping, her fingers tightening in his hair, her other hand twisting in the sheets beneath her. He leans in, sucking gently as his fingers hook into the delicate fabric around her hips, sliding it down inch by inch, her breaths becoming heavier with each passing second.

“Lucanis,” she moans, her voice breaking, “please, I—” She doesn’t even know what she’s asking him for, but she can feel the smirk on his face as his tongue circles around and flicks against her again.

“Patience, Rook, I told you I would worship you,” His voice is confident, demanding, but even she can hear that he’s struggling to hold himself back. She wonders how long he’s been wanting to do this, if he’s been catching glimpses of her as she has with him when he wasn't looking. How long has he been imagining her like this? She can’t deny that she’d been thinking about a first kiss with him since he spoke about how intriguing a first kiss could be. 

Now laying there, not a thing hidden from him, Rook feels an intense ache building within her. She wants nothing more than for him to be inside her, bodies locked together and moving as one. She feels impatient, like the moment could not come soon enough, but this isn’t just some quick fling that she wants from him. She wants to be cherished by him, taken care of, and to give the same to him. She wants to do this right.

As his fingers graze her thigh, his lips start to move back up towards her own, she tells herself to cherish every moment of this, in case it’s the only chance she’ll get. His hand trails up her thigh until he drags two fingers slowly between her legs, groaning against her ear as his fingers glide across the wetness that has built up there. “Rook—Dios.” He looks into her eyes, like he’s trying to read her, as if he’s only just realised exactly how much she wants this.

He claims her lips once more, a new desperation in his movements, as his skilled fingers circle her clit. She can’t help but moan into his mouth, a shiver running through her body at his touch. It has been so long since another person has touched her, and she’d spent nights alone thinking about him before, so to have his fingers slide against her sensitive skin, never knowing what to expect next is completely intoxicating.

Wanting to be able to hear the noises she makes, he lays down beside her, propped up by one arm, and returns to kissing her neck. The soft whimpers she makes when he moves to tease around her clit are just as divine as the louder moans she makes when he massages the bundle of nerves directly. When he finally slides two fingers inside her, she chokes out a moan, a little louder than before, and he smiles against her skin. “You make the most beautiful sounds, Mi Vida.” She lifts up an arm to cover her face, embarrassed by how little she could control her sounds.

While he slowly works his fingers inside her, curling his fingers slightly with each motion, his thumb returns to press gently on her clit once again. The tightening of her muscles and sounds tumbling from her mouth leave no room for doubt that he's making the right moves.

“I want to make you come, Rook. You look after the team so well,” he whispers into her ear, gently grazing the lobe with his teeth, “you do not have to be strong right now, let me take care of you.”

All she can manage in response is a strained “Please.” Her eyes shut tight, knuckles going white from where she’s gripping the sheets. She knows this won’t take long, she feels on the edge already, embarrassingly quick, she thinks. His fingers feel so incredible inside her, like they were made to do just this.

“Can you look at me, Rook?” He asks, voice soft, comforting. She moves her arm away and turns to look at him, biting her lip as if trying to keep herself quiet. “I want to see you, hear you.” He says tenderly, gently kissing her lips to encourage her to release her lip from between her teeth. He curls his fingers slightly, rubbing in just the right spot to have her crying out his name a little too loud for her own comfort, however the groan that comes from Lucanis says that it is exactly the noise that he had wanted to hear.

“Lucanis, I won’t—” His fingers brush over the spot again, cutting off her words as she whimpers, “I won’t last much longer.” That knowledge seems to spur him on as he pulls his fingers out of her, drawing a disappointed whine from her lips, and lifts himself up above her once more.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He purrs, a dangerous look on his face as he places a kiss on her lips, her collarbone, then his tongue flicks over her nipple teasingly. He continues down, eyes on her the entire time, placing kisses down her body, before he settles himself between her legs. Finally, he spreads her open, completely available to him and his tongue flicks out to taste her.

The feeling of his tongue on her clit, intensified by his gaze never leaving hers as he does it, is enough to have her hips lifting off the bed, hand reaching down to grip his hair tightly. “Gods, Lucanis!” She cries, subconsciously pulling him down, closer to her, which he happily allows. He wraps his arms around her thighs, using them to pull her closer to him before a hand comes to rest upon her stomach, pinning her still against the bed. With each flick of his skilled tongue, Rook squirms, unable to stop the whimpers falling from her lips. Lucanis’ hand seems to press her more firmly into the bed, preparing to hold her down as he pushes his fingers into her again. Her hips try desperately to buck up towards him but she is unable to overpower his strength, the sensation of being held down just making her want him even more.

The combination of his tongue against her clit and his fingers pressing into her so perfectly is enough to have her right on the edge, maybe pulling a little too roughly on his hair as she cries out his name. Lucanis seems to enjoy it, though, as he moans against her in response, deep and needy. The pain only seems to make him more eager to fuck her with his fingers, his gaze never leaving hers. It only takes her a few more moments, before she is practically sobbing, her thighs trembling and body tightening as she coats his fingers in her come. He continues for a few more moments, enough to have her choking on her own sounds of pleasure before he finally pulls away, resting on his knees as he takes in the sight of Rook.

Her body is flushed, hair a mess, and her cheeks are redder than he would have ever seen them before. As he wipes his face with his eyes still trained on her, she wants to hide herself again, embarrassed by the side he just saw of her and what a mess she made, but something about the look of complete adoration on his face keeps her from doing so.

She allows herself a few moments to recover before she’s getting up and kneeling on her own knees in front of him. She rests one arm on his shoulder, pulling him in to kiss her once more, while is other hand slips into the waistband of his briefs. She wraps her fingers around his cock, causing him to suck in a sharp breath, slowly stroking him in preparation for what comes next. She kisses him with more fervour than before; a thank you, or a promise, she isn’t exactly sure which.

When she breaks away from the kiss and lowers herself down, intending to return the favour, Lucanis grabs her shoulder and pulls her back up, kissing her once again before shaking his head.

“Mi Vida, as much as I would love to see you on your knees for me,” He pushes a few strands of hair out of her face as he talks, “do you know how long I have waited to be inside of you?” His voice is almost shaky, and the words hit Rook right between the legs. He moves towards her, arm supporting her back as he gently pushes her back towards the bed, “You cannot keep me waiting one second longer.”

“O-okay.” She moves along with him, head falling back onto the pillow, legs spread, heart pounding, gods she’d let him do anything he wanted to her at this point. She watches, anticipation building both in her mind and between her legs, as he deftly removes his briefs. There they both are, completely exposed and vulnerable, together, her heart is racing.

He crawls towards her slowly, taking in the sight of her one last time before he is kissing her, he slides a knee underneath Rook’s leg, pushing it up against his hip so he can press himself against her in one smooth movement. She feels his cock come to rest against her, so close but still too far. She pushes her hips up towards him, the movement causing friction against her already sensitive clit. She moans softly into the kiss, her hands moving to settle on Lucanis’ back.

“Please Lucanis, I need you.” She sighs, hips raising once again in search of stimulation, the friction a delicious but inadequate feeling when she knows what is coming.

With that, Lucanis reaches down to gently guide himself inside her. Rook’s jaw drops immediately, nails digging into his back at the feeling of him easing into her, inch by inch. Lucanis has never seen something as breathtaking as the look on her face as he buried himself inside her. Hell, he has never felt closer to the Maker than he does right now, because Rook was surely sent to this world by the Maker just for him, there is no other explanation for the way that she makes him feel.

As much as he doesn’t want to look away from her, Lucanis cannot keep his eyes open, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as his hips come to rest against her thighs. He leans down to rest his forehead on hers, his breathing deep as he gives himself, and her, a moment to adjust to this new experience.

He feels more safe in this moment, completely naked and vulnerable with Rook, than he can remember ever feeling before. Rook’s nails digging into his skin serve as an anchor to this bed, to reality, rather than in the past, in another place, where he’s been living for so long. He opens his eyes once more to find Rook’s beautiful shining eyes looking up at him, an intense but kind look in her eyes as one of her hands moves up to rest on the back of his neck.

“Are you okay?” She asks, her other hand coming to rest on his cheek, eyes searching his face for the answer. He should be the one asking her that, and yet here she is, as always, looking out for everyone else around her.

“Rook,” He smiles down at her, letting out a small laugh. Okay? This is the happiest he’s been in years, maybe ever, but how can he possibly express that without saying things that it should be far too soon to say? “I could never be anything less than okay in your arms.”

Maybe it's a trick of the light, but Lucanis swears he catches the sparkle of tears in her eyes. He feels a moment of worry, his instinct urging him to ask, but she eases his concerns with a soft kiss, her lips gentle against his own. When he pulls back and meets her gaze again, the tears have vanished as if they were never there. He doesn’t question it for now, trusting that if there were anything she needed from him in that moment, she would let him know. Right now, though, her hips moving impatiently against his speak volumes, and he knows exactly what she needs from him in this moment.

Lucanis lets out a soft chuckle, stirred by her eagerness, and he decides he can’t wait to experience everything her body has to offer any longer. He brings her hands up to rest on either side of her head, his own fingers intertwining with hers, her warm body pressing up against his in anticipation. He begins to move, the first slow, deliberate thrust drawing a low groan from his lips as their bodies meet once again, a perfect fit. The strength with which Rook squeezes his hands surprises him. Seeing her like this, he kind of forgot that she is a fighter, a hero... in this moment, it's just them, two normal people with no worlds to save. Lucanis and Rook, sharing a moment of gentle intimacy that has never felt more right.

He builds up a slow rhythm, careful and precise, wanting this to last for as long as he could make it. Breathy moans tumble from her lips with every thrust, and she wraps one leg around his waist, pulling him in closer to her, his cock burying deeper as she raises her hips to meet his movements. He can’t pull his eyes away from her; her cheeks are the most beautiful shade of pink, her lashes flutter as she struggles to keep her unfocused eyes open through the pleasure, her lips—beautiful and inviting—are parted slightly, darker and more plump than usual. A wave of satisfaction washes over him as he realizes that she looks utterly undone beneath him, her body at his mercy, because of the things he is doing to her, because of how good he is making her feel. The thought lingers, a shred of hope that maybe he could be lucky enough to make her feel this good every day...

It's incredibly intimate, unlike any encounter he’s had before. This woman, who has saved his life and trusted him when she had no reason to, who fought to protect his home and his family and continued to do so every day since—she is here with him now, moaning his name as he slides into her once again, giving even more of herself to him without hesitation. If her hands weren’t in his, grounding him here, he might wonder if this is just an incredible dream.

“I cannot believe you’re here with me.” His voice cracks midway through the sentence, voice a little more raw than he expected.

Her gaze meet his, her focus sharpening as she breathes, “I never want to be anywhere else, Lucanis. I’m—gods—I’m here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“If you say that, I might get greedy.” He lifts her hands up to wrap around his neck again, one of his hands slipping underneath her back to hold her close to him, the other gently resting on her cheek. He leans down to kiss her deeply, swallowing her moans eagerly as he starts to push into her with a little more power. Her arms tighten around his neck, nails digging into his back, and his heart races as they move together as one, their bodies in complete sync. Time is both flying by and crawling at a snail's pace, each movement building on the feelings of connection and pure ecstasy between them. They are neither in a rush nor entirely patient, savoring each moment and sharing soft moans, whispered pleas and shared glances that express so much more than words ever could.

Lucanis has no idea how much time has passed, and he could stay here forever if the world would let him, but Rook's voice brings him back to reality, “Lucanis…” He groans at the tremble in her voice, so vulnerable, so raw; he’s sure she can’t handle much more, and he knows he won’t be able to stop himself when he feels her come apart around him.

“I’m here, Rook, you can let go.” He whispers against her ear, holding her close, his hand now gripping her shoulder to help pull her down onto him with increasing urgency. He wants to feel her release, see her fall apart entirely as he fills her up. He wants to claim her and give himself over to her in return. “Come for me, I’ve got you.”

“Dios,” He sighs against the skin of her neck. “You cannot be real, Rook.” He laughs in disbelief against her skin, feeling like his heart will never stop racing.

Rook’s breathing is just as heavy as his, her arms falling to her sides, her warm body soft and spent beneath him. “I am real, and I’m really here with you.” Her voice shakes, but there is a warmth to her words.

Lucanis reluctantly pulls out of her, feeling the loss instantly. He rolls to the side to give her room to breathe, but he can’t help but stay close, gazing at her through lidded eyes. She must feel the same, as she turns to rest her head on his chest, releasing a soft, happy sigh. He presses a kiss into her hair, his hand lifting to run his fingers through it as they lay there in a blissful silence for a few minutes.

Rook is the first one to break the silence, “What you said before, when we—” she blushes, as she looks up at him, her fingers tracing mindless shapes onto his chest, “what do those things mean? Me encantas? Mi Vida?”

Lucanis smiles, reflecting on those words and their meaning.

Me encantas—I adore you.

Mi Vida—My life.

And she is just that; his life, his saviour, the literal reason his heart is still beating...

“Maybe I’ll tell you one day,” he says, his free hand moving to caress her cheek, “Mi Vida.”