There would be a certain amount of satisfaction in ignoring Morrigan's warning. There is even a brief moment when her fingertips ghost over Morrigan's skin, Leliana leaning closer.
The particular quest is abandoned. Leliana, instead, keeps all her touches light - agonisingly so, because after the Fade she wants certainty and solidity and warmth. Her lips are the suggestion of a kiss, of its immediate possibility, against the point where neck and jaw meet; her hands slip, still feather light, until could anchor at Morrigan's hips if she let them. Whether it is teasing or playing a game born in ticklishness or simply an open invitation for Morrigan to accept rather than having tp refuse, she doesn't know. If it is the latter she hardly knows what the invitation is for.
"Am I mistaken in thinking you and I have begun something?"
An... entanglement, an involvement, a more than before.
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The particular quest is abandoned. Leliana, instead, keeps all her touches light - agonisingly so, because after the Fade she wants certainty and solidity and warmth. Her lips are the suggestion of a kiss, of its immediate possibility, against the point where neck and jaw meet; her hands slip, still feather light, until could anchor at Morrigan's hips if she let them. Whether it is teasing or playing a game born in ticklishness or simply an open invitation for Morrigan to accept rather than having tp refuse, she doesn't know. If it is the latter she hardly knows what the invitation is for.
"Am I mistaken in thinking you and I have begun something?"
An... entanglement, an involvement, a more than before.