CH 7: A Brief Reunion. LEMON WARNING. DO NOT read if you DO NOT like lemons!

Narrator's POV:

"Ahh!"

"Shh! We're gonna get caught if you keep insisting on being so loud." Geralt put a finger over his lips.

"I can't help it, you're so deep inside." Yennefer felt her inner walls tighten with each thrust. She wrapped her lips around Geralt's finger and sucked on it.

"How is it you're always so fucking sexy?" Geralt bent forward to kiss Yennefer, but she pulled away.

"We'd better wrap this up. Sex in janitor's closet is super dirty and sexy, but we'd better hurry before said janitor actually comes in here for something. Plus, I could really use some underwear, since I haven't worn any all day; much to your pleasure I'm assuming."

"Right." Geralt tried not to feel offended, but a small part of him wished they didn't always have to have secret sex in dark corners. He supposed even if they were openly dating, they couldn't have sex in public, but he couldn't use any form of displays of affection in public. It was all slowly eating away at him. They quickly came, then fixed their clothes and walked out. Yennefer, not paying attention, ran into someone.

"Sorry."

"No worries Yenne." Yennefer froze at the sound of a familiar voice.

"What're you doing here?" She grit her teeth together.

"I work here, remember? I did send you a courtesy message letting you know I'd be working nearby. Turns out there was a job opening here. Works out perfectly doesn't it?" The man was tall, though not as tall as Geralt, he was slender with mocha skin and short black curly hair.

"Just stay the hell away from me." Yennefer snapped, making fists and storming off.

"Such a warm reception." His nearly black eyes drifted over towards Geralt. "And you are?"

"Geralt Rivia. A freshman."

"Ah, I'm assuming you're one of Yennefer's students. I'm Professor Val Istredd. I'll warn you now, end this relationship with her. She doesn't know what a healthy relationship looks like."

"I'm assuming that's because of you."

"Oh so does she still talk about me?"

"Why don't go fuck yourself. Leave Yennefer out of whatever twisted plot you have to torture her. And our relationship is strictly professional."

"Oh I'm sure it is. Just like ours was 'strictly' professional. Until I took her to my place. Hell, even my car was enough space to have her sweating and orgasming." Val smirked at seeing a seething Geralt tense and decided to leave before causing a rather violent scene.

"Dammit!" Yennefer threw her shot glass at the wall across from her when her door burst open. "What the hell Geralt!?" She turned to look at him.

"I used the spare key. Come on." He picked her up and carried her to his apartment before Yennefer was able to object.

"Ok, you can put me the fuck down now!" Yennefer managed to get in one fist against his chest, it was like hitting a brick wall.

"Sorry, I just didn't want you self-destructing. Or getting yourself kicked out of your apartment."

"Am I supposed to thank you for kidnapping me?"

"No."

"Good, I wasn't planning on it." Yennefer walked over to his couch and curled up, she brought her knees into her chest. Her oversized purple shirt barely left anything to the imagination, and the mascara running down her face made Geralt twist in anger.

"He's not worth your tears." It came out harsher than he anticipated.

"No one asked you." Yennefer snapped.

"I know." Geralt slowly approached her, wrapping his arms around her. Yennefer fought him at first, but slowly, very slowly, she allowed herself to mold into him; to cry and to become vulnerable. Geralt continuously rubbed her back gently as Yennefer cried, but feeling calmer because of his soothing hand, and the smell of his cologne made her feel safe. It was strange, she never thought she could come to rely on anyone, since so many people had disappointed her, betrayed her, in the past. Her younger self would be appalled by her actions. But she was lonely and tired of pushing everyone away.

Once Yennefer was calmer and felt a small weight lifted off her shoulders, all she wanted to do was sleep.

"Come on." Geralt gently lifted her up and carried her to bed.

"T-thank you." Yennefer bashfully hid her head in the pillow.

"You're welcome." Geralt smiled, turning to take off his shirt and pants, then getting into bed.

"Don't get used to me being this vulnerable and emotional." Yennefer said in a semi-stern tone and with semi-puffy cheeks.

"Alright. It's not like I was expecting your personality to do a one-eighty." Geralt wrapped his arm around Yennefer.

"Hmm, well good." Yennefer smiled to herself. A small part of her almost felt as though it healed from the past's painful memories. But another part of Yennefer knew this was not the end. The question remained: what was it Val wanted with her now?