[ They stay that way for a minute or so. Foreheads resting together, her breaths matching his. He watches her chest rise and fall as her heartbeat begins to steady.
Then he carries her to the bed, sprawling atop of it himself afterwards. He's bedded many, loved a handful here and back home—including those who, for reasons that are difficult to put in words, were not meant to be—but Yennefer has been the only one who's drawn him back into her circle time and again. Perhaps that's why he'd been so uncertain at the start, leaving each time the pull was too strong. A trepidation he seldom feels with anyone else. The realization that she is, maybe, the sole person he was afraid could break his heart.
And then she had.
He supposes they both did it to each other.
His hand rests on the flat of her stomach. She's warm beneath the roughness of his palm. The last true memory he has of them together is Thanedd. Before it all went to shit—that'd been...good. And for a moment, he worries how quickly things will go to shit now. It seems to be a pattern with them (with him, really, more than anything). There's more he should be doing than fucking waiting.
A problem for tomorrow. ]
I have something for you. [ He curls a finger over the pendant she wears. ] Remind me afterwards.
[ It isn't especially sentimental. It is useful. ]
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Then he carries her to the bed, sprawling atop of it himself afterwards. He's bedded many, loved a handful here and back home—including those who, for reasons that are difficult to put in words, were not meant to be—but Yennefer has been the only one who's drawn him back into her circle time and again. Perhaps that's why he'd been so uncertain at the start, leaving each time the pull was too strong. A trepidation he seldom feels with anyone else. The realization that she is, maybe, the sole person he was afraid could break his heart.
And then she had.
He supposes they both did it to each other.
His hand rests on the flat of her stomach. She's warm beneath the roughness of his palm. The last true memory he has of them together is Thanedd. Before it all went to shit—that'd been...good. And for a moment, he worries how quickly things will go to shit now. It seems to be a pattern with them (with him, really, more than anything). There's more he should be doing than fucking waiting.
A problem for tomorrow. ]
I have something for you. [ He curls a finger over the pendant she wears. ] Remind me afterwards.
[ It isn't especially sentimental. It is useful. ]