Her chest heaved as she tried to process all the images she just saw. Triss looked terribly small, refusing to meet Yennefer's eyes, looking almost like she did when she had first woken from her slumber. Her mind was a whirlwind; Triss was in love with her. She never wanted Geralt. Even though this does not excuse what she did to her, she obviously wasn't in the right state of mind when she did it. She wanted Yennefer to hate Geralt, and in a twisted and desperate attempt to keep them separated, she slept with him.

And Philippa knew of this the entire time. It irked Yennefer to know Philippa had this knowledge when she didn't, and she wad surprised she had not used it against her somehow. Then again, it appears that she did use it against Triss. She seemed to have some kind of dominant relationship with her, "punishing" her whenever Triss would stray from what she wanted for her. Perhaps it didn't help Philippa's ego to know that Triss was in love with her, rather than her teacher. Suddenly, her strange encounter with the woman in her doorway suddenly made sense; how she claimed Yennefer was oblivious, and her concern that Yennefer would wind up hurting her.

"Youre…You're in love with me?" Yennefer whispered, though her voice seemed loud against the tense air.

To her alarm, Triss' face crumpled immediately, her hand coming to grip her face as to hide her shame and embarrassment, as well as contain the sob that threatened to burst past her lips.

"I'm so sorry," she managed, her voice muffled behind her hand. "I understand if y-you…"

She never finished her sentence, the emotion proving too great to bear. She lowered her head and continued to weep, unable to face Yennefer. Whether she thought Yennefer would laugh at her, or run away despite her promise, she wasn't sure.

It was strange, the fact that she didn't want to run. Upon hearing something like this, in fact if she were told by anyone that they were in love with her, which was certainly many times, her very first instinct was to always run. But she didn't feel that way now.

She watched the broken angel fall apart in front of her with the knowledge of her shameful secret that she had kept locked up all those years was finally exposed, to Yennefer no less, and all she wanted was to take Triss in her arms.

More than that, she wanted to kiss her again. She wanted Triss to make her feel like she did in those drawings, she wanted to feel her hands roaming her body, memorizing every inch of her. She couldn't explain why the knowledge of her love only seemed to fuel Yennefer's desires, but it did.

The only part that scared her, was the fact that she rather enjoyed being loved by Triss. That she was open to it. Maybe even open to loving her back, after everything they had been through. In a way, she already did. It was why her betrayal hurt her so, it was why she rescued her from that prison. Maybe she never hated Triss, but rather, something else.

Without thinking, she took Triss' trembling hand which was still locked in her own, turning it until her palm was facing upwards. She leaned forward and pressed her lips there, effectively stilling the woman across from her. Triss now looked at her curiously through tear soaked lashes, her breath coming out unevenly.

"Yenna-?"

"Tell me," Yennefer whispered into her skin.

"Tell you…?"

"Say it."

Triss' breath hitched, her throat bobbing nervously, "I…I love you."

Yennefer couldn't hold back the deep purr that rumbled in her throat as she let Triss' words wash over her. Yes, she liked that. She kissed her wrist, the one she had cut, the stitches still hidden under the bandage, "again."

Triss lurched when Yennefer continued to press kisses to her arm, the skin hot under her mouth, "I love you, Yennefer."

She felt something snap inside of her, and she pulled on the arm in her grasp, eliciting a gasp from the other woman as she practically fell into her lap. But Yennefer was strong, and she expertly grabbed her hips and swung her feet around, so that she was now sitting on the edge of the bed with Triss straddling her. Her face was a beautiful shade of scarlet as she glanced down at their new position, her expression one of disbelief but lustful, as she gazed down at Yennefer through hooded lids.

She didn't hesitate to capture her lips again, this time with more fervor than before. Their tongues locked together, and she didn't miss how Triss shifted in her lap, as though desperate to create some friction between them, and suddenly the barrier of clothes between them was too much.

Her hands shook ever so slightly as the raised them to the fabric of the midnight blue gambeson, but she managed to deftly undo the strings without fumbling. She broke the kiss, but didn't let her eyes leave Triss, as she peeled the clothing from her shoulders, revealing nothing but a shift underneath.

With bated breath she removed that too, searching for resistance in the other woman's face. She found slight embarrassment as the fabric was removed altogether, leaving her pale skin exposed to the night air. It wasn't as though Yennefer had never seen her before, but she knew of the sensitivity that surrounded Triss' scars, for she made to cover up her chest the moment it was in sight.

But Yennefer's hands rested gently on her forearms, and wordlessly, she shifted her attention to the gauntlet. She saw Triss further retract into herself as she removed the prosthetic, her scars and mutilations now fully on display, with no clothing or jewelry to hide them.

The glove slid off with no resistance, and she placed it gently off to the side. Triss still instinctively tried to curl her arms in on herself, but Yennefer was already gripping her forearm, the one missing a hand. Without thinking twice, she brought the extremity to her lips, placing gentle kisses to the stump. Again and again, she pressed her lips to the freshly healed wound, showering it with intimate attention, worshipping it, loving it with the same attention she would pay the rest of her.

She glanced upwards to find Triss barely holding herself together, tears slipping silently down her face as she watched the very private ministrations Yennefer was giving to her arm, shocked that someone could do such a thing to something she considered to be too ugly for love.

She swept the pads of her thumbs under her eyes, catching any stray tears that threatened to fall. Her attention went downwards, to the exposed flesh of her chest in front of her. She repeated the process, pressing her lips to the mangled scar tissue from where she was burned, running her tongue gently up the deep rivulets from where the skin had fused together. She heard Triss choke back a sob, and she kissed her harder.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered into the skin between her breasts, her eyes raking up to meet Triss', "your scars are the most beautiful of all. I want to taste every inch of them, every inch of you. You never have to hide yourself from me, I never want you to feel ashamed or unworthy."

Her lip trembled as she listened to Yennefer's words, witnessed her actions, "you still find me…desirable? You could have anyone…"

Her hands cupped her cheeks, forcing Triss to look at her, "I want you. I desire you, with all of your scars and imperfections. To me, you are perfect."

Her smile was gorgeous, because it was genuine, a rarity for Triss nowadays. But in this moment, she looked as though she believed Yennefer's words to be true. Yennefer hoped she did, because they held more truth than she could ever express.

Triss hands had been resting on her shoulders, but now spurred on by Yennefer's encouragement, she was finally able to relax and allow herself to be lost in the same desires that Yennefer was. Her hand toyed with the lacing of her blouse, as though asking the questions to proceed. Instead of waiting for an answer, she began to tug on the laces without warning, and Yennefer was just happy she was able to find that confidence. She didn't mind playing a dominant and submissive role with the woman, but she didn't want the same barrier to exist between them as it did with her and Philippa. If Triss wanted to touch her, she didn't want her to be afraid to do so.

It was in this moment she realized it was best to give Triss that semblance of control she might not realize she needed. Triss' body had been horribly abused, the last time someone touched her was in a way that was certainly not loving, no, it was vile and it was stolen from her. Triss needed this done at her pace, and she needed to prove to herself that she was still capable of making love with someone.

So she allowed Triss to remove her clothing, to take the gambeson off on her own time without aid, so she didn't feel like she was useless or unable. She shrugged out of the clothes that now clung loosely to her frame, enjoying how Triss' eyes raked hungrily over her exposed breasts.

"I can't believe this is real…" she breathed in a daze, her hand coming up as though wanting to touch the soft mounds before her. Yennefer smirked and took it in her grasp, pressing it to her breast, relishing in the way Triss' eyes slipped shut, as though her wildest dreams were coming true.

The feeling of her warm hand kneading her breast gently was enough to send a pleasant heat through her abdomen, but seeing Triss so tantalizingly close with her own bare chest, Yennefer wanted to feel more.

So she pulled her down, eliciting an adorable gasp from the redhead as they crashed into the blankets, the sound cut off abruptly when she pressed a searing kiss to her lips. The feeling of their breasts pressed together stoked the fire as suspected, and combined with the strange thrill that this was Triss, she knew where this was leading.

She was almost ashamed at how ready she was; she never pined after Geralt, would always make him work on the buildup of her arousal, while Triss seemed to have effortlessly turned her into a blushing, soaking mess. The need for the removal of her pants was at the forefront of her mind, for she knew they wouldn't get anywhere without that.

"Triss-" she managed to gasp, before she took her lip in her teeth again, effectively cutting her communication off with a drawn out hiss of pleasure. "Triss-pants, now."

She made an effort to assist her this time, partially due to her increasing impatience fueled by the ravenous need pulsing in her belly Triss didn't seem to mind her assistance, as it was clear her movements were beginning to become frantic as well.

In a swift motion she pulled Triss to the mattress, to yank down the tight leather riding pants she wore as well, leaving milky skin now exposed to the air, but the fire provided ample light for her to appreciate the beauty before her.

She took a moment to hover over her, her eyes raking over her taught stomach, trailing downwards to where a soft patch of red hair began at her womanhood. She salivated at the prospect of devouring the woman before her, but she forced herself to show restraint in this moment, as minimal a supply she had.

Instead their gazes found each others, and Yennefer felt like she should say something, and the way Triss' soft lips parted slightly indicated that she felt the same. But Yennefer had no words to describe how she felt in this moment, so she kissed her sweetly instead.

Triss tongue filled her mouth delightfully and with great enthusiasm, the same sugar sweet scent clouding her senses again, and she barely registered the shift on the bed when Triss forced her onto her back, reversing their roles.

"I want you so bad-"

Her breath was on the shell of her ear, she felt her tongue run along the edge.

"-the things I've imagined-"

Her words were sultry, a tone she had never heard from Triss before, a tone that drove her mad.

"I want to taste you, to be inside you…"

Suddenly, a thigh is pressed tight into the apex of her legs, and she was disgusted with herself when she heard the small, needy word uttered from her own lips; "please…"

She heard Triss gasp and her face burned further, the reaction no doubt due to the copious amount of fluid that dripped from between her legs, her quickness to arousal now evident.

"Yenna," she moaned, her breath tickling her ear, and Gods what she wouldn't do to hear her name spoken like that again. "You're so ready for me…"

She gripped her shoulders, the buildup almost too much to bear, "Gods, Triss-"

"I had no idea I excited you so much," Triss drawled out, clearly pleased with the situation, "tell me, just how long have you been thinking about this too?"

She tried to clear the fog from her mind, her voice coming out hoarse and strained, "Since...Since shortly after your ah-arrival," she hiccups as the muscular thigh began to move against her.

"Mmmm if only I knew…"

Teeth sunk into the soft flesh of her neck and she cried out, before a warm tongue soothed the area. Her hands flew to Triss' waist, pulling her harder into her, desperately seeking more adequate friction into her burning center.

"Don't tease me," she growled softly, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her hips. Their game had gone on far too long, her body refused to waste anymore time. There would be time to enjoy it, to explore it, but now she just needed Triss to soothe the pressure building in her nether regions.

"Don't worry," Triss chuckled into her neck, before pulling back and locking her eyes on her, "I've been waiting long enough."

Without warning she moved lower, and Yennefer never took her eyes off of her as she latched her warm mouth onto her left breast, suckling on the painfully hard peak.

"Fuck!" she cried as she arched into the woman, the flat of her tongue spreading soothing warmth over her nipple, and she thought her brain might explode when she took it into her teeth. She didn't have time to explore why it felt so different than with Geralt, when he would do much of the same things to her body. But he never could make her nearly come by just playing with her breasts.

Triss' ministrations were almost enough for her to temporarily forget about the fire burning in her loins, and her hands went to the woman's hair-oh! Was it ever soft, like silk running through her fingers. She craved the pleasant feeling it left on her palms, and she buried her grip in deeper.

Triss hummed on her breast, her suckling gentle but purposeful, and Yennefer mourned the loss when she detached herself slowly, the hair slipping through her fingers, her wet nipple stiffening in the night air at the abandonment of the lips that kissed it so tenderly.

The loss was quickly replaced by the thrum in her loins and a quickening of her heart, as Triss left a burning trail of kisses and love bites down her stomach. She stopped at her hips, nipping at the peak of the bone and running the flat of her tongue along the sensitive dip beside it.

The muscles in her core jolted, and her hand flew back to the red tresses that now seemed everywhere, urging the head they belonged to to carry on in it's mission.

She couldn't supress the moan that tore past her lips when she felt a gentle tongue tease at her folds, and Triss couldn't either.

"Fuck, you taste so good," she keened into her, before diving her tongue in deeper than before, as though trying to taste every drop of her arousal. She felt her dip into her entrance, the muscle curling and licking at her walls.

"Ah, Mmpf…don't stop…"

Spurred on by her words, her actions took on a new vigor, and when her tongue found the ball of nerves crowned at the top of her womanhood, it was as though lightening had shot through her veins, turning her blood white hot.

"OH FUCK! Oh, oh Gods, Triss-"

She was abruptly cut off by a wail tearing from her throat, lost in the lustful air around them. She wanted desperately to make this last, to make Triss work for her climax, but much to her embarrassment she knew it couldn't possibly be long. Triss was an expert with her mouth, she knew all the right places, as though she already knew Yennefer's body like a carefully memorized map.

She was vaguely aware of how her body trembled so, and she felt Triss' bad arm hook around her thigh and squeeze, while her hand-

She nearly screamed as she felt her digits plunge inside her to the knuckle, while her mouth remained firmly latched onto her womanhood. She tried to focus on Triss, the scene before her incredibly erotic, but her vision was clouded by white light, so she allowed them to roll to the back of her head as she gripped onto Triss like a lifeline.

She began a steady rhythm, pumping her fingers in and out of her, coaxing every sound she could out of Yennefer. Her breath is coming out in strained bursts, as she desperately tried to intake enough oxygen to keep up with her heart. Her hips begin to buck against her, matching the wonderful pace that had been set by the redhead. The familiar build was beginning to put pressure in her loins, and she gave up on drawing this out and instead chased the feeling

"I'm close," she whimpered, her voice laced with lust mixed with slight humiliation, "G-Gods I'm so close!"

She wasn't sure why Triss would choose that time to detach herself from her clit, but any protest she had ready was wiped from her mind as Triss slammed her fingers into her, her palm coming to rub furious circles on her bud of nerves and just like that the feeling was back in full force.

Meanwhile, Triss had inched her way back up to come face to face with her, propping herself on her elbow as her hand worked down below.

"Look at me, Yenna," came the breathy voice above her, and she forced her eyes open to meet Triss' gaze. Her eyes shone like fine sapphires even in the dark, looking at Yennefer as though she were a goddess come to earth, filled with unbridled lust and unmistakable love.

"I want to watch you come," was all she said, her voice barely audible over the blood pounding in her ears, but it was all it took.

She shuddered as her jaw went slack, tears stinging at her eyes as her vision exploded with light as she hit the crest of her pleasure, her climax tearing through her body like a storm. A sharp cry of pure ecstasy built deep in her chest tore from her lips, burning through her throat in the most pleasant of ways. Her body was riddled with aftershocks as she crossed the other side of her peak, and with a slight lurch in her gut Triss removed her hand gently and cradled her glistening body as she rode through the remainder of her orgasm.

Soft lips were peppering kisses onto her forehead as her breathing began to regulate, and she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips at how undeniably sweet Triss was to her. She was a generous, caring lover, unlike Geralt or any of her past flings. Geralt was rough, it was just who he was as a man, and while it was enjoyable she found it couldn't compare to this.

Triss pulled back, and was gazing at her with an adorably shy smile, her mouth still glistening with her juices. She gave into the urge to taste herself on her lips, sitting up and kissing her gently. Her tongue swiped across her lips, cleaning her.

She wanted to be honest with Triss from here on out; no longer would she let the woman guess what she was feeling, no more would she be kept in the dark. She owed it not only to Triss, but to herself. If she thought Triss was beautiful, she would tell her. If she wanted Triss as much as she knew in her heart she did, she would let her know.

"Triss?" she said softly, her voice still trembling slightly from their endeavours. She cleared her throat as she pushed herself up into a sitting. Concern flashed in Triss' eyes for a moment, before Yennefer pulled her into her lap so she was straddling her again.

And she embraced her, tightly, wrapping her arms around her mid section and resting her cheek against the rough flesh of her chest. She breathed in the springtime scent, as she tried to find her words. Triss, surprised for a moment, recovered quickly and melted into the touch, wrapping her arms around Yennefer's shoulders and holding her there.

"No one has ever made me feel like that," her voice was soft and gentle, and Triss stroked her hair lovingly. "I don't know what that means but…I have an idea." She loosened her grip so she could meet her gaze, and found shining blue orbs filled with patience.

Yennefer breathed deep, "I want you, all of you. I…I want to be yours and yours alone…maybe…" she reached for a loose strand of red hair, tucking it behind her ear, "maybe this could work…you and I, I mean."

Triss exhaled slowly as her words sunk in. She leaned forward to rest their foreheads together, and Yennefer resisted the urge to kiss her, just for now.

"All these years, I would have given anything to hear you say those words," she whispered softly, her voice a light purr, "it was hard for me to accept that I probably never would…so hard, it drove me to do unforgivable things," to Yennefer's surprise, she smiled broadly, "turns out all I had to do was mortally wound myself."

Yennefer smiled with her, shocked at how night and day Triss' attitude was now that they had this all out in the open, "the past is over now, all we can do is move forward, together." Her expression grew solemn; while she knew Triss' remark was in jest, she wanted the woman to know there was no underlying truth to it. "I don't know why I'm only now seeing you this way for the first time, and I…I don't want it to seem like what happened to you was in any way a good thing…but it did bring us back together, and gave us the opportunity to mend our relationship. Despite the circumstances, I'm happy you're here. And I'm happy that we discovered this part, too."

It was the most she had said regarding her feelings since Triss' arrival, and her efforts were appreciated as Triss' smile grew wider, and she pressed a soft, slow kiss to her lips.

"If you truly want me," she said against her mouth, "I'm yours, Yenna."

Heat bloomed in her chest when she uttered those sweet words. She knew Triss didn't belong to anyone, not truly, but Yennefer admittedly had a possessive personality. She didn't like people touching what was hers, and it was almost laughable that she once hated this very woman for doing just that. Now, she would be mad at Geralt should he try with her again, or if Philippa tried any of her poisonous tactics on her.

It was bizarre and dripping with irony, but she relished in the idea that Triss belonged to her now.

So she sealed their new promise to each other with a kiss, a promise to be honest henceforth, to do this together. She could feel the amount of love Triss poured into every action, and she let it fill her completely, warming her once cold and hardened self, erasing the harsh years of bitterness as though they never happened.

Hands roamed alabaster skin, over freckled shoulders and over her breasts, pausing to knead the soft mounds gently. Triss mewled softly onto her lips, the hand in her hair tightening deeper into her midnight hair.

She wanted to explore every inch of her, memorize every sensitive part, every part that made her moan in her ear, or shiver under her touch. She craved it like a woman gone mad, and she swore to herself that she would give Triss' body the attention it deserved, under a loving hand.

She gently pinched both peaks of her breasts, though hard enough to get a reaction from the woman. She shuddered against her, her hips jerking slightly in her lap as a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

"Do you want me?" Yennefer drawled as she gazed up at the woman through hooded lids.

"Gods yes," was the immediate reply, as her hips moved again, desperately seeking contact. Yennefer would happily oblige her, as she wrapped one arm around her to steady the woman from the back, while the other trailed to her stomach.

The full breasts in front of her were too tantalizing to abandon, however, and she took one of her pert nipples into her lips and began to suckle on the stiff flesh.

"Ah! Mmmpf, Yenna please…"

As much as it roiled her stomach pleasantly to hear Triss beg for her, she knew Triss had showed her enough courtesy not to tease. Her heart pounded as her fingertips ran over the twitching muscles of her stomach, before dipping down into her womanhood.

Triss' arousal was as apparent as hers; she was met with dripping folds which leaned into her touch, her hips gyrating into her fingers like second nature. She explored them, taking time to caress her sensitive bundle of nerves earning her a sharp cry of need from the woman.

Until she traced her opening, hovering there, waiting for Triss to set the pace for them. She wanted this to be done her way, after those bastards left her womanhood battered and bruised.

But she needed no coaxing as she lowered herself onto her hand, her digits finding no resistance as they slid through the tight opening until she filled her completely. The guttural moan that rumbled in Triss chest was enough to soak herself again, the sound echoing in her head.

"F-Freya," Triss choked out as she allowed Yennefer to stretch her fingers deep inside her, massaging the walls of her opening in deep, sweeping strokes. Slowly, her hips began to grind down on her in a gentle rhythm, as to make the moment last.

She palmed her sensitive bud as she ground her hips, and Triss began to sag into her, until she was slumped on her shoulder. The hand she had gripped her hair tightly, her other arm wrapping around her shoulder the best she could.

"Yenna, oh Yenna, you feel so good inside me," she panted as her hips began to quicken their pace just slightly. Yennefer found she liked when Triss was vocal, her voice was hoarse and sultry in her ears.

"Tell me, how bad did you want me? Did you think about this often?" she said in her own breathless voice, desperate to hear more.

"Hah! I-I thought about it all the time, all the time. I w-would touch-mmmpf-myself, and I would wish…I would wish…"

She trailed off as her hips bucked violently when Yennefer's fingers found that sensitive spot deep inside her.

"Fuck!"

"Did you wish it was me?"

"Yes! Gods yes, it was always you," she whimpered, her voice strained against her heavy breathing. Her hips rolled hard into her, and Yennefer pressed herself in impossibly deeper, and the hand that was once tangled in her hair now clawed at her back seeking purchase in her flesh.

"Y-Yenna! H-hold me close, please-" her voice was cut off by a sharp intake of breath, her hips now gaining speed and Yennefer knew she was soon reaching her crest.

So she pulled her as close to her as she possible could, pressing soft kisses where neck met shoulder. She spoke soothing words to her, coaxing her to her peak in a gentle voice, and it seemed to have done the trick.

Triss' nails dug in hard into her back, and her body stilled it's movements save for the shuddering tremor that began to ripple through her body. The walls of her cunt clenched around Yennefer's fingers delightfully, and Yennefer found the feeling addictive.

A choked sob escaped the woman's lips. "Oh fuck Yenna, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

She wailed as fluid gushed into her palm, her body lurching into her with violent aftershocks, and for a moment Yennefer just held her there against her until she recovered. She ran her fingers through her hair, traced lazy patterns on the flesh of her back, while her hand remained between her legs until the sensitivity subsided. She cradled her like her most prized possession, reveling in the beauty that radiated from the woman when she lost herself in the throes of passion, the way she came apart in Yennefer's arms made her mind hazy with lust.

When Triss' body settled and her chest only heaved slightly, she removed the digits from the warm flesh. The mewl of loss almost made her feel guilty.

She wrapped both arms around her and they held each other there, and she let the reality of the situation wash over her.

And she couldn't remember a time when she was happier.

There they were, embracing one another at last, in the way they had both had been longing to each night they went to bed. Their touches were no longer hidden, no longer felt wrong. She could feel her skin pressed against her without a hint of guilt or fear, and she only wished they had done this sooner.

She pulled them down to the blankets, and Triss rolled off of her and onto her back. She sighed with content, the smile on her face by far the goofiest yet.

"I still can't believe this is real," she exclaimed, her arm coming to cover her eyes. "part of me thinks this is all a dream."

Yennefer leaned down and nipped at her hip bone, eliciting a squeal from the redhead, "oh, it's real," she assured her. "But the real question is, was it everything you imagined it to be?"

Triss grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to her, pressing her lips hard against her own, "everything and more," she whispered.

Yennefer chuckled deep in her throat and kissed lightly along her jawline before stopping. She hovered in the woman's ear and nipped at her earlobe, and in her deepest, sexiest voice she could, she whispered, "tell me again."

She heard the smile in Triss voice, "I love you, Yennefer."