[ if geralt has learned to tame this beast, yennefer has learned to control it - her hunger, her want, her truth that she deserves the world because the world has already taken so much from her. she worked for everything she has, she suffered for everything she gained, and she will keep her hold on it no matter how it fights back. it's also why she's so quick to hunger around him, too. the excitement he'd brought her by showing up in that house in rinde. the way she's circled him for all that time after. ( she knows the wish is at play, the magic, pulling them together and holding this feeling in her gut, but right here, after everything, it just doesn't matter to her. )
he presses into her with ease, with hot and heavy breaths, and yennefer arches with it. pushes back as best she can and pulls him close. the wanting of more is mutual, as evident by the way her nails dig into his skin. that is when he flips them, and yennefer - despite herself - lets out a surprised intake of breath. with their positions flipped and her sitting up on stop of him, she feels him slip further into her, deeper, and gods, gods she feels it - her hands moving to his chest as she arches back a bit to just feel the new position, to feel him. it's not new to either of them, her seated atop him and his eyes on her, but it feels different, here. feels just new enough. after another moment, once she's had the chance to catch her breath and settle, she tilts her eyes down to see him looking back at her - really looking - and it sends a completely different sort of shiver through her.
her smile is gentle, when it curls at the corner of her mouth. warm. she feels the strands of her hair falling errantly at her ears and neck, and like he'd known her focus had gone there, geralt leans up to brush them away, unspooling her hair from its braids and clips just as he's unspooled the tension from her. his hands on her face are large, warm, and she kisses him back with the same thoughts he does not give voice to. i missed you, too she doesn't say, and instead reaches with one hand to grasp at his wrist, to hold his hand to her face as she slowly starts to move again, her hips falling into a familiar enough pattern.
when she'd arrived to this place, down in the dungeons of thorne, she'd turned on geralt with flames in her eyes. i should have known she'd said. should have known that it would have been only a matter of time, before the two of them wound their fates together once again. the difference now, though, is that yennefer feels like what there is for her, for them, in this place...it might be worth finding footing in. this is something she can sink her teeth into, something she can trust the strength of, if only for right now, and maybe longer. maybe even longer still. ]
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he presses into her with ease, with hot and heavy breaths, and yennefer arches with it. pushes back as best she can and pulls him close. the wanting of more is mutual, as evident by the way her nails dig into his skin. that is when he flips them, and yennefer - despite herself - lets out a surprised intake of breath. with their positions flipped and her sitting up on stop of him, she feels him slip further into her, deeper, and gods, gods she feels it - her hands moving to his chest as she arches back a bit to just feel the new position, to feel him. it's not new to either of them, her seated atop him and his eyes on her, but it feels different, here. feels just new enough. after another moment, once she's had the chance to catch her breath and settle, she tilts her eyes down to see him looking back at her - really looking - and it sends a completely different sort of shiver through her.
her smile is gentle, when it curls at the corner of her mouth. warm. she feels the strands of her hair falling errantly at her ears and neck, and like he'd known her focus had gone there, geralt leans up to brush them away, unspooling her hair from its braids and clips just as he's unspooled the tension from her. his hands on her face are large, warm, and she kisses him back with the same thoughts he does not give voice to. i missed you, too she doesn't say, and instead reaches with one hand to grasp at his wrist, to hold his hand to her face as she slowly starts to move again, her hips falling into a familiar enough pattern.
when she'd arrived to this place, down in the dungeons of thorne, she'd turned on geralt with flames in her eyes. i should have known she'd said. should have known that it would have been only a matter of time, before the two of them wound their fates together once again. the difference now, though, is that yennefer feels like what there is for her, for them, in this place...it might be worth finding footing in. this is something she can sink her teeth into, something she can trust the strength of, if only for right now, and maybe longer. maybe even longer still. ]