[ While she is ultimately quite glad that they got to talk so much at Sam's, let it never be said that she would have let being at someone else's house be a deterrent for sex. She may have considered offering a blowjob instead of heartfelt sympathy for his shitty origin story, but she had ultimately decided that it was gauche to do so in a discussion about extreme trauma. She is, after all, a very classy lady. The dungeon though, yeah, that one was a no-go.
He figures out the zipper before she can intervene (gold star for Geralt), and she slides her arms out of the spandex that is quickly becoming an oppressive barrier between them. She reaches back, pulls her boots off by the heels and lets them fall with a clunk, clunk, then removes her antlers and gently tosses them to the seat behind her; she likes those, she's keeping them. His ears follow after, before she can get them tangled up in her grip on his head. Eyes cast down, she watches him, worrying at her lip with her teeth. ]
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He figures out the zipper before she can intervene (gold star for Geralt), and she slides her arms out of the spandex that is quickly becoming an oppressive barrier between them. She reaches back, pulls her boots off by the heels and lets them fall with a clunk, clunk, then removes her antlers and gently tosses them to the seat behind her; she likes those, she's keeping them. His ears follow after, before she can get them tangled up in her grip on his head. Eyes cast down, she watches him, worrying at her lip with her teeth. ]