His hands land on her waist, kissing her back. He closes his eyes, reaching behind him to push open a window to let in the sea breeze. The linen curtains flutter. Her silencing spell is a useful trick. Geralt hasn't much of a concern over who hears in the first place, but in the past, they led to knocks on the door now and again. Interruptions are a pain in the arse no matter what.
This is better.
He hitches her skirt up, fingers sliding along bare skin. A new scar traces along his forearm arm, over the back of his hand, visible where his sleeves are rolled up. The only remnant of what happened a few weeks ago. The rest has faded or healed fully. ]
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His hands land on her waist, kissing her back. He closes his eyes, reaching behind him to push open a window to let in the sea breeze. The linen curtains flutter. Her silencing spell is a useful trick. Geralt hasn't much of a concern over who hears in the first place, but in the past, they led to knocks on the door now and again. Interruptions are a pain in the arse no matter what.
This is better.
He hitches her skirt up, fingers sliding along bare skin. A new scar traces along his forearm arm, over the back of his hand, visible where his sleeves are rolled up. The only remnant of what happened a few weeks ago. The rest has faded or healed fully. ]