While Yennefer was obviously aware of what the Fae encouraged at almost every turn — those details had not escaped her notice, first in her basic introductions and then at the Yule event, through which she'd been able to learn more information from others who had been present here much longer than she — there was a part of her that felt no significant pressure to engage in anything right away, regardless of whether it would have given her earlier rewards in the process. Going to Max's bed had been a pleasant respite from dwelling on her circumstances, from poring over texts from the library, from attempting to tap into her magic again — but she certainly hadn't expected to receive Geralt at her door this soon.
In the moment, however, she couldn't bring herself to protest — not while he kissed her, and certainly not as she refamiliarized herself with the taste of his mouth, firm and warm against her own, seeking but not attempting to dominate her, letting her lean forward and meet him instead. He seemed to like it more when she wasn't meekly responsive, if memory served, and the rumble of his groan across her lips made it readily evident that he'd particularly enjoyed her nipping at his.
The resulting press of his body against hers sent her shuffling back a few paces, further into the room, and once the door was shut behind them with a resounding thud it was as if they had fully been unleashed on one another, gripping at one another's bodies with a desperation that couldn't be stifled. She barely perceived being plucked up in his arms, lifted as though she hardly weighed anything of consequence, until she was unceremoniously deposited on the closest flat surface, fragile bottles smashing against the floor after he'd swept it clean of any obstacles.
She was clutching onto him now, letting her tongue not only battle but war with his, letting him lick deep into her mouth before doing the same to him in return, and her legs fell apart to permit him to shift in between them, the halves of her robe slipping open to expose her to the hip. Next to him, she was clad in significantly fewer layers, something that would become even clearer as her fingers briefly fumbled for the belt tied around her waist keeping the robe closed and finally tugged the knot free, baring even more of her body in the process — smooth skin, the valley between her breasts, the flat plane of her abdomen, the dark curls above her cunt. If the kiss finally broke between them, with her leaning back against the cool glass of the mirror, it was only because she wanted to let him see her, to reveal herself to him like this, to see what he would do once his gaze could feast on her practically nude form. She was already half-breathless from his mouth on hers, chest rising and falling with soft pants as she waited for his next move.
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In the moment, however, she couldn't bring herself to protest — not while he kissed her, and certainly not as she refamiliarized herself with the taste of his mouth, firm and warm against her own, seeking but not attempting to dominate her, letting her lean forward and meet him instead. He seemed to like it more when she wasn't meekly responsive, if memory served, and the rumble of his groan across her lips made it readily evident that he'd particularly enjoyed her nipping at his.
The resulting press of his body against hers sent her shuffling back a few paces, further into the room, and once the door was shut behind them with a resounding thud it was as if they had fully been unleashed on one another, gripping at one another's bodies with a desperation that couldn't be stifled. She barely perceived being plucked up in his arms, lifted as though she hardly weighed anything of consequence, until she was unceremoniously deposited on the closest flat surface, fragile bottles smashing against the floor after he'd swept it clean of any obstacles.
She was clutching onto him now, letting her tongue not only battle but war with his, letting him lick deep into her mouth before doing the same to him in return, and her legs fell apart to permit him to shift in between them, the halves of her robe slipping open to expose her to the hip. Next to him, she was clad in significantly fewer layers, something that would become even clearer as her fingers briefly fumbled for the belt tied around her waist keeping the robe closed and finally tugged the knot free, baring even more of her body in the process — smooth skin, the valley between her breasts, the flat plane of her abdomen, the dark curls above her cunt. If the kiss finally broke between them, with her leaning back against the cool glass of the mirror, it was only because she wanted to let him see her, to reveal herself to him like this, to see what he would do once his gaze could feast on her practically nude form. She was already half-breathless from his mouth on hers, chest rising and falling with soft pants as she waited for his next move.