Solas tries not to let it bother him, but he can't help but be annoyed at all those vying for Lavellan's attention.
Jealousy
It had been a perfectly normal day, well, as normal as any one of Lavellan's days have been since she got that blasted Mark on her hand. Fighting bandits, courier missions, and then the fancy and elaborate Orlesian ball at Halamshiral to end the day off. Like she said: perfectly normal. But one thing that wasn't quite normal was a certain bald elven apostate mage scowling; well, Solas scowling was quite normal, but the nature behind his scowling was different than it usually was.
Solas scowled at a lot of things, Sera's comments and tea immediately coming to the forefront of her mind. Most of the time, Lavellan is able to calm him down with a kiss to the cheek, a bit of nuzzling, or her hands finding their way to his shoulders and giving him a massage, usually in that order. However, this time, her favorite elven Fade expert seemed to be quietly simmering and nothing she could do would calm him down.
Her pouting seemed to have gotten his attention for he turned from the fresco of the Winter Palace that he had been working on.
"Vhenan? Is something the matter?" Lavellan shrugged.
"I really should be asking you that," she replied. Before he could respond, she continued, "You seem to be slightly ang- well, not angry per say, but irritated." Solas gave a sigh, setting down his paint brush and making his way over to her.
"I can never be angry with you, vhenan," he said, sitting down onto the sofa next to her and putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. She looked up at him.
"Then what are you upset about?"
"It's really nothing, vhenan." He was trying to dodge the subject again. Lavellan gave a pout, reaching up from under his arms and wrapping her own arms around his neck.
"You sure?" She tucked her head under his chin. He gave a barely noticeable shudder before wrapping his arms around her.
"Positive." The two sat like that for a time before Solas pulled back. Lavellan blinked in slight confusion before his hands cupped her face and he kissed her.
It was a hot, fiery kiss, and she would swear that it was slightly possessive. He bit her lip before moving to her neck, placing open mouth kisses on her exposed skin. She let out a soft moan as his kisses neared the tip of her ear (hazily, she sent an apology to Dorian if he could hear what they were doing) when he pulled back.
"Mine." It was a hissed whisper before his lips met hers once again. Then suddenly she understood, and her heart swelled in such happiness that she smiled against his lips.
"Yours."
He seemed to relax, his kisses becoming oh so sweet, and Lavellan was reminded again as to how much she loves him. Plus, now she had something to tease him about.
