[ more often than not, their coming together - whether back on the continent or here in this sphere - was always so complicated. their choices, their decisions, their lives, a combative force that they found themselves drawn in spite of, rather than because of. but still, there were moments like this - where things could be simple, where this could almost be easy. yennefer has not slept well in weeks, has not truly been clean is just about as long, has lived each day with a tension in her chest and one eye to the castle and has wondered, waited, prepared for it all to come crumbling down. and yet?
and yet in this moment, she laughs, and it fills her ribs like a warm summer air. she is not thinking about the castle, or sidwell, because it feels like for once it won't matter because they are here, where geralt kicks off his boots and wraps his lips around her and yennefer's laugh turns breathy, her voice hitching with the heat of it. he knows her body, just as she knows his, and still this all feels somehow new, somehow exciting.
when his fingers dip into her, yennefer's head falls back against the wall - the thud of her skull hitting wood heard more than felt, but she doesn't care. she arches into it instead, rolls herself down on his hand impatiently, because she knows what he's thinking. knows the options he considers. knows that they have a chance of that now, or perhaps even later, and yennefer lets her hands - nails digging into skin ever so slightly - shift from around his back to his chest, up to his shoulders. it's a good thing he doesn't waste too much time in pressing his mouth to her throat, that he doesn't waste time in pushing himself up into her, because yennefer is just on the brink of doing it herself when she feels him.
her mouth opens in a gasp as he presses in, shifting her hips forward - closer - opening herself up to him. he might be the one who hitches her leg up over his hip, but she's the one who uses it to tug him closer- pressing him the rest of the way into her until their bodies are lined up. the angle has her on her toes, her grip on his shoulders and her leg around his waist holding up most of her weight, until he decides to pick her up the rest of the way. she doesn't even notice the painting, wouldn't even care if she did as it's hardly the last thing that will tumble to the ground tonight. ]
i will wait forever and more for you c;
and yet in this moment, she laughs, and it fills her ribs like a warm summer air. she is not thinking about the castle, or sidwell, because it feels like for once it won't matter because they are here, where geralt kicks off his boots and wraps his lips around her and yennefer's laugh turns breathy, her voice hitching with the heat of it. he knows her body, just as she knows his, and still this all feels somehow new, somehow exciting.
when his fingers dip into her, yennefer's head falls back against the wall - the thud of her skull hitting wood heard more than felt, but she doesn't care. she arches into it instead, rolls herself down on his hand impatiently, because she knows what he's thinking. knows the options he considers. knows that they have a chance of that now, or perhaps even later, and yennefer lets her hands - nails digging into skin ever so slightly - shift from around his back to his chest, up to his shoulders. it's a good thing he doesn't waste too much time in pressing his mouth to her throat, that he doesn't waste time in pushing himself up into her, because yennefer is just on the brink of doing it herself when she feels him.
her mouth opens in a gasp as he presses in, shifting her hips forward - closer - opening herself up to him. he might be the one who hitches her leg up over his hip, but she's the one who uses it to tug him closer- pressing him the rest of the way into her until their bodies are lined up. the angle has her on her toes, her grip on his shoulders and her leg around his waist holding up most of her weight, until he decides to pick her up the rest of the way. she doesn't even notice the painting, wouldn't even care if she did as it's hardly the last thing that will tumble to the ground tonight. ]