[ that is the feeling she's never able to rid herself of. even when the heat of him fades, even without the press of his body, she can never lose the shudder that goes through her when his fingers press back into her spine. can never truly find herself forgetting the amount of her he can cover, with just one hand. she feels it too, when his hand on her cheek moves to her neck, her collar bone, her breast. she likes the feeling of him enveloping her, all around her, overwhelming and present and impossible to fade (because it is only, really, in these moments that she's ever felt like she could believe it. that he, or she, would stay. that this might not be something fleeting, something that would fade.
as his fingers brush over the scar from sodden, the wound she hadn't truly been able to attend to, due to the dungeons, yennefer's breath stutters again. nerve endings she'd thought healed over, now alight under his fingertips.
with her mouth free, she lets out another noise - his name, yes, but with a bit more under those words. she quickens the pace of her hips, of the rhythm she works herself over him, and her hands reach for him, palms running across his shoulders, his back. because she has noticed the new scars, has noticed the details of him that have changed over time, and they help ground her. help give foundation to the wanting that burns away at her gut. because they are different, older, survived through what they did - and yes, she does still reach for him. does still want him. ]
Geralt...
[ she says again, one hand curling around the back of his neck, nails digging into the skin under his hair. with that new angle, with the added grip on him, she pulls him in for another kiss - a little more desperate, given the way she is starting to move. a little more teeth, too, biting into his lower lip. and it feels a bit like she's letting down another wall, like she's letting loose another floodgate, like she needs to be closer to him here - too. ]
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as his fingers brush over the scar from sodden, the wound she hadn't truly been able to attend to, due to the dungeons, yennefer's breath stutters again. nerve endings she'd thought healed over, now alight under his fingertips.
with her mouth free, she lets out another noise - his name, yes, but with a bit more under those words. she quickens the pace of her hips, of the rhythm she works herself over him, and her hands reach for him, palms running across his shoulders, his back. because she has noticed the new scars, has noticed the details of him that have changed over time, and they help ground her. help give foundation to the wanting that burns away at her gut. because they are different, older, survived through what they did - and yes, she does still reach for him. does still want him. ]
Geralt...
[ she says again, one hand curling around the back of his neck, nails digging into the skin under his hair. with that new angle, with the added grip on him, she pulls him in for another kiss - a little more desperate, given the way she is starting to move. a little more teeth, too, biting into his lower lip. and it feels a bit like she's letting down another wall, like she's letting loose another floodgate, like she needs to be closer to him here - too. ]