[ oh, that’s not what yennefer is arguing. she is very aware that anakin is wanted here, as she is the one to explicitly call him to her room, but it’s the sandpiper he has to convince of that. and there is a good part of yennefer that is amused by the ordeal.
she knows enough about anakin to know he won’t stop until he’s got this figured out. or at least until he’s strongarmed his way to a kind of agreement. his will and determination is something she likes about him, after all. but there is entertainment in watching it happen.
the weight of his hand at her hip is a familiar one, especially when accompanied with the one under her chin, and yennefer finds herself smiling gently into the press of lips. he is hungry for it, hungry for more of her, and it sends a pleased warm feeling through her chest. the kiss is gentle, slow, and yennefer kisses him back with the same languid warmth he shows her, even as she pulls away to ask for the glass of wine.
i’m sure i’ll piss you off somehow he says, casually, and yennefer snorts. because yes, she knows better than most that there will come a time when all the things he loves about her will turn on their head back at him. how her will and power and might will come up against whatever it is he believes to be worth the force of it. but that will be a problem for another day. ] I’d be warned— I’m something of a nightmare when I’m pissed off. [ she says it with a joking edge, but plenty of self awareness too.
and yet, even as he says that, anakin is still turning to pour her the glass, and yennefer steps in behind him, closing that small amount of distance to set her chin to his shoulder. hmmmm she hums, her own hands setting on his hips, deciding she wants the extended contact, until he turns to hand her the glass. she lets go of him enough to take a sip, though she’s still close, still somewhat in his space, as she considers. ]
I have some ideas, yes, though I’m always open for more. [ her brow arches when she glances to meet his eyes. ] If you have any.
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she knows enough about anakin to know he won’t stop until he’s got this figured out. or at least until he’s strongarmed his way to a kind of agreement. his will and determination is something she likes about him, after all. but there is entertainment in watching it happen.
the weight of his hand at her hip is a familiar one, especially when accompanied with the one under her chin, and yennefer finds herself smiling gently into the press of lips. he is hungry for it, hungry for more of her, and it sends a pleased warm feeling through her chest. the kiss is gentle, slow, and yennefer kisses him back with the same languid warmth he shows her, even as she pulls away to ask for the glass of wine.
i’m sure i’ll piss you off somehow he says, casually, and yennefer snorts. because yes, she knows better than most that there will come a time when all the things he loves about her will turn on their head back at him. how her will and power and might will come up against whatever it is he believes to be worth the force of it. but that will be a problem for another day. ] I’d be warned— I’m something of a nightmare when I’m pissed off. [ she says it with a joking edge, but plenty of self awareness too.
and yet, even as he says that, anakin is still turning to pour her the glass, and yennefer steps in behind him, closing that small amount of distance to set her chin to his shoulder. hmmmm she hums, her own hands setting on his hips, deciding she wants the extended contact, until he turns to hand her the glass. she lets go of him enough to take a sip, though she’s still close, still somewhat in his space, as she considers. ]
I have some ideas, yes, though I’m always open for more. [ her brow arches when she glances to meet his eyes. ] If you have any.