[It isn't even that Nadine is that desperate to get him along and throw him down, she just wants to be away from the loud music and the lights and other people. And to maybe sit down, sitting down sounds like a wise move at the moment.
But she just wants to be in private. She's in no rush, if anything the drugs in her system are urging her to be languid and take her time. To enjoy all of it, from the perfectly tame linking of arms to whatever may transpire behind a closed door. It all feels good, more intense than it normally would.
Though there's no mistake that she wants to sleep with Jaskier. She can't help but be curious...what would it be like? While her experience may be limited, she's not without it. But what's it like to have a 'normal' encounter? Harold had been a chore, perverse and spiteful and either it was over too quickly for her to take enjoyment or it was too bizarre and beyond her tastes to find any pleasure in. Randall had been practically an animal, and while there had been plenty of pleasure found in her marriage bed, it had been a dark sort of passion, all blood and claws and teeth and screams.
None of it at all what her youthful romance novel reading had led her to believe about sex. Even that first time with Randall, as tender and sweet as he'd started, had ended in strange fear.
Jaskier doesn't bring any of that to mind. If anything, he puts her in mind of that brief span of minutes when she'd been weak and let Larry kiss her. It had been forbidden, but god it had been sweet. And she does feel a particular fluttering in her loins as they mount the stairs, a certain pleasant twisting deep in the pit of her abdomen.]
Apparently Julie planned for everything.
[She realizes how long she's been quiet, lost in her mind and the feel of Jaskier's skin on her own where their arms are linked together. She can feel the warmth of him, the little movements in his muscles against her hand as they walk. Her fingers gently move against his arm, enjoying the sensation of running over his skin. This place might not, technically, be real, but they are. And what happens here is.]
Wandering Into NSFW Territory
But she just wants to be in private. She's in no rush, if anything the drugs in her system are urging her to be languid and take her time. To enjoy all of it, from the perfectly tame linking of arms to whatever may transpire behind a closed door. It all feels good, more intense than it normally would.
Though there's no mistake that she wants to sleep with Jaskier. She can't help but be curious...what would it be like? While her experience may be limited, she's not without it. But what's it like to have a 'normal' encounter? Harold had been a chore, perverse and spiteful and either it was over too quickly for her to take enjoyment or it was too bizarre and beyond her tastes to find any pleasure in. Randall had been practically an animal, and while there had been plenty of pleasure found in her marriage bed, it had been a dark sort of passion, all blood and claws and teeth and screams.
None of it at all what her youthful romance novel reading had led her to believe about sex. Even that first time with Randall, as tender and sweet as he'd started, had ended in strange fear.
Jaskier doesn't bring any of that to mind. If anything, he puts her in mind of that brief span of minutes when she'd been weak and let Larry kiss her. It had been forbidden, but god it had been sweet. And she does feel a particular fluttering in her loins as they mount the stairs, a certain pleasant twisting deep in the pit of her abdomen.]
Apparently Julie planned for everything.
[She realizes how long she's been quiet, lost in her mind and the feel of Jaskier's skin on her own where their arms are linked together. She can feel the warmth of him, the little movements in his muscles against her hand as they walk. Her fingers gently move against his arm, enjoying the sensation of running over his skin. This place might not, technically, be real, but they are. And what happens here is.]
I still can't really believe she set this up.