Her warmth is easy to mirror, and though small, his smile is a touch playful.
"Pfft." Sweeney rolls his eyes up, as if to consider something before giving his answer.
"There's so much between here an' there," he sighs in mock lamentation.
"The chair by the hearth...bunch'a walls...the floor..." Sweeney will happily have her on any of them that she'll let him. He's eager to savor every flavor she has to offer.
"The chair," Yennefer muses aloud, casting a glance in the direction of that particular piece of furniture.
As she does, the briefest impression of her thoughts will be easy to discern, her naked body in a kneeling straddle across his as she grips the back of said chair for purchase and rides him slowly, eagerly, both of their bodies lathered in sweat thanks to the heat from the crackling fire nearby.
"That'd be one way to spend an afternoon," she teases, her smile lingering, though judging by the lightness in her voice it's not exactly a complaint. "Ensuring all the remaining surfaces in this cottage have been properly defiled."
"You should," she whispers, while their faces are still hovering inches apart, close enough for her lips to brush against his with nearly every syllable she utters.
And then she seals her mouth over his, and it might be clear, even in the moment, that she'd hardly protest if he wanted to take her again, this time while the amethyst he gave her is nestled at her throat.
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"Pfft." Sweeney rolls his eyes up, as if to consider something before giving his answer.
"There's so much between here an' there," he sighs in mock lamentation.
"The chair by the hearth...bunch'a walls...the floor..." Sweeney will happily have her on any of them that she'll let him. He's eager to savor every flavor she has to offer.
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As she does, the briefest impression of her thoughts will be easy to discern, her naked body in a kneeling straddle across his as she grips the back of said chair for purchase and rides him slowly, eagerly, both of their bodies lathered in sweat thanks to the heat from the crackling fire nearby.
"That'd be one way to spend an afternoon," she teases, her smile lingering, though judging by the lightness in her voice it's not exactly a complaint. "Ensuring all the remaining surfaces in this cottage have been properly defiled."
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"Careful, lest I take that as a challenge." Sweeney nuzzles her nose softly with his.
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And then she seals her mouth over his, and it might be clear, even in the moment, that she'd hardly protest if he wanted to take her again, this time while the amethyst he gave her is nestled at her throat.