Chapter 4: A Night Together
Yennefer grins as she's walked back into the wall opposite the stairs. Triss places her hands on either side of the other woman and trails kisses down her neck, nipping at the skin. It makes the older sorceress delirious. Yennefer frees Triss' hair from her usual ponytails and runs her hand through it, causing the woman to moan against her neck. It surprises her how dominate Triss is, but she has more experience with men and is more than willing to be guided.
Triss holds Yennefer's waist and pulls her from the wall, pushing her down the hall. Yennefer realizes where they're going.
"We can't go to my bedroom," she says.
"Why not?" Triss asks against her skin. She kisses down to her shoulder, pushes the corner of Yennefer's blouse away with her nose and bites down on the area. Yennefer hits another wall and gasps as she's spun around and pressed into the wood, while Triss pins her again. She bites her bottom lip before answering.
"There's no bed."
Triss pulls back. "No bed?"
"I…" Her face burns in embarrassment, but there's no way to get around it. She doesn't know where to start. But she loses her train of thought as fingers dance around her waist, to the bottom of her shirt, up and under the fabric touching warm skin. Triss brushes hair away from Yennefer's face, kisses the back of her ear and bites the top.
"It's hard to think…hmmm…with you doing that…"
Triss' breath is warm against her skin. "Fight through it," she commands. She bites down again, this time with more pressure and Yennefer jumps slightly. "Tell me what happened to your bed."
Yennefer whimpers. "I tossed it."
"Tossed it?"
A hand snakes down between the wall and Yennefer, skirting up her thigh, grazing her underwear. Yennefer gasps and grinds against the other woman. "Triss, please…"
"Please what?" Her fingers pull at the elastic and she smirks as Yennefer whimpers again.
"Stop teasing me." She knows Triss can feel her desire, can feel the wetness ruining her panties and trailing down the inside of her thigh. She needs relief soon or she feels she may burst. She's close to getting what she wants and yet Triss dangles it in the air, just out of Yennefer's reach.
"Yenna I've thought about you, about being with you for years, well before Geralt came around," she says. Her fingers glide over wet, sensitive skin. Yennefer's moan is low and deep as she claws the wall. "I had to love you from a distance and it was complicated by Geralt and my feelings for him. Now I have a chance to show you how I feel, but you have no bed. Tell me Yenna why you tossed your bed. I want to know."
Yennefer slams her palm against the wood and her moan is louder this time as two fingers slide slow down her slit. She takes a deep breath.
"I had a dream. You. Me. We were…intimate. When I woke, the bed was wet."
"You climaxed while dreaming about me?"
Yennefer nods. Triss smirks and says, "Huh." Then she pushes two fingers inside and Yennefer gives a silent cry, arching her back.
"Gods!"
"I haven't even started Yenna."
Yennefer sees white as the fingers push in and out, twisting inside of her with the right amount of pressure. Her moans and gasps fill the hall. She bucks her hips, matching the pace Triss set. Triss kisses her neck, the back of her ear, her shoulder, the back of her neck, before smiling against the pale skin.
"Oh, and don't feel embarrassed about dreaming about me," she whispers. "I think about you too when I'm alone."
"I know."
"You do?"
She feels her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach. She's close. Only a few more pumps. She reaches blindly for Triss' free hand, lacing their fingers together.
"Yes," she says in between breaths. "I heard you…that first night."
"Why didn't you say anything? We could have started this a lot sooner." She kisses Yennefer's shoulder. "Actually, answer that after." She slips in another finger, increases the pace and smiles at the earned low moan. "I want to know what you sound like when you come."
Yennefer holds Triss' fingers in a vice like grip and moans as the orgasm flows through her, forcing her to the tips of her toes. Triss pushes in and out, slowing before stilling completely as Yennefer collapses into the wall. She breathes through her mouth, sucking in air as she comes back down.
"Are you okay?" Triss asks, kissing the side of her neck.
Yennefer nods. "Yes, thank you. That was…"
"Lovely?"
She shivers as Triss pulls her fingers out. "Gods! I'd say it was phenomenal."
"Hm…I wonder if I can top that." She slips a finger in her mouth, sucking it clean off. "You taste wonderful." She sucks another finger and offers the last one to Yennefer, who puts it in her mouth and licks up her own juices. Triss gives the other woman enough space to spin to face her and they kiss. Yennefer wraps her arms around Triss' neck.
"You've always wanted to be with me?" she asks.
Triss studies her and nods. "I just didn't know what to say to you. And there was always someone else who caught your attention. I thought my feelings would go away after a while. But somehow, they just grew stronger."
Yennefer smiles as she absorbs this. Everything comes into its season eventually, Tissaia used to say. Maybe it was now the time for her and Triss to figure things out, build something together.
"Did you really throw out a bed? Again?"
"Yes," she says chuckling. "Both times because of you."
Triss laughs and kisses the spot where Yennefer's shoulder meets her neck. "I promise not to cause you to throw out another one." Her hands start to roam, tugging at loose fabric, searching for an opening. She pulls them away from the wall and into the room she sleeps in, walking Yennefer backwards until her knees hit top of the bed.
Yennefer pulls them down onto the bed, crawling back on her hands until they're at the top. She leans in for a kiss, but Triss rocks back, a devilish smile on her face. Her hands grab Yennefer's thighs, trail up to her knees and pushes them apart. The young sorceress settles in the space, grinding her hips into Yennefer, who makes an "o" with her mouth, before flopping her head back on the pillows. Triss hovers over her, letting her red hair fall over her shoulder. She leans forward and Yennefer's hands fly to Triss' waist.
"Yenna, tell me what you want," the younger sorceress says slow. "Tell me what you want me to do."
This pierces through the lusty fog in her mind. She wants Triss to enjoy too, to not feel like she has to overstretch herself to keep Yennefer satisfied. She reaches one hand up and cups Triss' face, forcing them to look into each other's eyes.
"I want to come and I want you to come. I want us to make love well into the night. And when we're done, I want to hear everything you tried to say to me before. I want to listen to you." Triss ducks her head, but Yennefer cups her chin and lifts. "It's okay Triss," she whispers.
When they kiss this time, it's slow, more exploratory, but the heat is still there. Triss starts to unbutton Yennefer's blouse, but freezes when Yennefer tries to do the same. The scars, the older sorceress thinks. She whispers again that it would be okay. But Triss pulls away, sitting on her knees and fidgets with the bottom of her blouse. Her blue eyes focus on a spot on the quilt.
"It's been years since Sodden," she says. "I'm healed, but there's still scarring. It's faint but…"
Yennefer shifts to her elbows. "Let me see." It's soft, far from a command. A gentle suggestion. She keeps a steady gaze as Triss grips her blouse and pulls it off. Yennefer can see it, faint markings along healed skin. They stretched down her breasts, partially hidden by her green bra, before continuing to her stomach.
Of course, she saw these same scars at the Kingfisher Inn. But Yennefer was preoccupied by their plan, she barely registered it. Now, she had time to admire Triss' body, even the parts the woman didn't like to flaunt.
Triss goes to cover herself, when the other woman stays silent. But Yennefer reaches for her wrists, stilling her motion. "Don't" she whispers. "Don't cover up." She sits up, hugs Triss and kisses her neck, moving down to her collarbone, then the top of her cleavage. Finally, the red-headed sorceress begins to relax, gasping as the hooks in her bra are unclasped and Yennefer pulls the garment away.
The older woman's mouth waters at the sight of Triss' breast. Without much thought, she cups one, kisses it and takes the nipple into her mouth.
"Yenna…"
It's the sound that started everything and it encourages Yennefer to push things further. Soon, Triss is on her back, the muscles in her stomach fluttering as kisses are trailed down, stopping just at the top of her pants. Yennefer's nearly yanks the tight fitting pants off, flinging them in a corner of the room.
Triss lifts her hips, sliding her panties off and she's stark naked on the bed. Yennefer admires the woman underneath her. She always believed the red-headed woman was beautiful. But seeing her naked body was something Yennefer could never imagine. And it wasn't just her voluptuous curves or the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders that made Triss beautiful. It was the scars on her breast and stomach, a physical reminder of the sacrifices she made on Soddon Hill. And it was the small mole just above the start of her thigh. There were tiny "imperfections" and Yennefer wanted to discover them all. She wished to kiss every scar Triss wished to hide.
The older woman runs a hand along Triss' thigh and smirks, before settling on her stomach, her face in between the other woman's legs. She blows a puff of warm air and Triss curses.
"Fuck, Yenna," she drawls.
Yennefer places Triss' thighs on her shoulders, takes a moment to gaze at the two wet lips, glistening from the red-head's desire. Using two fingers to pull the lips apart, Yennefer finds the clit and takes it in her mouth, flicking her tongue against it. Triss' hands go to Yennefer's black curls and her heels dig into her back.
Triss is vocal, her voice lifting into the air as she pleads for Yennefer to keep going. She's by far the most vocal lover Yennefer has ever slept with. She grows confident, humming against Triss, causing the other woman to shudder with ecstasy.
"Yenna…"
She smiles as she feels the inside of Triss' thighs tremble. But she's forced to come up for air. She uses a thumb and rubs small circles on the clit. Yennefer crawls up and watches carefully as Triss experiences her first orgasm. Her words flow together, and her eyes are shut tight. Yennefer memorizes this moment, burning it into her mind.
Triss' toes curl tight, then relax as she gulps in a breath. Her head rolls over and her grin is goofy. Yennefer kisses her on the lips, before settling into the crook of her neck and Triss swings an arm over to hug her.
Once she's caught her breath, Triss says, "You're still dressed."
Yennefer hums and snuggles closer. "I was waiting for you to strip me," she teases.
"You distracted me."
"I'm not now."
Triss plants kisses along Yennefer's jaw and down her neck as she moves, shifting onto her hands and knees. She swings one leg over to the other side, planting her knee firmly into the mattress. Yennefer shuts her eyes, rolling her head back to give the other woman more access to her neck. Triss unbuttons the remaining blouse buttons, pushing the sides open and exposing Yennefer's breasts and stomach. Then she loosens the belt, throwing it on the floor. Triss' mouth kisses down to the visible cleavage.
"I've always loved your perfume," she whispers.
Yennefer runs her tongue along her top lip and she lifts her hips so Triss can pull her skirt off. Then she reaches down and pushes on Triss' lower stomach until the woman climbs off, her brows knitted in confusion and worry lines digging into her forehead.
"W-what's wrong?" she stammers, clenching her fist. But Yennefer kisses her to calm her and rolls onto her stomach, kicking her legs into the air.
She flips her hair away from her face and looks over her shoulder. "Nothing," she says. "Just wanted to make it a bit easier for you to take off my bra." Triss' jaw hinges open and she doesn't move until Yennefer uses a finger to beckon the red-head over.
Triss sits on the back of Yennefer's thighs. One hand grips the older sorceress' waist, while the other unhooks the bra and runs along the spine. Yennefer shivers and she shifts her hips back into Triss' crotch. Two fingers are hooked into either side of Yennefer's panties. She looks over her shoulder and smiles when she sees Triss staring back at her. She shifts her hips again, lifting them slightly and her panties are pulled away.
"Yenna, do you trust me?" she asks. "I want to try something. But only if you're okay with it."
"What is it Triss?"
The red-head woman climbs off the bed, crosses the room to her trunk. Yennefer rests her chin on her forearms and watches as the other woman rifles among her clothes, potions (which she should store somewhere else, but now was not the time for Yennefer to bring that up) and other items, finding what she was searching for near the bottom. Triss stands quickly, her hands flying behind her and she shuffles back to the foot of the bed. Yennefer reaches for her, brushing her hand along her thigh.
"I found this shop years ago with different types of sexual paraphernalia," Triss says. "I was intrigued and browsed. And I purchased this." She pulls from behind her leather straps intricately connected together with metal loops, with one large silver ring in the middle and a phallus made of soft, smooth leather. It's thick, about the width of three fingers.
Yennefer looks up, smirking. "You just happened to 'find' this shop?"
"With the aid of Philippa," Triss says, with an eye roll. She sighs and goes serious. "Is it okay? I'll understand if you don't want to. If it's too much, too soon."
Yennefer touches the leather, surprised at its softness, how her fingers glide easily down the shaft. She glances up again, smiles and nods. Triss releases a slow breath. She steps into the straps, securing them around her waist and places the phallus in the large ring. She goes back to her trunk, pulls out a vial of clear liquid, unstoppers it and pours a small dollop on the tip of the phallus, spreading it along the shaft. Yennefer finds that the sight arouses her and she wants to slip her hand between her legs to relieve some of the ache. But Triss is on the bed again, her hand resting on Yennefer's hip. The phallus' tip presses against her entrance.
Yennefer's forehead pushes into the bed as Triss thrusts the phallus inside, filling her. The younger sorceress waits, allowing Yennefer to adjust to the girth. Then she pulls the phallus out, leaving the head in and thrusts again. Yennefer moans.
"Triss, keep going," she says. "Please."
They start slow, Triss sliding the phallus in and out at a steady pace. She holds Yennefer's waist with one hand, keeping her in place on the bed. Her other hand is planted firmly on the bed, keeping her steady as her hips swung back and forth. Triss leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss in the middle of Yennefer's spine and the other woman reachs back to grasp her head. Yennefer's leg kicks up as Triss' thrust is deep.
"Yes Yenna?"
Yennefer gasps and bites her bottom lip. The pleasure she feels is beyond anything she experienced before with another lover. She struggles to speak, to catch her breath, to even keep her eyes open. Her body is like a raging flame, burning with desire wherever Triss touches her.
Triss kisses the back of her ear and Yennefer gulps.
"Stay here," she whispers. "Stay close."
She hears Triss smile and adjust so her breasts are pressed into Yennefer's back. Triss' hand covers Yennefer's tightly closed one.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Yennefer feels it building as Triss thrusts deeper causing the phallus to rub against every inch of her walls. Her toes flex and relax, flex, relax and she bites down on the quilt.
"Triss, I'm…" But she fails to finish her sentence. The pleasure overwhelms her. She sees white again. Feels her lover's body against her own. Feels the moisture between them, a mixture of sweat, lubricant and their bodies natural juices.
This is what she wants, she tells herself. This pleasure. This intoxication. This sensation of being truly loved. After Geralt, Yennefer never imagined she could return to this, get close to this. But Triss gives it freely. It's more than lust, far from love (for now), it exists somewhere between waiting for the two women to uncover it.
"Gods I'm…"
Triss continues to thrust deep, but the rhythm is faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin almost drowning out Yennefer's moans.
"That's it Yenna. I want you to come for me."
She loves this side of Triss, a confidence that begs for compliance. She wants to see more of it, experience more of it as they discover whatever this is between them. Yennefer wants to give into her wishes and climax for her lover.
"Fuck," she yells. Then she feels it. It starts at the pit of her stomach, working its way closer and closer with each thrust.
"You're close Yenna. Show me."
Yennefer comes undone, her eyes squeezing shut and her legs thrashing in the air. She feels something squirt out from between her legs. Triss gasps, caught off guard by it, this new response.
Black hair sticks to Yennefer's shoulders and back. She sucks in the air, recovering slowly. Triss pulls the phallus out completely and smirks. The spot underneath Yennefer is soaked. She experienced a reaction like this before and it always surprises her. Some of her lovers were creeped out, crawling away from her fast while they grimaced. Others pretended nothing had happened, that the extra wetness was always there.
But Triss…
"That was beautiful," she breaths.
Yennefer chuckles, her voice hoarse and dry. Her legs feel like rubber and she struggles to turn over. She rolls over to her side, her face and chest still flush from sex. Triss flops down in the space next to her, a huge grin on her face. The phallus stands erect, even more lustrous from Yennefer's wetness and orgasm.
"To think," Yennefer says through deep breaths, "I actually have reason to feel indebted to Philippa Eilhart."
Triss chuckles and plays with the tips of Yennefer's fingers. "I'm sure she'd love to know about this. Gods the gossip she would start."
"I could only imagine and the others would eat it up."
Triss hums and scoots closer. She rubs Yennefer's shoulder and kisses her nose. She smiles, then leans in for a kiss.
When they pull apart, Yennefer cups Triss' face and runs her thumb along the young woman's bottom lip. She stares into those cornflower blue eyes, amazed at the love burrowed deep. How often did she turn away from Triss, missing the love and devotion that she wanted to share? How much heartbreak could she have saved herself if she had given Triss a chance years ago? And none of this would have come out if Triss hadn't gotten caught in the snowstorm. If Yennefer never woke that first night and heard her name comes from Triss' mouth in a moment of passion and pleasure, she wouldn't have kissed her friend or been willing to lay with her tonight.
Yennefer brings their foreheads together and smiles as Triss shuts her eyes. Yennefer wants to stay like this for the rest of the night, enveloped in a warm love that feels like honey on the lips. She wants to make love for hours and hours, pushing her mind and body past exhaustion as she and Triss experience orgasm after orgasm. She wants to find every sensitive part on Triss' body and share her sensitive parts with the other woman. She has taken a new lover and it leaves her breathless and her body on fire.
Triss leans in for a kiss, whispering, "Yenna" just before they lips touch. It sounds like the sweetest song from the lips of a barb. And Yennefer loves it.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's the reason I wanted to write this short fic! Next chapter is the final chapter and a sweet ending to the entire story (until the sequel!) As always, thanks for reading!