Geralt and Eira - Sparks of Fire

One shot - teaser

Jaskier had left without one word after Eira had told him she was an Elemental. He had left her by the crumbling castle where the Djinn had worked its magic and the Elemental felt her heart break in a million pieces when her gaze watched the Bard disappear into the near forest.

Months had passed and she had felt both sadness and anger while travelling with Geralt from one place to another. The Witcher didn't speak of Jaskier. Eira didn't know if he was angry with the bard or just plainly forgotten about him. Either way, she was grateful for it.

They took contracts, hunted monsters and collected coin together. And slowly, the heartbreak didn't hurt so much anymore. Instead, the elemental laughed with Geralt around the campfire when they talked about the things they did during the day.

The spark of hapinness returned in her eyes.

One lazy evening at one of the Inn's, Geralt and Eira shared dinner together in silence after a long day of travelling. The witcher denied a contract that day because he thought they both needed some well needed rest.

"You're getting stronger," he said and glanced at her.

Their elbows touched and Eira leaned back with a satisfied smile on her face.

"I had a lot of practice the last months," she locked eyes with him and Geralt swiftly looked away.

Something he did for the last few weeks, yet Eira figured it was a 'Witcher' - thing and never brought it up.

"Hmm," he murmered and took a gulp of his ale.

Eira felt the silence around them and Geralt pulled his elbow away.

"Do you want to play a round of Gwent?"

He laughed then, the sound brought an unexpected shiver on her spine.

"No," he countered back, his voice light and finally locked eyes with her again. "I trained you too well."

Eira's eyes widened and her smile grew.

"You're scared of losing," she said with a chuckle.

"No," Geralt smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm fed up with losing every night."

Eira laughed loud and sincere, so much that she needed to hold her stomach because it hurt. Geralt chuckled lightly with her and Eira locked eyes with him again. And the air around them changed slightly. She wasn't the only one who felt it because the Witcher cleared his throat and looked into his now empty pint.

"I'm going to bed," he said quietly and stood up in a blink of an eye.

"Yes, me too," Eira murmured and wiped her sweaty hands on her dress. "Good night, Geralt."

"Good night, Eira. The key to your room," he handed her the large key that he got when he checked them both in before dinner. "Your next to mine."

She saw him leave up the stairs, got up and bit gnawed at her bottom lip. For some reason, her gaze kept following him up the stairs until the Witcher was completely out of sight.

"I hope you have coin for the meal?"

The waitor of the Inn made her head snap into his direction and Eira nodded while paying him.

"I'm going for a walk," she said. "Is someone still here if I come back after an hour?"

"You're free to go and come," the friendly man told her with a smile. "Just be careful, these roads aren't always safe for a young lady alone."

Eira nodded and went out into the fresh air.

She was ... confused. Her heart wasn't meant to speed up like that when she looked at Geralt. The last time she felt butterflies for someone, it didn't end well.

Another part of her disagreed. Whispered that Geralt exactly knew who she was and still stuck around.

A curse rolled of her lips and Eira shook her head while turning a corner towards the center of the town. Her walk took exactly an hour, and how hard she tried, Eira couldn't stop thinking about Geralt.

Her mind was chaotic with confusion and she needed to talk to him. To get things straight. To know she imagined things because the more she thought about it, the more Eira remembered that Geralt tried to not touch her since a week or two. Or averted his gaze from her when she was close by.

That he became protective during their fights. Even got angry once when Eira came too close against a Wraith.

Before she was fully aware, she was inside the Inn and before his door. The whole house was silent and doubt crossed her mind.

The door opened at the same moment she stuck her fist up to knock. Revealing Geralt with only his linnen trousers on. Eira arched a brow and tried to keep her gaze on his face and not let it travel down his torso.

"Eira," he spoke gruffily.

"How did you know...," she started and Geralt opened his door completly.

"The magic, it stirred me awake," he replied and he took a step sideways so Eira could enter his room.

She did, with nervous hands and slightly shaking.

"I'm sorry," she said and turned on her heels, "I didn't mean to wake you. It isn't important. It can wait until morning."

Geralt scratched his hair and groaned when she made her way towards the door again.

"You're here now," he murmured and stuck out his arm to stop her from leaving. Closing the door with his foot and Eira felt his fingers circling around her waist.

She felt the warmth of his hand burning through her dress and Eira swallowed away the sudden dryness in her throat. This was a mistake. What was she thinking?

"What is it, Eira? It's close to midnight."

He was so close that Eira could feel his breath on her face. Hesitantly, the Elemental turned her face to face him.

"It's no..."

"Don't say it's nothing," he breathed impatiently. "You never woke me before."

She could see his gaze darted over her face and slowly, but steadily, Geralt's other hand came to rest on her hips. Holding her completely still and grounded.

She opened her lips, thought the better of it and licked them instead. Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips and Eira let out a soft groan. She couldn't help it and her body moved out of its own.

She closed the distance between them and put her lips on his. Hesitantly, doubting but strong enough that the Witcher knew she was kissing him.

He froze. His grip on her hips tightened and Eira pulled back after a few seconds when Geralt didn't move. Not his hands, not his lips.

"I'm so...," she started when she noticed the shocked look on his face.

Eira wasn't able to finish her sentence. The Witcher moved fast. Faster then she ever saw him move when his hands let go of her hips and cradled her face into them.

His lips came crashing down on hers. Wild and untamed, the Witcher's lips claimed hers. His fingers in her hair, on her throat, collarbones and shoulders. It was as if his hands were all at once and Eira's hands came to rest on his chest while answering his kiss with so much passion that Geralt groaned in her mouth.

"Shit," he murmured when he pulled slightly back so he could look at her.

His eyes dark, his hold on her still strong. Eira's lips tingled, her magic twirled wildly inside her. The golden, sparkling thread that bound them, cirled around them both when Geralt pulled her against him again. The thread sparkling brightly, embracing them both while Eira circled her hands behind his neck.

She felt the warmth of his chest, let her fingers roam over the tight muscles gently while the Witcher's thumbs hooked underneath the shoulder bands of her dress. He carefully moved them so they hung loosely around her upper arms.

He broke the kiss, just to move his head slightly down. A whimper escaped her mouth when his lips came to rest in the crook of her neck. Tracing kissed towards her collarbone and Eira closed her eyes underneath his touch.

She might have whimpered his name, she wasn't sure but her hold on him only tightened around his back.

The magic in the room trembled playfully in waves all around them. Illuminating them both in a soft golden light.

A/N Hi everyone! I'm still working on Embers. In the meantime, I'm writing the Geralt/Eira ship. (I couldn't let it go) So, this is a teaser for you. I hope you like it! I need to finish Embers first. XoXo Aysline