[ Any misgivings she might've had are entirely drowned out by the tingling warmth in her limbs, the heat of his mouth on hers. Any higher logic pushing her to consider it would probably be technically a better and more comfortable idea to insist on the bedroom has fled by now, replaced by the urgency of desire, and the pleasant unreality of this moment as it seems to separate from the confines of the physical room and the concept of time -- it's just them, just him and the press of the counter's edge at the small of her back, and the pounding of her own heart in her temples.
Ciri's lips are wet with his tongue. She breathes out, air mingling with his, eyes soft and hazy, watching him with pupils nearly eclipsing the green. It isn't shyness this time, but she blushes all the same. ]
We won't be interrupted. [ She promises, voice barely above a whisper. It's not a no. ]
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Ciri's lips are wet with his tongue. She breathes out, air mingling with his, eyes soft and hazy, watching him with pupils nearly eclipsing the green. It isn't shyness this time, but she blushes all the same. ]
We won't be interrupted. [ She promises, voice barely above a whisper. It's not a no. ]