A/N: Written over tea, extremely bad weather and a bit of nostalgia. Just a warm up since I haven't written anything (creative-wise) in a looooong while D=
"Velanna, your lip is bleeding," Solona commented as she set a piping cup of hot tea before the woman.
"What?" Velanna asked in surprise, immediately licking her bottom lip. True enough, the metallic taste of blood was there. "Ugh, it's because of this foul weather," she groaned as she reached for a nearby hanky.
"Dry lips?" Solona interjected just as she stood between the kerchief and Velanna. Ignoring the woman's deadly glare, she beamed; "Let me."
"Ugh," Velanna groaned with a roll of her eyes. "If you must," she acceded.
And then Solona laid a lingering wet kiss on Velanna's lips. The senior warden had pulled back, sealing the cracked skin with a murmur of a spell before the elf could properly make a rebuttal.
"There, isn't that better?" Solona chirped.
A blush spread over Velanna's features.
"I hate you."