[ Truthfully, it actually wouldn't bother her if his eyes changed again. It wasn't the appearance that terrified her so much as the timing and pure shock. If he had known, been able to warn her, she wouldn't have thought twice about it. It was that neither of them knew, and that, simultaneously, she was dealing with... everything else.
But well-rested and armed with information? She's fine.
Under his lips, her nerves feel as explosive as the fireworks, and his weight on top of her is so heavy and hot. She reaches back at the same time a wobbly, breathy sound escapes her, and her fingers scrabble against the back of his neck until she can knot them into his hair. Her other hand fists in the bedspread. ] Geralt.
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But well-rested and armed with information? She's fine.
Under his lips, her nerves feel as explosive as the fireworks, and his weight on top of her is so heavy and hot. She reaches back at the same time a wobbly, breathy sound escapes her, and her fingers scrabble against the back of his neck until she can knot them into his hair. Her other hand fists in the bedspread. ] Geralt.