As the days pass, the affliction that's taken hold of Nadine only grows. It should be alarming, really. A few impulse buys and mildly kinky sex have graduated to closing the clinic for an afternoon despite having nothing else to do, to drinking multiple glasses of wine when the mood strikes, and of course there's what happened in the desert. But it feels good, in some terrible way.
She doesn't realize that all the time she spends with Jaskier is only making her own afflictions stronger. Both touched by the same force, they simply encourage one another's curse to deepen and strengthen, each urging the other to further indulgence and temptation.
Which is why Nadine finds herself where she is. Until now, whatever thoughts she'd had in this direction were fleeting, vague things. Despite the nature of her and Jaskier's relationship, she hasn't seriously considered taking many other lovers. In the entire year they've had something between them, she's slept with one other person once. A myriad of reasons and excuses keeps her from venturing too far from familiar beds. But she's noticed people. There is no shortage of attractive adults among the Summoned of Cadens. And over the last few days that noticing has turned to something more tangible. And specifically focused, the urge coming and going until it refused to leave her mind. Until it was spinning half-conceived fantasies and playing out memories of flexing muscles and that charming little smile.
She's a sucker for a boyish grin.
It was a good half an hour of arguing with herself, her practical sense pitted against that oh-so-compelling voice in her head urging her to just do it. Unsurprisingly, the little voice had won and she'd put on a new dress - black, off the shoulder, the bodice a snug corset and the skirt uneven falls of black lace that show a good deal of leg - and a bit of color to her lips and eyelids. As she prepares the impulse only grows stronger and her decision feels more right.
It still feels right as she finds herself outside of Dean's door after sunset, knocking firmly. She's relatively certain he's in. And likely to be alone. She has no backup plan for if he isn't, but the idea never entered her mind.
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She doesn't realize that all the time she spends with Jaskier is only making her own afflictions stronger. Both touched by the same force, they simply encourage one another's curse to deepen and strengthen, each urging the other to further indulgence and temptation.
Which is why Nadine finds herself where she is. Until now, whatever thoughts she'd had in this direction were fleeting, vague things. Despite the nature of her and Jaskier's relationship, she hasn't seriously considered taking many other lovers. In the entire year they've had something between them, she's slept with one other person once. A myriad of reasons and excuses keeps her from venturing too far from familiar beds. But she's noticed people. There is no shortage of attractive adults among the Summoned of Cadens. And over the last few days that noticing has turned to something more tangible. And specifically focused, the urge coming and going until it refused to leave her mind. Until it was spinning half-conceived fantasies and playing out memories of flexing muscles and that charming little smile.
She's a sucker for a boyish grin.
It was a good half an hour of arguing with herself, her practical sense pitted against that oh-so-compelling voice in her head urging her to just do it. Unsurprisingly, the little voice had won and she'd put on a new dress - black, off the shoulder, the bodice a snug corset and the skirt uneven falls of black lace that show a good deal of leg - and a bit of color to her lips and eyelids. As she prepares the impulse only grows stronger and her decision feels more right.
It still feels right as she finds herself outside of Dean's door after sunset, knocking firmly. She's relatively certain he's in. And likely to be alone. She has no backup plan for if he isn't, but the idea never entered her mind.
Only one thing filled her thoughts at the moment.