I could not resist: ""What did you dream about?"
”What did you dream about?”
Naya almost choked on her tea at Silvass’s question. She had carefully avoided looking at him ever since she woke up, too embarrassed of the erotic dream she had had to even look at him. It wasn’t her first erotic dream, and certainly not the first about him, or about Stiv, but it had been more intense and more real than her dreams usually were. She had woken up out of breath and panting, possible even moaning in satisfaction from her dream. Oh kriff. She closed her eyes. Had he noticed? Their camp was small, with just the two of them. Why else would he ask her what she had dreamt about? Naya winced, feeling her cheeks heat up even further.
Silvass watched his friend trying to hide behind the cup of tea he had made for her. She still wasn’t looking at him, and he tried hard not to smile at the flustered look on her face. Her dream was clearly still affecting her, and since she had been avoiding him all morning he couldn’t help but wonder what, or who, she had dreamt about. The needy little noises she had made had been fascinating, and arousing he had to admit. He wanted to assure her that it was okay, that she didn’t need to feel embarrassed in his presence.
”Naya? I’ve noticed you’re avoiding me,” he said, watching her squirm slightly as she took another sip of the tea. ”If it’s not a dream that is troubling you… is it something I’ve done?”
Naya spluttered on her tea, face turning even more red as she desperately tried not to choke on the warm liquid. Ah, so he had been right; he had been in her dream.