Yennefer paced back and forth across the room while Geralt watched her from the doorway. He leaned against the doorframe, and he couldn't help but think Yen looked like an angry cat. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes angry, and he swore he heard a hiss escape her lips as she made another circuit.

"Yen, what's wrong?" he groaned, stepping into the room and blocking the path she was wearing into their bedroom floor. She looked up at him, eyes bright and a little bit furious.

"What's wrong! Are you dense Geralt? This is what's wrong!" She stuffed a piece of paper into his face, and he quickly caught it before it fell to the floor.

Yen sat herself down on the edge of the bed, folding her arms and pouting while Geralt read the note she had given him. Oh, it was the letter he had received from Triss this morning, inviting him and a guest to some ball or other being thrown in Kovir.

"And…?" The letter had no perfume or lipstick marks marring it, and when he had told Yen about it initially, she was excited to go dress shopping and see the gossip of court again – at least for a short while.

She huffed indignantly, "Read it again." She demanded.

Another groan, "Monsieur Geralt of Rivia, I, Triss Merigold, invite you and one guest –"

She jumped up suddenly, "There! Right there! Not only are you Triss's special guest to some stupid ball, but she didn't even put me in the letter! Who did she think you would take? Zoltan?" She scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and Geralt rubbed his palm against his face. She opened her mouth as if she would say more, but instead sat back down on the bed, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"I just – never mind Geralt, this is stupid. You know what I think? I think we shouldn't go to this ball at all," she waved her hand absently.

Geralt, sly smirk intact, slid up beside her on the bed, wrapping his arm snuggly around her waist, mouth hot against her ear, "Sounds like someone's jealous to me."

Wrong thing to say, apparently. Yennefer turned to face him, appalled, and pushed him hard against his chest.

"Jealous? Are you mad, Geralt? I'm not jealous! How dare you – oof!"

He had her pinned beneath him on the bed, eyes bright and fierce – the eyes of an animal, Yennefer noticed absent-mindedly.

"Yen," the way he said her name made her shiver, "Who did I choose?"

She was silent for a moment, before quietly, "Me."

"Who has always held my heart?"

"…Me?"

"And who do I love?" He had a small smile curving his lips now.

"Me," Yen replied weakly.

"Good," he rewarded her with a sound kiss on the lips, and when he pulled back a small blush covered her cheeks.

"And who always knows how to make me irritated, to no end?"

At this Yen raised one delicate eyebrow, "Well, for all I know, Triss made your life a living hell while you had lost your memory, and it must have been no walk in the park dealing with Keira –"

He kissed her again, "You know, I agree. I have a much better idea of what we could do than going to some stupid ball."

A/N: Thank you SO MUCH Skadarken-Weiz, Wolffark, LucasA, and Reader for your reviews, and especially MegKY for your continued reviews! I am so happy all of you like these so much! And a shoutout to all of you who have reviewed on previous chapters as well! And for those of you who have faved/followed this fic! AH!

Also thinking about Priscilla/Dandelion one-shot/one-shot collection? They would be super cute, I think. Thanks for reading :)