A/N: Kinkfill time! Prompt is this:

The Human F Warden of your choosing is alone with Velanna somewhere in Vigils Keep, well away from anyone else. V is harping on, complaining about another imagined slight to a warden who has done everything for her and given all the thoughtful gifts. HumanFWarden (Preferably a Cousland but negotiable) just blows her stack, throws Velanna down and fucks the shit out of her. This being fantasy fiction ends up being a good thing.

That said, and I repeat, dubcon/noncon smut ahead. So refrain from reading if that's not your cup of tea, lest I risk offense. Thanks to TAM for putting up with this...yeah. =O

Disclaimer: Not mine, Bioware's and EA's. Derivative smut is, ahem, mine.

Warden-Commander Solona Amell sat by the bedside of her latest recruit, the elven mage, Velanna. The Grey Warden's Joining did the elf no favors; it had been days and she still lay passed out. Seneschal Varel, along with Anders, assured Solona that Velanna was in no danger and was merely recuperating with her prolonged slumber. That and she didn't need to keep vigil. She couldn't help it, though; she was nothing short of giddy about having another mage in the ranks. And one versed in Dalish magic, no less. There was Anders, of course, but she didn't really like him that much. She had something against men who constantly aired their fancy of bedding her. Velanna, well…from their brief encounter Solona knew that the elf was abrasive, to say the least, but a bit of hospitality should be enough to win her over.

Then Velanna's moan heralded her reunion with the living.

"Velanna! You're awake!" Solona cried, torn away from her musings. She immediately fussed over the woman as the latter roused; pouring a glass of water, spouting orders at a distant servant, and uttering thanks to an absent god, saying something along the lines of, "Oh thank the Maker I thought you'd never wake you fared worse than the others I can't believe—"

The other woman issued a harsh sound from her throat, stopping Solona's rambling. She then paid enough attention to the junior warden to see daggers being shot out of those large green eyes. Daggers directed at her. Solona's face crumpled in confusion.

Velanna helpfully (or spitefully) supplied, "Sorry to disappoint, shemlen, that I survived. Rest assured that I'll keep proving you wrong."

Solona could only stare at Velanna with her mouth open. The newest warden was already up and about from the bed before she managed "I didn't mean anything—"

"Save it, Commander," Velanna shot over her shoulder and was gone before Solona could mumble "oh right, Dalish."

A fine journal with a tree engraved on its leather-skin cover. When Solona first laid eyes on it she had to swoon; she couldn't help it, there was something about the smell of leather and paper that made her stir. Quite a bonus that upon closer inspection she realized it was a Trollskine journal. Maker knew how coveted the things were. Anders was in the group when they stumbled upon it and had hinted that he'd "very much like something fine to write on. Like you know…that thing in the Warden-Commander's pack." Solona had to decline as graciously as she could, just short of saying "stop it with the grabby hands, serah." And to think she just gave him silver bracers and gold earrings. Besides, she certainly could keep something for herself, just this once.

So off she went, new journal in hand as she walked hurriedly through the Great Hall, mind already upon scribbling the day's events and a spell combination she had discovered. She stopped, however, upon seeing Velanna simmering by the bookshelves and shuffling through loose goatskin parchments stained with dark ink. She didn't need an imagination to know what happened.

An idea struck Solona. She had given the junior warden many elven trinkets; she had yet to present her with anything of human-make. And Trollskine label aside, it was a damn fine journal; even if Velanna wasn't familiar with its origins she would appreciate it. At least Solona hoped. So, with chest puffed out with pride, she wordlessly thrust the precious journal before a very surprised elf.

"For you," Solona explained, and Velanna's surprise turned into suspicion.

"What is it?" Velanna asked as she took the journal, handling it as if it could explode any moment.

"It's a journal," Solona said, watching with unveiled excitement as Velanna begin to flip through the small thing. When Velanna's unbridled joy and thanks did not come, she elaborated. "It's a Trollskine journal!" Solona exclaimed, her face almost cracking into pieces from the sheer excitement in her voice and her wide smile. "And a very fine one, don't you agree?"

Velanna calmly closed the journal and placed it on the table beside them, as if she was holding a dead rat. "It's…a blank book," she said, clearly ambivalent.

The bright smile on Solona's face was replaced with livid open-mouthed shock. "You write on it," she rambled on but Velanna only stared at her as if she was saying how she should use the dead rat. "It probably costs thirty sovereigns. Or more." When the elf still didn't seem impressed, she flailed her arms to her sides and cried,

"It has a TREE on it!"

Velanna turned indignant. "So I'm supposed to be impressed with this overpriced little thing that was brought into being with only the Creators know how many dead trees because it has a tree, which I should like because I'm an elf!" she huffed shrilly.

Solona couldn't help but bring a palm to her face. With every bit of patience in her body she counted backwards from ten then wiped her face and voice clean of frustration. "I don't know how many dead trees, Velanna, and you did say you like trees so…" she said as amiably she could muster and regarded the woman with a crooked smile. Velanna's expression softened just a tiny bit, which allowed her a sigh. "Look, all I know is that I thought you might like it hence it's yours," Solona mumbled.

The two mages engaged in a long staring match, with Solona waiting for a strike of uncharacteristic graciousness from the other woman. Dear Maker, Velanna was just as difficult as Morrigan or even more so. After all, Morrigan could say 'thank you', even if it was pried through the nose. Thus, it was no surprise that Velanna simply yielded a nod and tucked the journal into her robes. "Very well Warden-Commander. I'll keep it."

Conceding that was the best she would get, Solona marched swiftly into her quarters. She buried her head into the nearest pillow and screamed profanities until her throat hurt.

With the darkspawn finally cowed and back underground, Solona sat alone in her personal library, leisurely sipping a piping cup of hot tea. Truly leisurely, for she was sure no one would come barging in with some earth-shattering emergency that required her attention. She had given her personnel the week off and most had chosen to spend it outside the Keep. Among the Wardens, only Nathaniel was present for he, along with Varel, were charged with overseeing the Keep's repairs. Initially Mistress Woolsey wanted to thrust that damnable task on her as well but Solona stood her ground, ominously suggesting that a sloth demon had started tempting her for rest. That immediately weaseled herself out of the matter. Only the builders' busy noises echoed through the old halls.

Hence, intent on doing nothing but reading and lolling as a noble would, Solona sipped her Marcher-blend tea as her eyes skimmed through the book. She was so set on doing nothing productive that day that she was even reading, Maker forbid, romance. Ah, if only that buffoon Alistair didn't have to be King she wouldn't be reading about it and instead be living it. She should have just picked Leliana instead; if only the Orlesian wasn't so coy she'd have picked up on it but noooo, Leliana had to blubber about Solona's gorgeous hair rather than her full and perky breasts. But, it was Solona's fault as well for being dense and only catching the hints months after the woman left.

Oh well. What they say about hindsight…

Solona was just drawing parallels between her failed love life and the book's plot when urgent knocks came rapping upon the door. She groaned, briefly wondering if she could magic the visitor away. Nothing came to mind that wouldn't result with the visitor's horrible death. She sighed. "Who is it?" she asked.

"Velanna."

"Shite," Solona said and immediately hoped it wasn't too loud. Of course, Velanna stayed in, having no family to visit as she was an exile. Not like she had any friends to visit either, considering the elf wasn't exactly a bundle of congeniality. She sniggered at the thought.

Another knock. "Warden-Commander," Velanna called out, impatience hinting. "May I come in?"

"Of course, Velanna. It's unlocked," Solona answered and was soon out of her seat, preparing tea for her guest. The woman might be an insufferable shrew but her long-forgotten mother would be ashamed if she didn't mind her manners. As she tinkered with the tea leaves and kettle she heard Velanna come in. With her back to the elf, Solona started what would have been a pleasant greeting but—

"We need to talk. Now."

Well that's properly ominous. Suddenly Solona was wishing she had given the 'magicked away' option more thought. Still, with patience and grace that was gained only through noble upbringing and dealing with Morrigan, the Warden-Commander plastered a smile to her face and turned to Velanna. "Sure. What's the matter?" she asked, then made a show of the tea-time implements in her hands. "Oh, and care for tea?"

Velanna ignored the latter question and plowed ahead with 'the Matter'. The elven mage slammed a hand on Solona's innocent table and spat, "You made me lose my sister."

Solona's brows almost disappeared up on her forehead given how nonplussed she was. "Pardon, what?" she asked, voice quite flat with disbelief at the sudden accusation.

"You killed the Architect and made me lose her! I joined the Wardens and took in this cursed taint just to find Seranni but you, you made me lose her anyway!" Velanna slurred through gritted teeth as she planted a rude finger at Solona's chest, its tip gleaming dangerously with heated magic.

It took more than a moment for Solona's mind to absorb the words. Thankfully, her instincts were faster and a timely barrier was summoned to keep her robes from burning. She immediately stepped away from the brazen elf, her mind juggling between diplomacy and asserting authority, which was decidedly hard since her temper was on the rise as well. Velanna couldn't seriously fault her for ridding the world of such a dangerous creature; she didn't want another lapse like she had with the Archdemon. Solona dropped that line of thought before her temper could rise any more and composed herself. "Velanna," she began smoothly, "calm down and sit."

"No, I'm not calming down!" the elf cried, swatting the kettle and teacup from the Warden-Commander's hands. The elegant silverware and precious porcelain crashed helplessly to the side. The horror of the action had yet to dawn upon Solona when the elf moved beyond the desk, her hands glowing with heat and threatening before the senior warden. "That was the only reason I joined the Wardens and what, you couldn't even give me that!" And then the elf was before Solona, shoving the stunned speechless woman back with her flaming hands. "And since we're on the matter, what have you done for me, Commander? Nothing! I could've done without that junk and patronizing trash you've spouted, but instead, you and that narrow mind of yours cost me my—!"

"My teacup," Solona whispered.

"—teacup! What? No!" Velanna howled and gave Solona a mighty push, forcing the latter to a corner of the room. The fiery Dalish was literally flaming now, her forearms pulsing with yellow heat. "Are you even listening, shemlen?" she demanded.

Meanwhile, Solona was a complete blank as she stared at the mentioned teacup. It looked irreparably broken in a hundred pieces, its curved handle facing her in the shape of a smile. Quite an ironic picture, really. A vague memory emerged from her mind.

An older woman, beautiful and noble, with dark hair and blue eyes quite like hers, wept silently as she held tiny hands in her own. Within their grasp, a small teacup; a family heirloom. It was the only thing she could bring. "Keep it, my child," the woman said and kissed her forehead. "You'll always be an Amell."

A single sob and Solona's shoulders fell then rose just as quickly. She turned slowly to Velanna as darkness overtook her features. It was foreboding enough to give the elf pause that she stepped back but was still defiant, her flaming hands proving as much. A quiet chant and a wave of Solona's hand, however, took care of that and extinguished the elf's magic. Any other time Solona would've been alarmed at the sight of Velanna in panic but she was too furious for that. Instead, she relished it. She had to laugh when she felt Velanna try to draw more magic from the Fade; it was such a futile effort. Another spell and Velanna was trapped in suspension.

"What are you—"

"Spirit magic. Highest marks in Kinloch's history," Solona answered preemptively as she stood before Velanna, grabbing the elf by her chin. Her face came close to Velanna's as she met glare with glare, so close that Solona could feel the heat from the fiery mage, who was still trying to draw on her increasingly low mana. Direct contact made the draining all too easy. "Save it, elf. I could cut you from the Fade if I pleased," Solona snarled as she pulled Velanna's face closer, drawing a wince from the woman. Solona obviously cared not and continued her spiel. "Not that you'd know because I'm a just bloody useless shem to you, am I not?"

Velanna scoffed and spat at her face.

Whatever patience Solona had left flew away with the insult as white fingers tightened on the elf's sharp chin, so much that it hurt. By the look on Velanna's face, she was suffering even more. "You bloody ingrate," Solona hissed as she wiped the insult away, "I took you in despite your selfishness and crimes, done everything short of breaking my back to earn your civility yet now you insult me for doing what I had to do, what any Warden has to do but noooo, you still call me a shemlen and wreck the only thing I have left from my family." Velanna flinched at the end of the statement but if Solona noticed she gave no indication, not missing a heartbeat.

"Well, I give up on civility, Velanna, I give up. If it's spite I'm earning," Solona exhaled as her hands moved down to the hem of the elf's scant robes, ripping it off the startled woman just as she broke the spell and sent the latter on the floor. "I'll make sure I deserve it," she concluded with a scowl.

Velanna seemed none the wiser of her state of undress until she looked down on herself. Green eyes widened briefly with fear before flicking back to Solona, challenging. "You wouldn't dare, shemlen," she hissed.

A tingle beneath her skin told Solona that the elven mage was again trying to draw power from the Fade, this time fighting harder than before. Solona bit the inside of her cheek, covertly drawing power from her tainted blood. If she was going to teach the elf a lesson, she had to make good on her earlier threat. Drawing on every shred of mana within her and the Taint, Solona lashed with a chant and expelled Velanna's magic. The invisible force was enough to stagger her on her feet whilst Velanna, who was already prone on the floor, now lay groggily on her back. Not one to miss an opportunity, Solona hobbled to the drained mage and mounted her. Truth be told she had no idea what should be done beyond this point and as her gaze flickered over the half-naked form beneath, she could only hope her instincts would tide her through.

"Filthy shemlen," Velanna slurred as she lamely struggled beneath Solona, effects of the mana clash quite evident, "get off me…!"

"I'll show you who's a filthy shemlen, knife-ear," Solona fired back, catching both of Velanna's wrists with one hand and pinned it above her head then covered those rude lips with her own. Perhaps from shock, Velanna opened her mouth upon contact but Solona only took it as an invitation to plunder, plunging her tongue so deeply that she felt the vibrating protest from the elf's throat. Demanding and forceful, Solona explored every bit of the elf's sullen mouth, all the while careful to coat her tongue with just enough electricity to deter any attempts at biting as her free hand got busy groping Velanna's breasts. Her fingers just removed those pesky bindings when a small moan escaped the elven woman's mouth.

That tiny noise startled Solona enough to break the kiss and pay closer notice to Velanna. The feeble thrashing had halted and Solona was met with half-lidded green eyes regarding her through dark blond lashes. She likewise couldn't help but notice the rosy flush on the elf's face that ran down to a meager chest, rising and falling quickly in cadence with the loud beating behind her ears. Finally, her eyes lingered on the ruby lips that hung barely open and wet with want.

Solona bit her bottom lip as her high emotions ran in another direction, igniting familiar heat low in her stomach. "Enjoying this, aren't you?" she murmured as her free hand idly stroked one of the woman's exposed flanks.

Velanna's eyes shot wide open, immediately indignant with her quivering lips in denial. "How dare you even—ah!"

"Dares are moot," mumbled Solona as she nibbled on the tip of Velanna's ear, savoring the shiver her action had elicited. She idly mused how true the smut rags were right about elves' ears as she dragged her tongue from a tapered end down to a fleshy lobe, reaping higher and higher gasps along the way. Pausing at the junction between lobe and neck, Solona hissed, "I'm fucking you and you'll just have to enjoy it."

Without preamble, Solona dipped her hand into Velanna's smalls and cupped her sex. A wicked grin appeared on her lips as she met the impossibly-flustered elf's gaze. "You're more honest on this end," Solona remarked as she dragged a finger between the soaked and smooth folds, sinfully enjoying the restrained whimpers Velanna produced. It wasn't long before she stumbled upon a little bundle of need and stroked it accordingly. Still, to the plucky elf's credit, Velanna kept fighting, spouting elven curses and thrashing as much as her smaller body could allow. The cursing and thrashing, Solona could manage but the hand restraining the woman's wrists was growing numb and she was aching to touch every bit of Velanna with both hands. With undue haste, the gifted mage conjured earthen manacles joined to the floor, effectively holding the woman's wrists. Solona couldn't help but cackle at the useless rage on Velanna's face. "Oh, don't look at me like that, Velanna," she mewled against the hollow of the woman's throat and fondled a breast with her recently liberated hand, "all the more to pleasure you with."

"Ar tu na'din, Solo'nah, ar tu na'din!"

"Say what? 'Fuck me now, Solona, fuck me now'?"

Velanna opened her maw undoubtedly to scream the correct translation but instead gasped as two of Solona's fingers penetrated her. The senior warden dispensed with gentleness, throwing shoulder and arm into the effort, coaxing wordless cries from the other woman as she pumped with impunity. Each wet smack of Velanna's hot lips against her knuckle sent shivers down her spine; Solona had never thought herself so easily excitable until now. Another thrust and she summoned a thin ridge of ice over her curled fingers, filling and granting more friction to the increasingly incoherent woman. She spared a glance at Velanna's visage; breasts bouncing in rhythm, glistening lines of lean muscle tensing with each of her strokes, and the previously harsh expression on her face replaced with vulgar pleasure. The sight was enough to make Solona groan as a new wave of arousal coursed through her.

Desperate to have something in her mouth, Solona latched onto a lonely nipple, sucking against it as her free hand resumed the kneading of the other mound. She sucked so hard she was certain it'd leave a mark. Not that it seemed to matter, since Velanna pressed harder against her mouth in response. Solona moaned against the moist skin; Velanna was soft, so very soft it was intoxicating.

"Oh, oh Creators, I'm—" Velanna gasped as her hips jerked faster, bucking so wildly that Solona had trouble maintaining their rhythm and just like that the crafty mage had an idea. With a breast in her mouth, Solona murmured a spell and cast magic on herself; her engaged arm, in particular. Almost instantly, her movements picked up speed, more than meeting the elf's punishing pace. Velanna's gasps became shorter and louder, her legs locking around Solona's hips, granting greater access to her depths. Solona herself was down to worshiping every inch of Velanna's bare torso with her lips and tongue; she was so thoroughly enthralled with the woman that she was already wondering when she could lay with her again. But first things first…

If it worked, she owed Anders a big fat kiss. As soon as Velanna's walls clamped around her digits, Solona coursed feeble electricity to her fingertips, cold meeting shock and rubbed right at the elf's sensitive core.

The cry that tore through Velanna's throat was nothing short of deafening.

And then she fainted. In the heights of orgasm, spasms and all, Velanna fainted with Solona still in her.

Solona stared dumbly at the quivering woman before her, feeling her aftershocks (all seven of them) through her fingertips.

…

All she could say was, to quote Alistair;

"Wow. Just…wow.

Solona paced restively in the hallway leading to Velanna's room. Almost a week had passed since their…tryst(?) and she had more than enough time to realize what a horrible monster she was. Her conscience had been bothering her to no end and she was losing sleep over the anxiety of Velanna burning her alive the next chance she got. It was deserved, of course; no matter how she analyzed what happened it came to the unassailable conclusion that she was a full-pledged rapist. A rapist! Her? Why yes, who else shackled and nailed the resident Dalish exile to unconsciousness? As far as she knew, only her. What if Velanna told on her? Oh, she could already see new titles in her mind; The Rapist of Ferelden, Violator of Dalish Shrews! She had attempted to apologize to Velanna but the already slippery woman had been harder to find, whatever brief sightings she had of her were in the communal meetings wherein she could not very well say "I apologize for losing my temper and, consequently, violating you." Moreover, any invitations to speak in private were summarily rejected with a deadly glare.

Hence, here she was this lovely evening, outside Velanna's door, "I'm Sorry" bouquet in hand and three bottles of potent lyrium potion in her pocket, ready for the well-deserved lashing the Dalish would undoubtedly serve. All she could hope for was for her face to be spared. Hah, vanity.

She inhaled, then knocked thrice.

Silence.

Solona was just about to announce herself but decided against it, sure that the woman would deny her preemptively if she knew it was her. Instead, she knocked louder.

"Ugh," Velanna groaned from inside her room. "Go away, shemlen!"

For anyone acquainted with Velanna, the woman's dismissals were likewise her greetings. Thus, she kept knocking.

Soon, the door flew open and thankfully not in her direction. Solona found herself face-to-face with Velanna, who seemed properly surprised. Meanwhile, and much to Solona's consternation, her mind first noted how ravishing the woman was with her hair down.

Priorities, Solona.

Fully anticipating the door shutting soon, Solona stuck her foot to the doorway. Moments passed, however, but the door remained open.

"What are you doing?" Velanna finally asked, gesturing to her guest's foot.

Solona looked down at her leg. "Oh, I just thought that…" she stammered and straightened her posture, then, feeling foolish, offered the flowers instead. "Here, I'm sorry! For you," she blurted out and bowed low before the junior warden. She mentally chastised herself for how lame her apology went.

Velanna looked at the bouquet for a long while but did not take it. Her face was nigh unreadable when she regarded Solona. "Wait here," she commanded.

So waited Solona did. She was smart enough not to ask why and silently watched Velanna rummage through her cupboard. Why she complied and waited was another matter. What if Velanna was sorting through torture devices?

…unless they're erotic torture devices then…oh, I should stop reading those books.

"Here," Velanna muttered as she thrust a small velvet parcel to Solona, effectively knocking her from her thoughts. She looked to the package then Velanna in confusion. "Just…just look at it, alright?" the elf shrilled then snatched the bouquet away from the senior warden's hands. "There, do it while I hold this for you," she ordered.

Solona took and unwrapped the package warily, sensing a tingle of magic emanating from it. She tried to pin down what kind of enchantment it was and found that it was something…benign, at most. Again, she looked at Velanna, who seemed ready to snap the order again.

Deciding it couldn't be worse than what she had already resigned herself to, Solona fished out the parcel's content.

"Oh!"

Solona cradled in her hands the restored Amell teacup. She raised it before her and to the light, still unbelieving of how flawless it was given she saw how it shattered to innumerable pieces. She slowly examined every nook and cranny of the thing and much to her awe, it was just as perfect as it was before. "H-how, when did you—"

"While you were sleeping," Velanna replied baldfaced; even a half-wit could read the implication in her words.

Fortunately, Solona was more than a half-wit, lifting a skeptical eyebrow. She didn't live as long as she did by sleeping like a log.

"Fine, while you were in Amaranthine. Happy?"

"Very, thank you!" Solona piped happily, visibly relaxing as she held the teacup close to her heart. Before thoughts of her lost home could reduce her to a blubbering mass of tears, she regarded Velanna hopefully. She tried to recall her prepared apology but found her lips betraying her. "Are we…you know, I mean, I'm truly—"

"Accepted," Velanna snapped and bowed to look at her bare feet as if those were suddenly more interesting than the awkward conversation.

Of course, Solona was inclined to agree, doing the same albeit looking at her own shoes. When it became apparent that neither of them had anything else to say, Solona tucked the good-as-new teacup back in its velvet pouch and her ill-advised disappointment along with it. "Well, I promised Oghren I'll mind his child with him tonight so…" she trailed off as slowly she spun on her heel, "so goodnight, Velanna." She had gotten not three paces away from her junior when the latter called.

"Commander!"

The intensity in Velanna's voice promptly stopped the Warden-Commander in her tracks and for a moment she was sure the Dalish mage changed her mind about letting her leave whole. That was, until, she looked over her shoulder and saw Velanna flustered and scowling. Anyone else might have mistaken it as righteous fury but not Solona; she recognized Velanna's demeanor quite clearly. A small grin graced her lips.

"Those…uhm…spells, you did," Velanna heaved out as if she just birthed a calf, "could you, maybe…show them to me again?"

"Of course, Velanna," Solona answered smoothly, feeling her jaw ache as she tried to keep her face blank. "When would you prefer?" she asked and walked back to the woman, now confident she wasn't going to be roasted alive anytime soon. She lightly touched the elf's forearm with her fingers, its tips humming with taunting electricity.

"Soon," Velanna murmured, then Solona added cold for good measure. The elf was practically trembling. "No, soonest, Commander," she revised with a shaky breath.

"'Solo'nah' is fine," she chirped in faux-Dalish lilt and stepped back. "Leave your door unlocked for later," she whispered. Velanna nodded weakly and Solona was soon on her way, mind not on the mundane task ahead of her. Coincidentally, she ran into Anders halfway to the Great Hall.

"Oh, Commander, did you see Ser Pounce-a-lot? He's not in my—"

He was cut off by Solona laying the Big Fat Kiss on his cheek. And then she left, humming a happy tune with a very bewildered and delighted healer in her wake.