Has anyone ever told him he might be veering too closely on the side of paranoia?
[ What would be the reason, otherwise, to be in possession of that many forms of monitoring unless someone felt the compulsion to use them? Even Yennefer only keeps the lightest of wards around her living space, but anyone who trespasses where she lays her head also does so at their own peril — she finds there's enough to intimidate from a woman who only puts up limited safety measures. It leaves whoever's stupid enough to try and invade her domicile wondering exactly what the greater threat is within.
She can't claim she expected Laura to go to any great lengths in dressing for her, but the truth is Yennefer will never be comfortable in the sort of attire the younger woman has on — if she's not wearing a gown like this one, she'd rather be naked, and leave room for nothing in between.
She plucks the glass of wine from that outstretched hand, though, taking a measured sip of it without breaking eye contact — easy to do when Laura's been as generous with the pour as she has — and then, almost in the same breath, reaches out to slide an unoccupied hand across the inward dip above Laura's waist, the stretch of skin between top and bottoms.
A short tug, mostly to close more of the distance between them, and then she brings their mouths together — slow, deep, letting Laura taste the wine still clinging to her lips. ]
Let me see you. [ Laura's body, she means, without a stitch of clothing impeding her ability to appreciate it in person. ] And then I'll let you make good on that offer of yours.
[ the fact that they had this conversation at all is probably an indicator on its own that laura has loosened up in recent months — at least in certain areas, but if that isn't enough, the fact that she's quick to kiss back without hesitation says the same. where before she might have dodged or ducked, distracted to avoid meeting someone's lips, instead she leans up and sighs into the other woman's mouth, bringing a hand up to touch her fingertips to yennefer's cheek, briefly.
the touch only lasts a moment though, before the request comes — not that it sounds like much of a request. laura arches a brow, but that doesn't stop her from dropping her hands to the hem of her shirt, peeling it over her head. the tanks gets tossed to the side to be dealt with later. laura's actually very tidy, generally speaking, but right now she definitely has other priorities. ]
Do you like what you see, then?
[ she's not done quite yet, though she pauses for a moment just to get a little of a reaction from yennefer before she continues. her thumbs hook into the waistband of her shorts and she bends as she slides them down over her hips, back arched and ass up slightly as she pushes the clothes down her legs and all the way to her ankles.
she's even slower to straighten back up, about as showy as laura ever gets as she stands in front of yennefer, chin tipped up as she steps in closer again. ]
[ It's a sign of something — of what, even Yennefer isn't sure, but she's not about to put a stop to this for the sole purpose of investigating the real reason behind Laura's message in the first place. The kiss is more of a greeting, if anything, a refamiliarizing, a reminder that even if one thing between them hadn't lasted, there's another that they're still very, very good at.
And therein lies a fascinating observation that Yennefer is only just beginning to make about herself — how this place has given her opportunity to indulge a preference she'd believed to be more inferior to her interest in men. She'd still consider herself more prominently attracted to the opposite gender, but on the other hand, she's thoroughly enjoying the sight of Laura bluntly and methodically stripping off each article of clothing one layer at a time.
She gives voice to a soft hum of approval, mostly around another sip of wine, like she's savoring the view right along with the drink. ]
Much. [ The lift of Laura's chin, however, gives her an idea, and Yen encourages her to keep her head tipped back, extending her wineglass with a clear motive. ]
Open. [ If some of the wine overflows from her brief attempt at pouring directly into Laura's mouth, ends up rolling down her chin, her throat, her breasts — that's just a natural consequence. It certainly won't bother Yennefer to render her that way, judging by the expression on her face. ]
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[ What would be the reason, otherwise, to be in possession of that many forms of monitoring unless someone felt the compulsion to use them? Even Yennefer only keeps the lightest of wards around her living space, but anyone who trespasses where she lays her head also does so at their own peril — she finds there's enough to intimidate from a woman who only puts up limited safety measures. It leaves whoever's stupid enough to try and invade her domicile wondering exactly what the greater threat is within.
She can't claim she expected Laura to go to any great lengths in dressing for her, but the truth is Yennefer will never be comfortable in the sort of attire the younger woman has on — if she's not wearing a gown like this one, she'd rather be naked, and leave room for nothing in between.
She plucks the glass of wine from that outstretched hand, though, taking a measured sip of it without breaking eye contact — easy to do when Laura's been as generous with the pour as she has — and then, almost in the same breath, reaches out to slide an unoccupied hand across the inward dip above Laura's waist, the stretch of skin between top and bottoms.
A short tug, mostly to close more of the distance between them, and then she brings their mouths together — slow, deep, letting Laura taste the wine still clinging to her lips. ]
Let me see you. [ Laura's body, she means, without a stitch of clothing impeding her ability to appreciate it in person. ] And then I'll let you make good on that offer of yours.
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the touch only lasts a moment though, before the request comes — not that it sounds like much of a request. laura arches a brow, but that doesn't stop her from dropping her hands to the hem of her shirt, peeling it over her head. the tanks gets tossed to the side to be dealt with later. laura's actually very tidy, generally speaking, but right now she definitely has other priorities. ]
Do you like what you see, then?
[ she's not done quite yet, though she pauses for a moment just to get a little of a reaction from yennefer before she continues. her thumbs hook into the waistband of her shorts and she bends as she slides them down over her hips, back arched and ass up slightly as she pushes the clothes down her legs and all the way to her ankles.
she's even slower to straighten back up, about as showy as laura ever gets as she stands in front of yennefer, chin tipped up as she steps in closer again. ]
Better?
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And therein lies a fascinating observation that Yennefer is only just beginning to make about herself — how this place has given her opportunity to indulge a preference she'd believed to be more inferior to her interest in men. She'd still consider herself more prominently attracted to the opposite gender, but on the other hand, she's thoroughly enjoying the sight of Laura bluntly and methodically stripping off each article of clothing one layer at a time.
She gives voice to a soft hum of approval, mostly around another sip of wine, like she's savoring the view right along with the drink. ]
Much. [ The lift of Laura's chin, however, gives her an idea, and Yen encourages her to keep her head tipped back, extending her wineglass with a clear motive. ]
Open. [ If some of the wine overflows from her brief attempt at pouring directly into Laura's mouth, ends up rolling down her chin, her throat, her breasts — that's just a natural consequence. It certainly won't bother Yennefer to render her that way, judging by the expression on her face. ]