Geralt breathed in the salty breeze native to the Skellige isles, still groggy and a little bit disoriented from waking up a tad too early for his liking. Was it really before noon? The nightmares were back again in full force, about the Hunt, Ciri not surviving the Crones' fury afterall… so the jolt from his storm of a mind was actually quite pleasant in comparison to the alternative.

He shuddered slightly, the cold getting in from an open shutter he had forgotten to close the night prior due to being… preoccupied, and the movement made the person lying beside him and currently using his arm as a pillow squirm, trying to get comfortable once again from his sudden movement.

He turned his head to find his nose buried in a mass of midnight locks, the smell of lilac and gooseberries overtaking his senses. He sighed in contentment, running his hand up the side of his bedfellow, running his hand from her hip to the dip in her waist, and higher, making her squirm to try and get comfortable again, pushing her back into the chest of her own personal bed warmer as much as she could. She sighed in contentment, still asleep, and without disturbing her further, Geralt sat up slightly to get a better look at the woman he loved – it wasn't normal, after all, for him to wake up before her, so he took this moment while he had it.

The covers had fallen down to both their waists, revealing her bare torso and silky smooth skin. He caressed her side again, knowing he would never get tired of feeling it beneath his palms against his own bare skin. But what drew him was Yen's relaxed face.

Her lips were still slightly swollen from the attentions he paid to them last night, and he smirked knowing the dark marks crisscrossing her neck would be visible for all the village to see when she would go shopping this afternoon. Her face was so relaxed, no lines scrunching her forehead, and he thanked all the gods he could for the whirlwind that was Yennefer, and through everything, that she had chosen him.

He looked down suddenly, feeling movement near his hips, and noticed that Yen's bum had seemingly decided to awaken all on its own and awaken him in turn as well. He looked back up to see her eyes still closed, but that mischievous smile he knew all too well plastered on her lips.

He smirked again, and leaned down to kiss those smiling lips. "Minx."

She giggled lightly, eyelids opening to show him those brilliant violet orbs, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He leaned in for another kiss, hoping to stay in bed far longer than either of them should, but before he could do so she grabbed his chin between two of her fingers and pecked him quickly on the lips, before pushing him on his back so she could get up and begin her daily ablutions.

Geralt watched as she sat up and stretched languidly, her bare body against the morning light giving him plenty of ideas of what they could do that evening - again. Before she truly got out of bed, he watched as she unconsciously scratched the center of her back, the closest to where her true form hid, that she could reach. She rubbed the spot where her hunchback was, hidden from view, but before she could leave the bed Geralt wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest.

He saw her rub it every morning, her shoulders slumping with a burden she would never share with him, and every morning he ignored it, if only for her own pride. But he could not watch her slump in defeat any longer. She had nothing to hide, especially from him. If anything, it made her even more beautiful, the pride she wore the evermore graceful.

He kissed her back, slowly and gently over the now irritated spot, and despite her tensing at first, she soon sighed in pleasure and relaxed in his arms, "You're beautiful," he whispered to her skin.

She entwined her hands with his, squeezing them gently, and he understood. They sat a moment longer, before she turned swiftly in his arms to face him, legs entwined together. She rubbed the space between his brows, which only made him scowl further in jest. Yen giggled, but quickly turned sober once again.

Her face was serious, yet open, and he soaked in the vulnerable look, mirroring her seriousness in turn. She really was beautiful, all of her.

"You need to worry less."

"Well, that's going to be tricky."

"No, I mean-" she paused, her hand running over his chest and abdomen, "About Ciri, she's fine, the Hunt is over… And you have your dream right in your arms," there was that mischievous smile again, and Geralt couldn't help but capture her lips once more.

He didn't care if she read his mind, or if she could just tell from his tossing and turning at night that his conscious plagued him, because it was Yen. And her reassurance was all he needed, or wanted.

He loved this woman. Loved her, no doubt.

Before the kiss could deepen further, Yen pulled away again, and jumped from the bed knowing well that Geralt would try to convince her to stay in bed with him all day.

Yen's laugh was beautiful and resonated throughout their home as she escaped from their bedroom to begin the day, "I do need to get things done today, Geralt. But once I return home, I'm all yours!"

Tease. Geralt flopped back into bed, smiling at the thought of Yen returning home and him promptly showering her with attention before she could even walk through the front door. And then her showering him with attention…

"I love you, you know that right?"

That laugh, again, and he knew her gorgeous smile was accompanying it while she began heating some water, "Of course, and I love you too. Or else I don't know how I would deal with you."

A/N: Sorry if this is kind of OOC, I tried to write a little one-shot about these two, so please let me know how I did! It would be much appreciated :)

Edited: January 28th, 2016