If Morrigan has her way, because she is greedy and hoards bright glittering things such as every trinket Jonas ever pressed into her hands with some shrug, some story, or simply because he'd vexed her and realised the error of his ways, she wants more of this. More of Leliana unguarded, willingly so. Yes, she does like to catch people unawares in the same way a wolf or a hawk enjoys catching prey by surprise, but it means more, like this. Like an offering.

She wants Leliana out of her armour, she thinks, to walk her fingers up her arm with ice at the tips to see how much she shivers, if she'll fight the gasp, if she'll try to keep still, how long she'll manage to hold her composure. She hopes she'll laugh. If she slides them over her ribs then up, if she warms the palms suddenly in something that would be an apology if it wasn't her.

Thoughts for another time because now there is this, there is so much wanting in her that it makes her ache, and yes she's afraid because when isn't she afraid when it comes to things she wants? When so much of her life was spent being denied, when she must look over her shoulder but Leliana understands that so well, and Leliana would never abuse that. There's a sound of complaint that she almost manages, smothered by the kiss because the chainmail is cold and her skin is aflame, flushed all the way down her throat, and goosebumps break out because well, she wears very little.

When the kiss ends, or rather several later, because she is reluctant to part to breathe, so she kisses Leliana again, because she can and she revels in it the way she does her magic, she still manages to sound a little put out. "You might remove the armour next time, tis very cold." The shiver is entirely ridiculous but then are they not prone to that?

(Twas cold in the dungeon, and cold in her rooms all alone after that and all the nights after Leliana.)