(his mouth feels hot against her skin in the best sort of way. she needs to be wanted right now, and it matters that it's him. she remembers on the mountain, before everything went to shit, how he admitted the worst moment when her smel left. even if he doesn't say it in words she can feel his need, the fear of her disappearing on him now.
her breath becomes a little shallower and she her hands explore his chest, as if trying to memorize each scar, to have something to remember and cling to in case this all does go to shit. )
[The body under her hands has survived things most wouldn't, first the mutations that made him what he is, then in no small part because of that, injuries and poisons that would have killed others. Some of them should have killed him too. He's lucky to have lived through those injuries, but he bears the scars.
He imagines he can feel each of them under her fingers.]
Yen?
[He's not sure if he says her name for her or for himself, or what he's asking for, but her name is the only thing that comes.]
(when he says her name she can't help but pull back just enough so that violet eyes can collide with golden ones. it's a mistake, leaving her feeling much more exposed than she did moments ago. it is more intimate than they've ever allowed themselves to be with one another -- at least the real them. she has plenty of false memories of intimacy. of things that resembled love making more than fucking.)
Yes?
(she doesn't know what he'll say, if anything, but she finds herself almost desperate to find out.)
(she can't help but think about that night on the mountain, when he told her about how he dreaded the moment she left. being left with her smell. she remembers how shit everything went fairly quickly after that.
she also remembers a lifetime and marriage together, sharing the same bed night after night, never tiring of one another. the divide between the two memories is stark and leaves her torn. for a moment it feels almost like she can't breathe. she should get up. she should leave before this goes any further --
but she doesn't want to, is the thing. not really. not with how alone she feels already. maybe it's crueler to stay when she hasn't told him everything, when she might break his heart still -- but she never claimed to be anything more than who she is. and he knows she'll play cards close to her chest if it means survival. besides, it's a last resort. one that'll hopefully never matter.
she's probably quiet for a moment too long before she finally manages an answer.)
[She's quiet long enough that Geralt almost takes it back, an awkward anticipation dripping down the back of his neck as he starts to expect her to leave. Worrying that he chased her off by trying to hold on.
The words are in his mouth when she agrees. Even knowing it isn't an easy choice for her, that her reactions are probably as messy and fraught as his own, that answer still gives him a sense of relief.
He nods then. Talking isn't what he's ever been best at anyway.
Another kiss will be good enough for no, cupping her cheek and reeling her in.]
(she kisses him back with no hesitance, parting her lips as an invitation. this was so much easier than trying to express all of the mixed up fraught emotions inside of her. she had been scared she took too long to answer, that he'd take back the request, but he doesn't. communication has never been either one of their strong points, it's almost impressive they managed to use words as much as they did. that improvement, right? or maybe just remnants of the versions of them who told each other everything. maybe a bit of both.)
[Verbal communication is exhausting to some degree. Or maybe Geralt is just exhausted with it. He doesn't know what to say or how to say it to express his reactions. He doesn't even know that it's his place to say it. He's not the one in danger. Probably Yennefer doesn't need to manage his feelings about that in addition to his own.
Instead he wraps his arms around her, strong and as confident as he can make them, and pulls her down on his chest. He kisses her hungrily, clearly hard in the confines of his pants as he arches toward her heat.]
(it wouldn't hurt to know he was worried that he cared. she knows...but it'd be nice to hear it. not that she would ever say that. she feels like she's exposed herself too much already. verbal communication truly can be exhausting.
besides, she can feel how much he wants her, wants to keep her here with him when he wraps his arms around her and pulls her down to his chest. she kisses him back with equal fervor as her hand sneaks between them to begin unlacing his pants so she can pull his hardened cock out, wrapping her hand around him. as much as she enjoys teasing him she doesn't think she'll be able to keep it up for long this time. her own need is too great.)
[Geralt breathes in a soft gasp when she touches him, her hands tantalizing around his hot cock. He arches into her hand, unwilling to let go of her to push his pants down further.
This is good enough for now.
He doesn't have words to encourage her, but the sounds he does make are encouragement.]
(the sounds, the grunts and groans escaping his lips, are more than enough encouragement for her. her hand begins to pump him, just a few times before she removes her hand so she can start working on stripping herself of her underclothes. normally she might take longer teasing him, drawing it out, but what she craves right now more than anything else is closeness.)
[In a way, this feels a bit more like them. Like the old them, before Hellburbia and Barbas's magic and their whole fake life together. It's the old haste, less romantically tender.
In another way, it's new, something grown out of Hell and their strange pain.
Which is also to say that Geralt shares her urgency, pulling her over him, into position over his cock.]
[Geralt grunts softly in response, bracing his body under her and savoring the closeness as she envelops him.
The kiss is welcome, his hand threading through her hair to pull her closer. As much as he tries to follow her lead, he can't hide his hunger for her.]
(she doesn't mind it at all, his hunger, the way he reels her in closer with the kiss. it feels good to be wanted. needed. she stays like that for a moment, just savoring the sensation of him inside of her before she begins to move against his hips, lifting hers just enough before moving them back down again.)
(for everything that can be hard or complicated between them, they were always good at this. both in their real life and their false one. that hasn't changed.
and fuck, it is good. she's in no hurry to finish either, but she's not in the mood to hold back either. it is almost as if they both need this, some kind of release, something they can only find with each other. she places her hands on his chest to steady herself as she continues to ride him)
[Her hands are hot on his chest, or maybe he's the one who's hot in reaction to her touch.
She moves on him so perfectly, the way her hips meet his, the urgency. He spreads his hands over her back, then up her ribs, caressing her body like he's memorizing the shape, reassuring himself he still knows it.
(his big, hot hands on her skin only spurs her on more. she breaks the kiss now, tilting her head back to cry out without abandon. she doesn't particularly care if someone hears her or not.
[Geralt watches Yen as she moves on him, the way she seems to exalt in having him, his gold eyes molten as he tracks her. His own breath comes in pants of exertion, little sounds.
(his eyes on her only spurs her on. yennefer likes being watched, honestly, and his golden stare is as hot as hands. and his words. fuck. her hand slips between them to rub at her clit, to make sure they both find their way over that ledge.)
Come. (her voice is raspy with need.) I want you to.
[Even if Yennefer hadn't given him permission, seeing her like that would have been enough to bring him right to the edge. She's beautiful like this, radiating pleasure.
The situation doesn't change that. Just makes it more... mixed. She's as beautiful as ever, even in the midst of desperation.
His hands grip her thighs, his body arching to meet her rhythm as he lets his control go.]
(he lets go of his control, and it doesn't take more than a few more strokes for her to tumble over that edge with him. her walls crash around him and she cries out his name as she rides out her orgasm. when it finally begins to subside she lets her body relax, curling up on top of him like a content cat. this doesn't change the desperation of everything she's facing, but it helps her remember she isn't facing it alone. it's something out of their other life, cuddling against him in the aftermath, but maybe it's okay.)
[Geralt circles his arms around her. There's something a little tentative about it. As though he's afraid she'll leave if he holds on too tight. At the same time, he doesn't want her to go.
If he could keep her here with nothing but his strength, he would.
For the time being, he stays quiet, doing anything to keep the moment a little longer.]
(for now, she has no plans on moving from exactly where she is. but they both know this is about more than what either one of them may or may not want. still, she had told him she would stay and she doesn't plan on going back on that. she'd never say it out loud, but she's exhausted from trying to hold it all together alone.
after a few moments of stillness she presses a soft kiss against his bare chest, a silent thank you for understanding what she needed, and not judging her for it. it won't solve anything, but it had been helpful for a moment to feel like she was in control. that she was taking what she wanted, and that was wanted in return. to feel like she still has a choice.)
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(his mouth feels hot against her skin in the best sort of way. she needs to be wanted right now, and it matters that it's him. she remembers on the mountain, before everything went to shit, how he admitted the worst moment when her smel left. even if he doesn't say it in words she can feel his need, the fear of her disappearing on him now.
her breath becomes a little shallower and she her hands explore his chest, as if trying to memorize each scar, to have something to remember and cling to in case this all does go to shit. )
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He imagines he can feel each of them under her fingers.]
Yen?
[He's not sure if he says her name for her or for himself, or what he's asking for, but her name is the only thing that comes.]
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(when he says her name she can't help but pull back just enough so that violet eyes can collide with golden ones. it's a mistake, leaving her feeling much more exposed than she did moments ago. it is more intimate than they've ever allowed themselves to be with one another -- at least the real them. she has plenty of false memories of intimacy. of things that resembled love making more than fucking.)
Yes?
(she doesn't know what he'll say, if anything, but she finds herself almost desperate to find out.)
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Stay.
[He mumbles the word.]
Stay with me tonight.
[It's a request and an invitation. An offer. Maybe a hope.]
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(she can't help but think about that night on the mountain, when he told her about how he dreaded the moment she left. being left with her smell. she remembers how shit everything went fairly quickly after that.
she also remembers a lifetime and marriage together, sharing the same bed night after night, never tiring of one another. the divide between the two memories is stark and leaves her torn. for a moment it feels almost like she can't breathe. she should get up. she should leave before this goes any further --
but she doesn't want to, is the thing. not really. not with how alone she feels already. maybe it's crueler to stay when she hasn't told him everything, when she might break his heart still -- but she never claimed to be anything more than who she is. and he knows she'll play cards close to her chest if it means survival. besides, it's a last resort. one that'll hopefully never matter.
she's probably quiet for a moment too long before she finally manages an answer.)
I'll stay.
(she wanted to anyways, if she's being honest.)
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The words are in his mouth when she agrees. Even knowing it isn't an easy choice for her, that her reactions are probably as messy and fraught as his own, that answer still gives him a sense of relief.
He nods then. Talking isn't what he's ever been best at anyway.
Another kiss will be good enough for no, cupping her cheek and reeling her in.]
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(she kisses him back with no hesitance, parting her lips as an invitation. this was so much easier than trying to express all of the mixed up fraught emotions inside of her. she had been scared she took too long to answer, that he'd take back the request, but he doesn't. communication has never been either one of their strong points, it's almost impressive they managed to use words as much as they did. that improvement, right? or maybe just remnants of the versions of them who told each other everything. maybe a bit of both.)
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Instead he wraps his arms around her, strong and as confident as he can make them, and pulls her down on his chest. He kisses her hungrily, clearly hard in the confines of his pants as he arches toward her heat.]
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(it wouldn't hurt to know he was worried that he cared. she knows...but it'd be nice to hear it. not that she would ever say that. she feels like she's exposed herself too much already. verbal communication truly can be exhausting.
besides, she can feel how much he wants her, wants to keep her here with him when he wraps his arms around her and pulls her down to his chest. she kisses him back with equal fervor as her hand sneaks between them to begin unlacing his pants so she can pull his hardened cock out, wrapping her hand around him. as much as she enjoys teasing him she doesn't think she'll be able to keep it up for long this time. her own need is too great.)
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This is good enough for now.
He doesn't have words to encourage her, but the sounds he does make are encouragement.]
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(the sounds, the grunts and groans escaping his lips, are more than enough encouragement for her. her hand begins to pump him, just a few times before she removes her hand so she can start working on stripping herself of her underclothes. normally she might take longer teasing him, drawing it out, but what she craves right now more than anything else is closeness.)
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In another way, it's new, something grown out of Hell and their strange pain.
Which is also to say that Geralt shares her urgency, pulling her over him, into position over his cock.]
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(it's old and new all the same. the old haste infused with the newer intimacy, the promise to stay after, to not just run once it's over.
so when he pulls her down over him she can't help but lean in to capture his lips again as she sinks down on his cock, moaning as she does so.)
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The kiss is welcome, his hand threading through her hair to pull her closer. As much as he tries to follow her lead, he can't hide his hunger for her.]
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(she doesn't mind it at all, his hunger, the way he reels her in closer with the kiss. it feels good to be wanted. needed. she stays like that for a moment, just savoring the sensation of him inside of her before she begins to move against his hips, lifting hers just enough before moving them back down again.)
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And so very fucking good.
He's not in a hurry for it to end, but there's no holding back.]
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(for everything that can be hard or complicated between them, they were always good at this. both in their real life and their false one. that hasn't changed.
and fuck, it is good. she's in no hurry to finish either, but she's not in the mood to hold back either. it is almost as if they both need this, some kind of release, something they can only find with each other. she places her hands on his chest to steady herself as she continues to ride him)
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She moves on him so perfectly, the way her hips meet his, the urgency. He spreads his hands over her back, then up her ribs, caressing her body like he's memorizing the shape, reassuring himself he still knows it.
Not that he could forget.]
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(his big, hot hands on her skin only spurs her on more. she breaks the kiss now, tilting her head back to cry out without abandon. she doesn't particularly care if someone hears her or not.
except geralt. she wants him to hear.)
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He murmurs her name, soft and full of need.]
I won't last...
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(his eyes on her only spurs her on. yennefer likes being watched, honestly, and his golden stare is as hot as hands. and his words. fuck. her hand slips between them to rub at her clit, to make sure they both find their way over that ledge.)
Come. (her voice is raspy with need.) I want you to.
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The situation doesn't change that. Just makes it more... mixed. She's as beautiful as ever, even in the midst of desperation.
His hands grip her thighs, his body arching to meet her rhythm as he lets his control go.]
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(he lets go of his control, and it doesn't take more than a few more strokes for her to tumble over that edge with him. her walls crash around him and she cries out his name as she rides out her orgasm. when it finally begins to subside she lets her body relax, curling up on top of him like a content cat. this doesn't change the desperation of everything she's facing, but it helps her remember she isn't facing it alone. it's something out of their other life, cuddling against him in the aftermath, but maybe it's okay.)
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If he could keep her here with nothing but his strength, he would.
For the time being, he stays quiet, doing anything to keep the moment a little longer.]
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(for now, she has no plans on moving from exactly where she is. but they both know this is about more than what either one of them may or may not want. still, she had told him she would stay and she doesn't plan on going back on that. she'd never say it out loud, but she's exhausted from trying to hold it all together alone.
after a few moments of stillness she presses a soft kiss against his bare chest, a silent thank you for understanding what she needed, and not judging her for it. it won't solve anything, but it had been helpful for a moment to feel like she was in control. that she was taking what she wanted, and that was wanted in return. to feel like she still has a choice.)