abraxaslogs | [ CLOSED ] the feeling never dies in your eyes

[ It takes some coordination between them, but eventually, he's got her undressed the rest of the way. Her skin is heated, nearly burning against his own. He's still chasing after her lips when—

Oh. He blinks. ] I don't— [ He curls his fingers around her arm. A huff escapes him. Is he surprised she's asking? No. Can't say he is. ] It comes on its own.

[ Doubts he needs to explain when or why. He can't will it from nowhere, but he can certainly predict the circumstances. And to be frank, he doesn't think it'll be hard for her to bring that side of him to the surface. ]

[ She does seem mildly surprised, but that's probably because her knowledge of these bizarre... extras is fairly limited. When your special little skill makes you throw things or turn into an animal upon any emotional irregulation, you learn how to control that shit as quickly as possible. So she's only a bit impressed that he hasn't needed to learn how to control it to the point of doing it on command.

Seems like something that might be handy to look into, though.

There's a muffled, amused noise into the side of his neck. Her second leg is freed, and with the arm he's not got a grip on, reaches back down and guides his cock inside herself. Her eyelids flutter and she sighs heavily, blissfully. Nails digging into his bicep, she squeezes around him and rolls her hips. ]

[ Likely, it's because Geralt's already spent a few decades working with his emotional irregularities. (More or less.) His problem lies not in suppressing these odd so-called gifts. It's in getting to a place where they'll trigger at all—and letting it happen instead of pushing it down.

Something that's easier to do when he's mostly riding on instinct instead of thinking. Like a fight. Or fucking.

With her legs wrapped around him, he sinks inside her. Knowing what she's after, he's exactly as rough as she wants. His grip is tight, bruising, still-blunt teeth leaving marks on her skin. Bit by bit, he does feel it creeping forward: that familiar prickle along his skin that makes his entire body burn hot. Maybe she can sense it, too, but either way, he doesn't slow down. ]

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[ Her nails drag down his arm, his back; Geralt is always a bit of a human space heater, but he is actually growing noticeably warmer under her hands. The backs of her knees and insides of her thighs begin to bead with perspiration that makes a slow path down her legs. Biting her lip, she stifles a sobbing moan.

Arching her back up, she roughly shoves at his shoulder to flip them. She’s aware that it doesn’t matter how much force she uses, but in the moment, that logic is gone from her mind —- she can only meet his roughness with her own. She wants him underneath her, wants to be able to look down at him. Her heart pounds in her ears like a drum and her chest feels tight. ]

[ It may not matter, but he rolls with it easily, landing on his back with her on top. His fingers dig into her thighs, her hips. He breathes in; every time her nails scrape over his skin, he wants more, sharper, harder.

From below, he can look at her, see those eyes blown wide and her lashes heavy. He wraps his hand around her wrist, brings her thumb between his lips.

The slightest peek of his teeth show through, one sharp canine that begins to grow with the rest. ]

[ Being out from under him, the air is almost cool in comparison. The contrast feels good; her skin pebbles as she sits up, supporting herself with her free hand on his chest. Her hips move at a savage pace, her knees already starting to grow sore.

With her hair falling around her face, she forces her eyes to stay open, fixed on him. Her thumb curls over the edge of his teeth, and she can feel them sharpening. It only serves to strengthen her hunger, makes her dig her nails in and claw across his sternum. ]

[ There. That's it. He rolls his hips beneath her, lets out a low sound in his chest as her nails rake hard. She's slick against him, her heart pounding in his ears, and it only tightens every muscle in his body.

His teeth continued to sharpen into points as she brushes her thumb over it. He reaches up, pushes the tangle of her hair back. His own has fallen loose. Pleasure curls inside—and his eyes flood black, a rush that turns them a shiny black ichor, leaves darkened veins that trail away from them.

He leans up, propped on an elbow to kiss her, teeth and all. ]

[ Her head is full of static, mind completely clouded with sensation. Dark eyes flashing as she looks down at him, her hand grabs tight at his chin. She swallows roughly, licks her lips and watches him, like she's trying to find something in his face, but the truth is that she is just caught up in everything she feels at the moment -- the physical, yes, but also the fact that her ribs are doing that thing where she thinks they might burst from emotions she can't even name.

All she can think about is how fucking strong and important and valuable he makes her feel, and how good he feels inside her, and then his eyes go black, his skin white, and she swears under her breath. Her whole body seems to contract at once.

She wails against his mouth, both arms immediately wrapping tight around him, one hand clenched in his hair, pulling without meaning to. ]

[ This is one of the few times his expression is open—nothing shuttered behind closed doors. His eyes are pure want, even black as they are, and when he kisses her, they fall shut.

The groan that comes from him is more of a growl, a rumble deep in his chest. She pulls hard on his hair; it almost hurts, and along with the squeeze of her legs, her body, around him, everything snaps and spills. His teeth sink into her shoulder: piercing, maybe even enough to break the skin, leave an imprint.

He catches a breath, one arm around her, sprawled beneath on the scattering of cushions and rough sand. Fuck. For a long moment, he just lays there. Lets himself enjoy the hazy warmth, the weight of her on top of him. No one's ever asked to see him like that before, something monstrous to most, and it's. Different. It's good. ]

[ Her eyes never seem to fully close, stay fixed on his until he lays them back down. Only then does she let them shut, as she settles against him, her nose pressed to his jaw. The noise she makes would best be described as a purr, like particularly happy cat.

When she lifts her arm to comb her fingers through his hair on the other side, there's a very dull ache on her shoulder where he just barely punctured the skin. She doesn't take much note of it, just sighs and lazily opens her eyes halfway, looking at the fine map of black lines around his eye socket, almost to his temple. It looks like abstract art. ]

Thanks for bringin' me out here. [ She means it. Even minus the incredible sex, this day was something she needed. ] Way better than huntin' back home.

[ He hums, contented. His fingers trace idly patterns into her skin as she lays beside him.

Eventually, he cracks open his eyes to look up at her. He smiles. Sure. Of course. ]

Your magic's grown. [ He lifts an eyebrow. Lightly curious, but not much more. He brushes her chest. ] Maybe some time, we'll hunt you a tooth of your own.

[ For out here. To match the one he gave her in the Horizon. ]

I do spend a lotta time practicin', you know. It'd be pretty pathetic if I never got any better. But this is the biggest thing I ever conjured before.

[ And she doesn't know that she could have managed anything more complicated than a basic tent and some cushions, but she's still pleased with herself. It's much, much more than she ever thought she'd accomplish when she practically passed out a year ago, after a single small spark of flame.

She gently catches his fingers and presses them to her lips. ] What has good teeth 'round here? 'Sides you. I'll let you keep yours.

[ Hm. It's nice. This is the first time he's had any real shelter in the desert that wasn't a pile of rocks and a cave or an overhang. He could almost get used to it. ]

Generous. [ He tucks one arm under his head while she has his other hand. His thumb presses gently to her lips. ] Sandcats. Impressive canines. Almost as much as mine.

[ Which are now beginning to fade again. He can feel the points growing blunt against his tongue. Just as well. They should return soon. As pleasant as their little tent is, he'd still prefer to sleep in a bed tonight. ]

[ She grazes her own dull teeth over the pad of his thumb, watching the black veins grow lighter and lighter. It really is a bit hypnotic, and she doesn't know why, but she likes it.

Her hand falls to his chest, next to his medallion. Dragging her nails lightly along one of his scars, she snorts and closes her eyes, head resting on his shoulder. ]

Speakin' of impressive. Are you aware that Jaskier's tryin' to drag you into a threesome by tellin' Nadine that you're amazin' in bed? 'Cause he is.

[ As her head lands on his shoulder, he lets his hand drop in her hair, stroking it. Then he blinks—surprised and yet not. ]

With Nadine? [ He huffs a sound through his nose. It's not a no. He's simply never looked at Nadine in that manner. He's always felt...protective of her, in a different sense. And the reality is, he's content with what he has in Julie. His bard on occasion. ] As long as he's not sung any songs about my cock.

[ He pauses. ] I assume she didn't agree.

[ Jaskier would not have delayed telling him otherwise. ]

She didn't mention any songs, but that doesn't mean they didn't happen. And no. She thinks you're gross, so she nixed that idea. [ This is said so breezily that it's obvious Julie finds Nadine's explanation funny. Which she does, very much, if only because she can't fathom not wanting to fuck him.

With a hum, she taps her fingers against his skin. ] No, she wants me. Her request. I asked if she was sure, just me, and she was very sure, so. Y'know. You can take that how you want.

[ Amusement curls his lips. He is fairly certain those were not Nadine's precise words, though he thinks it would be funny if they were. He almost wants to know what that conversation even was. Both between Jaskier and Nadine, and apparently Nadine and Julie.

Though they seem to have come to a conclusion. He glances over, contemplative. Hm. ]

And what do you want? [ Not that Julie ever has a problem taking what she wants, typically, but he asks anyhow—if only because aside from how she feels about it, he hasn't got too many thoughts on the entire notion. Truthfully, he's almost surprised it's taken this long for more than one of them to have ended up in the other's bed. ]

[ His suspicion is correct, that was not what Nadine said, which was actually very complimentary and made a point to say he is handsome. But honestly, Julie isn't entirely sure how they fell into the conversation. They'd simply been talking about how different their lives are now, and then Nadine was like 'by the way congrats on the excellent sex you're having', entirely out of the blue.

So this leads directly back to Jaskier.

Sighing, there's a moment where Julie bites the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. The truth is that she's just very easy-going when it comes to sex; sex comes along, she says yes or no, it's that simple. No real depth to it. ]

I wanted to be sure it was what she really wanted. And I wanted to talk to you first, not 'cause I think you'd [ She moves her hand vaguely in the air, as if to somehow gesture the concept of objection or jealousy ] but 'cause I don't want you to feel like you're bein' shut out or that anyone's creepin' around behind your back. It's fucked up to do that shit, keepin' things secret and hidden. And I know I wouldn't wanna feel left out of the conversation if it was the other way 'round. But otherwise, it's not anythin' new, the whole setup. I just never really thought 'bout Nadine like that. [ For a myriad of reasons, more than one of which stretch back to their own world and what Julie knows of Nadine's life. It required a mental reframing.

She shrugs casually, idly reaches and laces her fingers through his. ] I just want to have a good time. I don't wanna be on my deathbed someday, thinkin' "what if?". Plus I kinda missed girls anyway, so that's convenient. I won't lie though, I always sorta thought it was gonna wind up you, me and Jaskier together. Just never realized Nadine would be into the idea.

[ He turns on his side, watching her. The reality is, he rarely has conversations about his relationships. They simply do not happen. At most, he's told someone they're important to him, but that's the extent of any discussion.

He certainly never had anyone concerned about...if he were to be left out of the decision. It's a novel thing. It isn't that it bothers him or he thinks she shouldn't care. He's just never had the sentiment directed at him before where bedding others is concerned. It takes him a second to find how to respond. ]

A good time is all the reason anyone needs. [ They haven't got much opportunity for that lately. He lays back down, her fingers through his. Gives a thoughtful noise. ] I suppose Jaskier's opening her horizons.

[ It's good. He's glad Nadine has someone she can trust. ]

[ Julie's experience in having "relationship conversations" has been limited more to making unilateral decisions that most benefit her. If it was useful, she would inform them of status, and not give room for discussion. It worked much better than one might think. But she doesn't need to do that now, and she's not good at talking about emotions, so the best she can really do is hand gestures.

What she said, however, is true. She doesn't want him to feel bad, and she doesn't want something that's meant to be simple to become something dark that she's hiding. Not talking about it would have somehow been much more of a statement, she thinks. It would change everything entirely to not talk about it with him.

Her thumb lazily runs over the back of his hand. She snorts, lets out a little hmph with her eyebrows raised. ] Jaskier didn't do shit with her horizons. He wasn't in my loft the other night.

[ Oh? Geralt considers this information briefly, though he does not ask further. ] I know. He was in mine.

[ Ciri's taken a two-week long escort contract. He is not immune to taking advantage of having their home to themselves for a bit. The guards stationed outside their door might be fed up by now—or an age ago—but that's not his problem.

Eventually, he sits up. As pleasant as this tent is, they should ride back. He actually does require a bath. There's an inordinate amount of sand trapped in his hair, and he can hear the horses' growing impatience in afternoon heat. ]

Don't brag about your little private parties you don't invite us to. Rude. [ Said as teasingly as her joke about why Nadine doesn't want to sleep with him. Which is still a mystery, in Julie's eyes.

He sits up and she follows a moment later with a contented sigh. She stretches her back and then stands to dress, beginning by squeezing herself back into her riding pants. ]

Y'know, I met this guy in the Horizon. I guess he's new. But he brought you up. [ Her voice is even, almost distracted, as she rests on a pillow to tug her boots back on. ] Said you would know that he knows about monoliths and that you'd vouch he's legit. He was weird as fuck. Didn't exactly strike me as the kinda person you'd hang out with.

You never asked. [ He's also teasing. It's an open possibility. He won't so no, anyhow, if that's what they all decide they want, but he's gathered where Nadine is involved, discussions are occasionally warranted.

He glances up from buttoning his shirt. Who? It takes him a second. Then: ]

Istredd? [ A perplexed sort of amusement crosses his expression. Istredd apparently has more faith in Geralt's trust in him than reality. Perhaps that's about what he should expect from a mage trained under the Brotherhood's institution. ] We crossed paths once when I was investigating monoliths on the Continent. His vast knowledge serves a purpose, but he's dedicated his life to his research. Men like that will compromise people and principles alike to attain what they believe is key to their life's work. Knowingly or not.

[ That is to say, he doesn't mistrust Istredd precisely, nor does he believe Istredd harbours any ill intent. Not like that. But he does think the man is prone to willful blindness where his research is concerned. ]

Yeah. He was mutterin' at the Singularity like a psycho, so I told him stop. 'Cause it's fuckin' sketchy. Like, I don't really care if people wanna sit there or whatever [ This is a lie, she cares a lot. ] but like, he could be cursin' it or somethin'. Wouldn't be the first person here who wanted to hurt it.

[ And freak connection or not, Julie is not about to risk anyone else forcing her back to death. Her entire life relies on the Singularity's continued health and existence; she thinks that gives her a right to play guard.

She reaches up to retie her hair, smoothing it out, as she continues. ] Then he got real intense and wanted me to tell him about the Singularity and it was just... ugh. [ A small shudder. He had not made a good first impression, though of course he had no way of knowing just how many of her triggers he managed to set off. ] That's when he namedropped you. Said you'd say he was trustworthy. You and Yennefer.

[ There's not any clear indication of what she thinks of this information, this name. She leans back on her hands, watching him. ]

Who's Yennefer?

[ His gaze settles on her, curious. ] You found him at the Singularity?

[ In the Horizon? Istredd had said he'd gone there. Though he doubts the man was cursing it. He has a strange fascination with the monoliths. If there's one thing Geralt trusts, it's that Istredd wishes to preserve it. At what cost, he does not know, but that is where their goals align.

When she says Yennefer, his hand pauses over his cloak. After a second, he picks it up. ]

A sorceress. From home. [ He doesn't mean to be evasive; he can barely explain who Yennefer is to himself. None of the words feel right. In the end he settles on context that Julie might understand more than searching for some vague term. It's a door he's been reluctant to open when it comes to the life he's built in Cadens—not for any reason except that he's a man who prefers to move on than look back. And where Yennefer is concerned, it always feels too much as though he's looking back. ] She's in Thorne. She was there with the Queen.

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