A little Sera/Leliana for Femslash February, as inspired by @arcticwaters who suggested: since it's the month of femslash tho you know what would be cute? sera trying to show some love to all the ladies with little gifts but she can't figure out what to get leliana because she has such a crush on her that she keeps over thinking it and panicking and then idk kissing happens
“Cassandra was easy, I mean, how hard is it to find a smutty book? Don’t know that she’ll approve the one I picked, but, who doesn’t like tits?” Sera picked at the bread in front of them, and gave a waggle of her brows before shoving a piece into her mouth.
Leliana didn’t say anything right away, didn’t even have to, the wicked little grin she tried to hide behind the apple in her hand said enough. She chewed the fruit thoughtfully, like it really was something to consider, and Sera watched as a drop of moisture trailed from the apple downward, trickling over Leliana’s knuckles. If they weren’t already on the topic of tits and all, would that have seemed as filthy as it did now? Sera turned her gaze to the bread instead, avoided considering the answer, and worked at tearing off pieces from the loaf.
“Indeed.” Leliana gave a bit of a chuckle. “Although I don’t believe Cassandra would share the sentiment, unfortunately.”
Sera grumbled and wrinkled her nose. “Shame, that.”
Leliana just hummed knowingly in agreement. It wasn’t even their first time discussing Cassandra and whether or not she liked tits, but Sera appreciated not being the only one in the whole frigging place who was baffled by the Seeker and her supposed tastes.
“That’s everyone, really. Except–” Sera brushed away the breadcrumbs from the paper in front of her, a carefully organized mess of doodles and names that were all scratched off, a checklist of gifts for all the women in the Inquisition. All except one. She frowned. “There’s you, yeah? I don't… I don’t know what to get you.”
“Oh, Sera.” The way Leliana looked at her made the right gift feel even more important, added another reason for it to be the most important one on the list, because she looked like she didn’t even expect anything, like Sera was so good for even thinking of her. “Your visits alone are a gift. You needn’t get me anything.”
“Ha. I mean, you’re sweet and all, but, bullshit.” She eyed Leliana then, almost testing her, and yet she didn’t even blink, didn’t wince, didn’t do anything at all in protest. In fact, she smirked a little. Maybe she didn’t mind being called out like that, maybe even liked it, for all the times she got away with that kind of shit. Part of the job for her, wasn’t it? Sera couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
“I figure, you like my shitty jokes… I think. Makes you laugh, at least, and people keep saying that doesn’t happen much, yeah? But jokes aren’t a gift. Well, not really. And you like pranks, too, except--well, it’s supposed to be a nice thing, so, if someone else gets all grumpy because of it, that’s not fair. So… I don’t know. It’s not the same if I ask what you like. I just-” Sera let out a sigh, practically a huff, and gave a defeated shrug of her shoulders. “I wanted to do something nice. Cause… well, cause you’re nice.”
Leliana stood quiet, all thoughtful with that little quirked smile. Sera couldn’t tell what she was thinking, and it made her brow furrow, made her guts twist with regret for not having come up with something for her, anything at all.
“How about a kiss then?” She said it like it was nothing, as plain as could be in that sugary sweet voice of hers. Sera’s stomach twisted further, only this time into flutters that sprung up to her chest, tingly and warm, that made her cheeks feel hot despite the winter chill in the air.
“What?” Sera’s voice came out almost a squeak, betraying her attempt to remain collected. No frigging way was Sister Nightingale asking her for a kiss. She would say she considered her a friend, yeah, especially now, and sure, she had tried her hand at flirting too because she’s not blind–Leliana is pretty, and even prettier when she’s flushed and smiling at Sera like she’s the sweet one. But she never expected–
“Just a small one.“ Her smile reached her voice then, drew Sera’s attention back. She gave a glance at her mouth, lips quirked all coy and inviting like that. Yeah.
“Yeah, ‘course.” Sera barely nodded in acknowledgement and stepped forward cautiously, her eyes darting between Leliana’s lips and the ground in front of her. She couldn’t seem to bear to look her in the eye, half-convinced as she was that this was some sort of prank, but she scuffed her boots forward against the snow anyway, cause who was she to deny her a kiss? Maybe she was just lonely–after all, Sera had witnessed more than once how easily Leliana could drift into melancholy, some sort of quiet, angry hurt that shut down the little smile she harbored, the look in her eyes that sparked bright and warm when they talked. Sera lifted her head when she found her eyes level with Leliana’s cheek, close enough to catch the heavy leather smell from her armor, and the hint of something softer underneath, something like flowers, like incense, like Leliana. She sucked in a breath, the sudden intimacy of it all making her cheeks flush with heat, and tipped her chin up.
Leliana’s lips were cold as the air outside, but sweet from the apple, and she made the faintest sound at the press of Sera’s mouth. She lingered only for a moment, just long enough to feel Leliana’s breath warm against her skin, to feel the way she caught her lips in response, and then she was wheeling back, head ducked, trying not to grin.
“Cheers, yeah?” Sera snuck a glance at Leliana, caught her eyes briefly and–she was chuckling? It was quiet, barely noticeable, but she sure looked damn pleased with herself while she did it. Sera’s brow furrowed, sure that her expression would give away the whole jumble of emotions that ran over her. But before she could settle on one like embarrassment or even confusion, Leliana was stilling her laughter, bowing her head with a soft look.
“Sera--” She half looked like she was going to say something, had Sera fooled at least. But then Leliana was next to her again, already so close, her fingers light against Sera’s jaw like she was something precious, her lips pressing soft against her cheek. “That’s all I meant. Although your interpretation was quite nice. Thank you.”
“What? Shit-” Sera took a step back, sucked in a breath of crisp, shitty Fereldan air that didn’t smell like Leliana, didn’t make her head all fuzzy like being that close to her did–and stumbled, her ankle rolling on a rock that jutted out from the dirt. “Piss!” She caught herself easily enough, but not before she looked a total fool. First she’s kissing the frigging spymaster of the Inquisition, and then she’s tripping over her own damn feet.
“On the contrary.” Leliana’s hand caught against Sera’s shoulder, offering to steady her, even as she steadied herself. Sera was cursing the way her cheeks burned over her clumsy assumption, and yet Leliana was looking at her as if she were charming, a perfect delight.
“You what?” Sera nearly scowled at the word; familiar, yeah, but it still came across as foreign.
“I simply mean you shouldn’t worry.” Leliana smoothed her hand against Sera’s shoulder before drawing back, allowing the space between them. “It was a very pleasant surprise, like one would hope for any good gift.”
“Right.” Sera let out a breath, trying to push out all the nerves and feelings that she hadn’t expected to spring up; but then, who was she not to get flustered by the likes of someone like Leliana? She wasn’t scary like all the talk she heard all hushed in the courtyard and back hallways, not that at all--she was sweet, quiet like she was all thoughtful about everything, and pretty as ever, especially with that wicked sense of humor she kept hidden like her daggers. So yeah, of course she had kissed her. And Leliana didn’t seem to mind.
Instead, Sera tried a grin. “You’re welcome?”
Leliana just laughed, a pleased little sound that matched her smile. “Yes, quite.”
