"Well, no" Geralt replied as he held her in his arms once he finished the kiss. "How long has it been since we first met?" He suddenly questioned as he looked deep into her eyes.
Confusion took her back a bit before humming in thought. "Must be at least 10? Perhaps 20, I tend to lose count after so long," she muttered as she leaned into his embrace to listen to his slow heart. Very rarely she would ever hear it race, and even then it was when he lost control of most of himself.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied quietly as she gently started to trace the many scars over his chest, losing herself in her own thoughts.
"Though I have to say, what brought this on?" she questioned, as she soon leaned back to pat at his chest, leaving the bathroom to go and brush her hair.
He took a moment to wash his face as he looked in the mirror, and looked over himself and his beard. "I went to the town where we met, they have mostly rebuilt it since then, of course, but it just brought back some… fond memories." He chuckled about that before using a small pair of scissors to trim his beard instead of shaving it.
"I see~ Never took you for the type to do such a thing," she commented as she watched him in her own mirror, sitting down on the end of the bed once he finally had some underwear on.
"I normally don't, but I felt like it. Hasn't changed too much to be honest, though I have to say, some of the people remembered me… Remembered how I fought against the guards back then. Under your spell" He muttered slightly sourly at that.
"Still sour, sweetheart?" She smirked and chuckled before putting down her tortoise shell brush. Turning she leaned on a elbow of hers still clearly taking him all in. "Don't be, at least you're here now of your own free will, instead of the Djinn or myself… Then again, I have to say, if I could then I wouldn't have chosen that dusty rubble."
Smirking and raising an eyebrow, he crossed his arms. "Says the one who kissed me first, as I recall it. Then again, there's been worse. Could've have been muddy, or people around. At least it was quiet with just the pair of us. No one to hear your cries." He chuckled as the sorceress went slightly pink.
"Oh, please, you felt the attraction just as bad as I did. Not only that, but I seem to recall that you enjoyed it too. With the way you looked into my eyes, you were as scared as a little lamb, but I think we both knew that even before then there was a spark. After all, the banter was enjoyable in the bathroom as you explained your story, and you did bring me the apple juice," she mused. She got up, still very naked, and loomed over him as her soft hand still and will always continue to explore his body, its ever changing landscape of scars and battle won and lost.
"Even now I wonder," she continued softly, "why you chose me. You… can still see all my flaws of who I was. Who I am… And yet, you still did that for me, and in spite of the Djinn, here we are." She sighed softly as she gazed down upon him.
"Yeah, and not only that." He grinned as he picked her up to pull her back onto the bed, laughing lightly. "I think we're stronger together, and although the wish had broken, I don't think I would have changed anything for the world, because nothing had changed." He continued speaking, bringing her close, wanting to protect her with everything he had. "The wish kept us bound as where we could have lost contact and I have no idea who or what I could be doing right now without this connection… But there's nowhere else I'd rather be," he stated firmly. However, he frowned as he felt Yennefer's form shake with laughter.
"Geralt, are you so sure about that? I'm sure Triss would like to be me right now, I know you like those redheads." She smirked, tapping him on his nose playfully before sitting up.
"Yen," he groaned, as he tried to pull her back towards him, "I thought we agreed not to bring that subject back up."
"We both know that won't happen. Please, Geralt, let me go so that we can actually do something. I have some things I want to do today," she stated, unwrapping herself to get dressed.
"Oh, really?" He leaned forward after her, sparing no time to look elsewhere. "And who might this be?"
"My books, if you must know. Now go, get breakfast done, these spells won't be taught themselves," She stated, waving him off and making her way downstairs.
"Mhmm, wouldn't change it for the world," he muttered with a groan, before getting dressed himself to do as he was told.
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