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compliant through season 4 of the witcher.
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compliant through season 4 of the witcher.
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compliant through season 4 of the witcher.
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compliant through season 4 of the witcher.
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( while geralt is absolutely a fan of how she typically smells, he's not going to be upset that she smells like him for at least a little while.
he takes the hint of her movement and cradles her breast with his hand, squeezing and kneading before the touch of his fingers grows heavier against her nipple. )
Maybe I don't want to wash that away.
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[ If she had it in her to be well and truly honest about the subject, she'd be more willing to confess that she doesn't mind it either — even if her nose tends to wrinkle up in sensitivity around his scent, even if he often smells more of horse than man depending on how many hours he's spent in the saddle.
But the tub itself is something she suggested knowing full well that they might get distracted from the act of bathing, and his hand strafing over her breast only confirms her suspicions as she draws herself up into his touch, head nudged to his while he plays with her. ]
Are you going to use this bath to make me messier?
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( geralt doesn't make a move immediately, deciding that he's fine with just moving his hand over her breast and listening to her speak for the moment. he hums, thumbing over her nipple while he peers at her. )
Though, I seriously doubt you brought us both into the tub simply for the art of soaping up and getting clean.
( he knows how you can be, yennefer. )
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[ That isn't voiced as a complaint, not when it leaves her more softly, and her gaze has fallen to where most of their bodies are submerged beneath the water; there's a lack of haste in her demeanor, nothing that indicates she wants to hoist herself out of the tub any time soon, though it might become a necessity sooner rather than later once the water gets cold. ]
Do I seem so diabolical to you?
[ She doesn't require his answer to that, especially not when her head has lolled back enough for her to lightly scrape her teeth against the firm angle of his jawline, her tongue dragging across the persistent steadiness of his pulse. ]
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( there is quiet amusement in his voice though. she could absolutely be diabolical and manipulative but he doesn't think she's doing so right now.
he sighs and tips his head to the side to give her more space while he lazily twists her nipple between thumb and finger. )
You are absolutely the type to do one thing to get your way while making it seem like it wasn't your choice.
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[ It's not protest he's met with either, once his fingers have found the bud of her nipple, made more prominent each time she arches a bit more out of the water and the cool air meets her heated skin — only now, it's arousal that has rendered them hard and kept them that way for his touch to stir more within her.
Beneath the water, her thighs shift open to fall on either side of his, and she angles herself so that her rear is notched more prominently against his cock, initiating an idle rock of her hips. ]
But this — this is my choice.
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( his voice deepens, roughens as she rocks against his cock. it's nothing that's going to make him come just yet but it's enough to make his stomach churn and his blood start to heat.
he licks his lips and gives her nipple a sharper, longer twist before he soothes over it with his fingers. )
I'm glad that your choice and my choice seem to align.
( humming, he leans closer and slides his mouth against the side of her neck. )