Diana woke up and felt a warm body holding her. Zevran smelled like leather, a scent she was rather fond of, come to think of it. This was like any other morning, but still unlike any she had. So that's what it feels like. She felt ashamed, the alcohol must have provoked her animal instincts. She thought about Alistair, of that night when he gave her the rose and the shy kiss they shared. She remembered when he told her that he cared about her more then just being a fellow Grey Warden. Andraste's Ass, she didn't want to face today. She felt movement behind her and saw Zevran's wicked smile. "Good morning my dear, did you sleep well last night, well, the little sleep considering..." He started to nibble on her shoulders. She shivered, he chuckled.

They were awake before anyone else, and had begun to pack their belongings.

She looked at Zevran, who was working to get his tent folded. His slimming, muscular, tanned body, Maker, he's attractive. He was an evil, evil man. Seduced her with his...talk. Gah, how can she blame him for this? She invited him to her tent, not the other way around. She did not regret the night they shared. So why all the angry feelings? Was it guilt, for Alistair? Diana slapped herself mentally.

She saw Leliana appear from her tent.

"Ey, Leli, you forgot your watch last night."

Leliana laughed.

"Actually I didn't, you just didn't hear me," She said with a wicked grin.

Diana blushed.

"I tucked in, when dawn appeared.." she continued.

"Oh, ok, sorry."

"How did you sleep last night?"
"Yes, yes very good." Diana mumbled, feeling her cheeks getting hot. She surely must look red in the face.
"Mhm, I'm sure," Leliana was at the burst of laughing and she hugged her and she whispered:

"So how was he? He must have been something if he could make you moan that loud."

Diana wished she could just disappear from this awkward moment.

"Aw, you're so cute when you blush. You have good taste anyway, he's an attractive one your Zevran," Leliana giggled, she noticed the assassin was done packing his tent and got closer to them, she said:

"Oh, Diana, when we get to Denerim you better get ready for some shopping. Don't leave me alone this time!" She said with a pout lip, "I always wanted to see you in a dress. You would be so beautiful in one."
"What's wrong with her beauty now? You should see her..." An Antivan accent joined the conversation.

Diana felt her face go red. She did not wish them to continue.

"Let's go to Redcliffe as soon as possible,"
she interrupted before the bard and the assassin could continue their babbling.
"Everyone is still asleep. Leliana will you do the honors?" Diana smiled

"Of course!" She bowed and took the pan and the metal spoon from the fire place, where they had kept their cooking supplies for the night. She banged the pan with the spoon which was very loud and in the matter of minutes the entire fellowship were wide awake.

When Diana was back at her tent, she found the gloves she'd given Zevran.

"I was looking for those."

She felt his hand on her shoulders and gave the gloves to him.
"Thank you, pet"
"Zev..."

She couldn't understand why she was so upset with him and her words blurted out before she could stop it.

--

"Hmm?"

"Is this a game to you?"
He seemed surprised by her question.

"What do you mean?"

"Last night...was it a game to you? Did you achieve your goal as lover? Getting the virgin in bed?"

The Warden sounded angry.

"I don't understand," he turned her so he could see her "have I done something wrong? As I recall you invited me to your tent."

"Maybe this didn't mean anything to you. But unfortunately...it has for me." She said looking down on her hands.

He did not like the sound of this conversation, he hasn't come terms with his inner war about what he had been feeling lately for her.

She looked at him with those green penetrating eyes.

He was an coward.

"My dear, last night, was a night like any other. One we both enjoyed, no? Let me make it simple for you my Warden. You should go after your fancies as you like as will I. Let's not make this a bigger issue then it is."

He was a coward, he needed to protect himself, from whatever this is. Her eyes grew furious, she slapped him on the cheek, and stormed off.

It was exactly what he deserved. He rubbed his cheek. How could he explain something to her that he didn't understand himself. Everything he was taught by the Crow's told him this is wrong. His feelings were wrong, he always told himself it was only temptation, but something else was growing in him and he didn't like it. He knew how it ended last time.

He put on the gloves he got from her, they had her scent on them, roses, not hard to understand, since they had been lying on top of them.

He was a stupid man.