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It was over.
After months of blood, sweat, loss and victory, hope had finally prevailed and the one who had embodied that promise of deliverance, even when the aphotic had nearly consumed the light of her faith, stood on the tower balcony looking into the azureous night.
Leliana approached quietly, taking in the sight of her beloved and mentally reveling in the rogue’s pronounced musculature that clashed deliciously with the soft, subtle curves in all the scandalously sexy areas. She couldn’t help but notice that without the threat of imminent apocalypse and death, she was now hyper aware of her lover’s presence.
“In case you are wondering, I still haven’t tossed that lovely sword you gave me off of here, yet... Although, I suppose now would be a most prestigious time to do so,” Trev crossed her arms and leaning back on a hip as she spoke.
“Why do you say that?” Leli asked moving to stand beside Trevelyan.
“I would say that the Inquisition has served its purpose and therefore there is longer a need for it or an inquisitor and since there is no need for an inquisitor there is no need for a fancy sword… which I have never once used, by the by.”
“I noticed,” the Spymaster smirked as she folded her hands behind her back.
“However, I feel it would be remiss to believe that it will be as simple as telling everyone to: ‘ Pack it up, go home - Inquisition over .’”
“No. It won’t be as simple as that.”
Trev sighed and turned her left hand over to look at the now seemingly useless mark that still eerily glowed with the residual energy of the Fade, “Of course not.”
The Marcher looked exhausted beyond reason and Leliana’s heart ached for her. She yearned to comfort the woman who had reawoken love in her heart, giving it a reason to sing again. So, she did the only reasonable thing she could think of and pulled her into a deeply sensual kiss allowing her lips and tongue to express all that was on her heart. The side of her thumbs tracing along Trevelyan’s jaw. Teeth gently nipping at a soft lower lip. When naturally they parted, Leli continued to cradle the Inquisitor’s head between her hands as she held her beloved’s gaze, “While it will not be easy to navigate what comes next for the Inquisition, for the Chantry, for Thedas, for us… you wouldn’t have to face it alone. I would be by your side, if only you will have me.”
The moon was partially eclipsed by a cloud at that moment casting a dance of light and shadow on the Inquisitor’s face. For a brief trice, the silence boded ominous and despite Leli’s confidence, doubt began to bubble on the periphery of her mind. Finally, the cloud passed to reveal the corner of Evey’s mouth curled up in an easy grin that quickly turned seductive as she spoke, “ Have you? My dear Spymaster, I will take you in any way you’d like and then in quite a few ways I’d like .”
Leliana cuffed Trev’s chest in a playfully chastening fashion only to be caught up in strong arms. She melted into the embrace, burying her face against the warmth of Inquisitor’s neck she murmured “mon amour, mon cœur”.
“I love you, Leli. Until my last breath, I will love you.”
A lump formed in her throat and before she could stop the words or think about the possible ramifications for the future she breathed an oath: “I am yours, from now until we see the Maker, I am yours.”
Trev grinned brilliantly and placed a chaste kiss on Leliana’s lips, “I should warn you, Spymaster… There is a very good chance that you might live to regret those words some day. There is much that can happen between now and eternity.”
“True,” Leliana’s eyes dropped to Trevelyan’s lips as she snaked her arms up the Inquisitor’s and then casually draped them around her neck before dragging her gaze up from the tantalizingly soft curve of the rogue’s lower lip into the light, southern sea blue of Evey’s eyes. “But who knows how short that journey actually is so perhaps we should make the most of each moment afforded us and not think too hard about the future?”
Her plan succeeded and Trevelyan leaned in capturing Leli’s mouth in a fierce kiss and without missing a beat, swept the smaller Orlesian up into her arms, leaving the view to the stars she started towards the bed.
Leli pulled back, “I should warn you. Josephine said she and Isabela might stop by later after the guests leave for a game of Wicked Grace, if you are feeling up to it. She said that you owe her a rematch from the other night. She insisted that you cheated.”
“Cheated ?! Did she mention she won? How in the world did I cheat if I lost?”
“That’s just it. She thinks you threw the game.”
Trevelyan either had the good sense to look affronted or she truly was, Leliana was having a tough time reading her.
“ Threw the game ?! I’ll have you know madame that we Free Marchers take our cards very seriously. What’s more, Ostwick is known for its competitive card tournaments and they are not for the faint of heart…”
“What Ostwickan tournament is? Seems that bloodshed is the staple of all of your public venues,” Leliana giggled.
“Now you are beginning to understand the rugged beauty of the northern Marches,” she drawled in an exaggerated accent before playfully dumping Leli on the bed. Straightening, Trev began to work the buckles of her clothes.
Leliana propped herself up on her elbows and watched as the Inquisitor stripped out of her coat and undershirt, “Do you think we have time?”
Trev hesitated, her hands at her breast guard. “Did you lock the door?”
“No.”
The Free Marcher shrugged and pulled off the cloth revealing enticingly soft breasts against firm muscle, “Then we should be quick about it.”
She watched as pants followed by smalls came off next, “What if they walk in?”
Trev crawled naked into bed, up and over Leliana until she was straddling her hips. She reached down and gently pulled Leli up into a sitting position, lips millimeters apart.
“Then let them watch,” she breathed and closed the distance in a kiss that promised ‘always’ would be followed by forever.
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