[ the moment she feels herself pull the curse from him, she knows he's close. knows, just as he can hear all of that in the single noise she makes when she says his name, what he's saying when he reaches across her with calloused, rough hands. he kisses her just as hard, just as unforgiving, just as unrelenting, and it's exactly what yennefer needs. more than that, it's what she wants - from this, from him, from whatever form them is going to take - but no matter how well she might know it, she can't get enough.
his hold on her tightens, and her's on him does in return - her fingers and nails pressing into his skin. she traces the scars as best she can, wanting her hands across every inch of him she might not already know, and when their foreheads touch she opens her eyes to him. makes a conscious effort for him to see her looking at him, if he finds himself looking back at her. or- at least, that is the plan of it. that is her intention. up until he cants his hips just so, and that feeling shoots through her. electric and sharp and overwhelming, that threatens to push her over. her breathing hitches and races with it, noises she doesn't even have the awareness to know she's making, pleasure and him the only things she can hold onto.
yennefer isn't really aware of how he he curves into her so much as she just adjusts for him, his face in the crook of her neck and her body arched up to fill the space. his fingers tugging at her, most likely in her hair, his breaths hot and heavy and all over her. she holds onto him with all the ferocity she can manage, losing herself in the feeling of him, in the feeling of him losing himself. and without really planning it, without realizing so much of what she's doing, her arm crooked over his head - the one he's got his face buried into her shoulder. she pulls him closer to her, tucking her cheek and nose to his temple as she feels the tension cresting, can feel him building and building. ]
Yes- [ she whispers against his hair, their breathing and their bodies and the smell of both of them the only thing she can really sense. ] Yes, Geralt- [ and then the tension breaks, his groan matching her own as she feels it, feels him inside her.
she doesn't quite let go of him, even as their breathing starts to slow. doesn't quite peel away from where he's wrapped up in her, even if her own grip on him starts to loosen. she feels the steadying of the air between them, but even so, yennefer feels an almost stubborn need to hold onto it - nosing still at geralt's temple. ]
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his hold on her tightens, and her's on him does in return - her fingers and nails pressing into his skin. she traces the scars as best she can, wanting her hands across every inch of him she might not already know, and when their foreheads touch she opens her eyes to him. makes a conscious effort for him to see her looking at him, if he finds himself looking back at her. or- at least, that is the plan of it. that is her intention. up until he cants his hips just so, and that feeling shoots through her. electric and sharp and overwhelming, that threatens to push her over. her breathing hitches and races with it, noises she doesn't even have the awareness to know she's making, pleasure and him the only things she can hold onto.
yennefer isn't really aware of how he he curves into her so much as she just adjusts for him, his face in the crook of her neck and her body arched up to fill the space. his fingers tugging at her, most likely in her hair, his breaths hot and heavy and all over her. she holds onto him with all the ferocity she can manage, losing herself in the feeling of him, in the feeling of him losing himself. and without really planning it, without realizing so much of what she's doing, her arm crooked over his head - the one he's got his face buried into her shoulder. she pulls him closer to her, tucking her cheek and nose to his temple as she feels the tension cresting, can feel him building and building. ]
Yes- [ she whispers against his hair, their breathing and their bodies and the smell of both of them the only thing she can really sense. ] Yes, Geralt- [ and then the tension breaks, his groan matching her own as she feels it, feels him inside her.
she doesn't quite let go of him, even as their breathing starts to slow. doesn't quite peel away from where he's wrapped up in her, even if her own grip on him starts to loosen. she feels the steadying of the air between them, but even so, yennefer feels an almost stubborn need to hold onto it - nosing still at geralt's temple. ]