(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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(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.)