Jaskier's consideration has been greatly appreciated. It was what she needed, in the beginning. Tenderness and kindness and all the sweet things he'd given her. But now, sometimes, she yearns for rougher stuff.

Nothing so extreme as fists or blades or anything like that. But teeth and nails and firm grips and being held against a wall. Jaskier's more than strong enough to manhandle her easily. And he seems perfectly agreeable, to which she smiles eagerly. There's so much still to explore in bed, and while she's begun branching out some in lovers, most of it she wants to explore with him.

With just how eager Jaskier seems to be, Nadine is happy to help, pulling her loose white undershirt up over her head and off. She's not wearing anything under it besides the gold antler pendant she always wears dangling between her naked breasts. One hand reaches down to run through his hair as he kisses the mark on her leg, now surrounded by the protective tattoo she'd had done. Her fingers tighten and tug his head back to look up at her.

"Here...let's move this to the bedroom."