Lavellan tossed and turned under her blankets, unable to sleep despite how exhausted she was from a day full of stress and physical exertion. She wished she could blame it on the strangeness of the luxurious human-style bed that had been provided for her quarters in Skyhold, but she knew that the bed wasn't to blame for her restlessness.

She couldn't get the incident in the Fade out of her mind.

Lavellan had never kissed anyone before, had never wanted to kiss anyone before. For the longest time she'd thought she was like another hunter in her clan, Malien, who was very open about the fact that they were never going to be interested in anyone, ever, no matter how attractive the prospective suitor or how flattering the offer.

She'd been wrong.

She wanted to kiss Solas again. She wanted him to kiss her again. In the Fade he'd been very, very enthusiastic about it. Well, right up until he hadn't.

Inwardly, she cursed her rash actions following that surprising dream. She had flung herself out of bed the moment she'd woke and rushed down to the rotunda to -what? Confront Solas? Demand an explanation? Fling herself at him? In any case, she'd done none of those things. Solas had looked up as she'd entered, and as she met his gaze her brain had drawn a blank. She had managed to stammer out an apology for taking liberties, promised never to do it again and then fled. He'd barely had a chance to speak.

Creators, she groaned silently as she recalled her panicked, rambling apology. He must think me a complete fool.

Lavellan buried her face in her hands, half expecting her cheeks to physically burst into flames. She still didn't know if he was interested in her at all.

How would I even phrase it? She wondered. Hey Solas, I really enjoyed the last time you practically pounced on me and stuck your tongue in my mouth. Would you consider doing it again?

She didn't even want to imagine his response. Though she suspected awkwardness would probably feature heavily.

And now of course, thanks to Sera's damn inquisitiveness and refusal to take a hint, he knew that she'd never kissed anyone else. At least, she was pretty sure that he'd guessed. Certainly he'd gone quite pale all of a sudden and gone off to his tent in a hurry.

Make that horrified awkwardness then.