[ she does love the sound of that - of catching him off guard, of his breath caught in the magic of it. it's a silly thought, really, but something about that alone excites her. catching him, surprising him. it makes her feel young (if that's even really possible), almost playful. the mattress bounces under them and geralt tenses for that moment and yennefer's smile widens.
using her magic was always like this - easy, simple, as much a part of her as breathing. the horizon provides for that unlimited access to chaos, and even with tissaia's voice in the back of her head - don't waste chaos on things like this - yennefer knows she can. knows she can afford to.
and while she doesn't necessarily notice the charm just yet, that doesn't mean she won't. that doesn't mean she might not look for it, when the candles run a bit lower, when they're curled up in the sheets together. because she's thought about it - equally in embarrassment for who she'd been that night and in curiosity, if it had been found, if he would even care to...care to what?
his lips move from her jaw to her neck, the stubble of his jaw nearly sending a shiver through her, and yennefer just...lets herself keep smiling. moves, though not far from him, to adjust how she sits - now moving to come astride him, her knees on the mattress on either side of his thighs. she also leans her head, moves her hair to on side, opens up more skin of her neck for him. for his mouth. ]
Hmmmm. [ the hum is content, catching the glint in his eyes. it sends a sort of heat her through - being here, being here with him, seeing that look from him. it feels like it's been years, lifetimes, since a moment felt this easy. she chooses to let it happen. ] Perhaps. [ there is a brief moment where her one hand moves to his chest, fingers splayed out flat across his pectoral, and she considers pushing him down onto the mattress. it is only a brief moment, because before she can, she remembers the throne room.
and so, instead of shoving back against him, her hand wanders. across his chest, up to his neck, back into his hair. it nearly feels like she's learning what all of this feels like again, like some part of her hadn't, really, thought she'd be here again. and that part feels hungry at the opportunity to. after that moment, her hand tugs at his hair, pulling him away from wherever it is his lips might have traveled, her eyes fluttering down to his mouth and then to his eyes, that smile, that curl to her mouth, lingering even now. ]
But you might also find I've made some adjustments.
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using her magic was always like this - easy, simple, as much a part of her as breathing. the horizon provides for that unlimited access to chaos, and even with tissaia's voice in the back of her head - don't waste chaos on things like this - yennefer knows she can. knows she can afford to.
and while she doesn't necessarily notice the charm just yet, that doesn't mean she won't. that doesn't mean she might not look for it, when the candles run a bit lower, when they're curled up in the sheets together. because she's thought about it - equally in embarrassment for who she'd been that night and in curiosity, if it had been found, if he would even care to...care to what?
his lips move from her jaw to her neck, the stubble of his jaw nearly sending a shiver through her, and yennefer just...lets herself keep smiling. moves, though not far from him, to adjust how she sits - now moving to come astride him, her knees on the mattress on either side of his thighs. she also leans her head, moves her hair to on side, opens up more skin of her neck for him. for his mouth. ]
Hmmmm. [ the hum is content, catching the glint in his eyes. it sends a sort of heat her through - being here, being here with him, seeing that look from him. it feels like it's been years, lifetimes, since a moment felt this easy. she chooses to let it happen. ] Perhaps. [ there is a brief moment where her one hand moves to his chest, fingers splayed out flat across his pectoral, and she considers pushing him down onto the mattress. it is only a brief moment, because before she can, she remembers the throne room.
and so, instead of shoving back against him, her hand wanders. across his chest, up to his neck, back into his hair. it nearly feels like she's learning what all of this feels like again, like some part of her hadn't, really, thought she'd be here again. and that part feels hungry at the opportunity to. after that moment, her hand tugs at his hair, pulling him away from wherever it is his lips might have traveled, her eyes fluttering down to his mouth and then to his eyes, that smile, that curl to her mouth, lingering even now. ]
But you might also find I've made some adjustments.