Yennefer wadded her feet in the water of the lake, the dock beneath her damp from the early morning dew. She watched as the villagers around her splashed in the early summer water – she didn't know how they did it, it was still much too cold for her liking. She saw Geralt's head of white hair bobbing in the water near the other end of the lake, slowly making a lap back to her, and her eyes drifted to the other people enjoying the fresh morning.
"Daddy, Daddy, come play!" She heard a little girl squeal near the edge of the lake, and turned in time to see a man pick up the child and playfully throw her into the water, making the girl scream and giggle all at the same time, her dad following closely behind.
Despite herself Yennefer sighed, her shoulders slumping as she watched the father and daughter playing together. She remembered when Ciri was young, and Geralt would play with her in the same way.
Yen rubbed her lower abdomen, and looked at her flat stomach. As much as she tried, she couldn't imagine herself swelled with a child growing within her – that famous glow lighting her cheeks like she saw so many times on other woman heavy with child.
Maybe it was for the best – she had Ciri for a while, who was now making her own way across the world as a Witcher, and that would have to be enough. But she couldn't help thinking of a child, running into the water with Geralt following close behind – a head of thick, dark hair and eyes a golden amber.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice a certain Witcher sneak his way over to her, slipping just below the dock so Yennefer couldn't see him. Swift like the wolf of his school, he snuck his arms around her waist and pulled her into the cool water with him with a loud whoop.
Never taking his hands from her waist, he watched her splutter to right herself in the water, splashing water into his laughing face in the meantime. Once she recollected herself and caught her breath, her teeth chattering in the cool water, she glared at her love, her cheeks flushing in anger.
Before she could open her mouth to tell him off, Geralt had captured her lips with his own. She tried resisting at first, but his lips and hands were insistent, and she couldn't deny that somehow, despite swimming in the freezing water for an hour, his body was still warm. So she leaned into his touch – just a bit, she was still upset of course. Her koal would be ruined.
Finally, he let her go, ready to deal with any leftover animosity she would have towards him. Instead, she muttered "insatiable" under her breath, rather amusedly, and simply floated away, something else already catching her attention
He watched her approach a little girl sitting on the shore, knees drawn up to her chest and away from all the other children playing. Gently, Yen approached her and spoke to her a moment, before offering her hand to the girl. She took it, only hesitating a little, and Yennefer led her into the water, playing with her in the shallow end.
He watched Yennefer's serene and content face, and for a moment, Geralt thought of a little girl with dark, thick locks and golden amber eyes.
A/N: I just wanted to say a big THANK YOU to everybody who has favorited this, followed it, and definitely reviewed it! I'm so happy so many people enjoy this fic, and I love hearing your feedback :) It's so lovely to hear! I know I used this concept in another one of my Yen fics, but I thought it would fit nicely with Geralt too. So I hope you enjoy!