A/N: Second chapter setting (between chapters 39 and 40 of the main fic): After a gruelling fight on an off-world planet, they retreat to her magictech apartment—a floating cube with glass walls, suspended over a desert world, circling two suns. They fall asleep, exhausted, but with the promise of more when they wake up.
The first half is a lot of comfort fluff with some food porn before the smut.
A stray sunbeam shone over his face and right into his eyes, letting him know it was daytime. Both suns were still high and bright in the sky. He turned his head away and reached for the sleepy haze that so pleasantly enveloped him only moments earlier, but it escaped him. With a groan, he opened his eyes lazily to a sight that brought a smile to his face. She was tucked into his side, with her hair spilling over his arm and the bedsheets. They had survived another battle, but it took its toll and now she was sleeping like the dead.
He caressed her hair, pulling it back from her face to see her with her cheek pressed into the side of his chest, smiling even in her sleep. That was one sight he could never get enough of—her, happy.
His hand gently grazed her cheek, but stopped when she stirred. As much as he yearned to caress her, he didn't want to spoil her rest. Not when she slept so peacefully.
His stomach growled, and she stirred again, so he got up with care, so as not to disturb her, and looked through the apartment. He scratched his nape, wondering how it all worked. The room was still half occupied by the pool they had bathed in, while the other half held the canopy bed. When they first arrived, the cube had been an empty space, but through some sort of magic, furniture had appeared. Unfortunately, he had no idea how to change the decor to something else.
He thought for a moment. As far as he could remember, she hadn't said anything to make the items appear. She hadn't even moved a finger. Then how did she do it? And how could he get a kitchen or at least a pantry to appear? Hell, he would have settled for a loaf of bread. Anything to ease the hunger until she woke on her own.
How he wished he was in her normal kitchen, where he knew how everything worked! His thoughts got no further than that when the back of the room turned into a fully furnished kitchen, identical to the one she had back home in her normal, non-magical apartment.
He opened the fridge door to find it fully stocked. He hummed with a surprised smile and pulled out some cold cuts and cheese. The taste of the smoked meat convinced him it was either real or a very delicious mirage. Both options were equally amenable.
After eating his fill, he pulled out another platter and laid out an assortment of foods for her. He had never been one for arrangements, but knowing she'd appreciate it, he did his best to make everything look good. When all was said and done, he placed the tray back in the fridge to keep it all fresh until she woke.
Thinking they could do with a celebration, he grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, then walked back to the bed and glanced at its side. A night table would have been nice. I wish one were here, he thought as he imagined a table large enough to fit the items. It appeared just where he wanted it, so with a grin, he set glasses and bottle on it.
He drew back the fabric that draped the bed, sheltering it from the sun. Instead of finding her sleeping peacefully, she was curled into a ball, shivering with a pained face, but very much still asleep. Seeing her in distress brought back an image that could only have been a missing memory from their time on the island of Avalon—her younger self, tossing and turning in her sleep on the floor of the cabin.
He sat on the bed and reached out a hand to wake her. As soon as his fingers touched her shoulder, the tense expression on her face eased. He caressed the length of her arm, hoping to gently rouse her. But the more he caressed, the more she relaxed, so he lay back in bed and drew her into his chest. Her laboured breathing returned to normal, and the shivering stopped after a few moments. The frown was replaced by a light smile and a small hand wrapped around his waist. He smiled back at the sleeping face.
"Sleep well, love. I'm here. Nothing bad can happen," he whispered and kissed the top of her head.
He held her tight against him until she stirred awake in his arms. With a sleepy voice, she hummed and pressed a series of kisses onto his chest, then gazed up to meet his eyes.
"Mmm, why do you look so worried?" she asked, still cuddling up to him.
"Did you have a nightmare?" he asked back.
She frowned. "I don't know, really. Can't remember what I dreamt of. Why?"
"I got out of bed for a bit and when I came back, it looked like you were having one. I couldn't wake you, but you calmed down when held you."
She gave him a crooked smile and caressed his side, going up to his chest. "I hope I didn't hit you in my sleep. I've been told I thrash around."
"You didn't. You just curled into a ball and shivered. Gave me a little scare."
"Sorry about that."
"Don't apologize. No one controls their dreams, but..." He gave her a rueful look. "I'll admit it's nice to know a hug will snap you out of it."
"You are rather good at this hugging business," she said, turning her smile into a full-blown grin. "Makes me feel protected when I'm with you."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll always protect you. It's what I was made to do, fighting monsters and nightmares. Though usually, they're more material than dreams."
He ran his fingers through her hair, then down her back, tracing her spine, doing his best to soothe whatever lingering fears she had. She gave him a soft look in return.
"I love it when you're sweet like this," she said. "All that's missing is a morning kiss."
"Mm, we can't have anything missing," he replied and leaned in to press his lips against hers. For a moment, he remained glued to her, delighting in the comfortable intimacy between them without pressing the kiss further. Her fingers coursing through his beard drew him out of it and made him pull away.
"I completely forgot about this damn beard. I should have shaved," he said, feeling the month-long beard he had grown.
She laughed, short and silvery. "I know you don't like it, but could you wait until evening before you shave it off? There's something about it I find very appealing."
"Guess it's a small compromise if you like it so much. I'll get rid of it tomorrow morning." He rubbed his cheek, trying to figure out how bad it looked without a mirror. "I hope it's soft enough that I won't end up scratching you raw whenever I kiss you," he said in the end.
"Let's test it," she replied and kissed him again.
Her kiss was slowly growing more heated as she worked his lips apart, and he was sinking into rapid oblivion when her stomach growled. It was a small sound, one a human could never pick up, but one he couldn't ignore.
He pulled away again. "You should have some breakfast before we get distracted by other activities."
"Those other activities are mighty appealing right now. Besides, I'm too lazy to get up and make anything," she protested, laying back down on the mattress.
"Then it's fortunate that I've already made you something," he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
He brought back the platter and placed it on the bed between them, then poured a glass of wine and handed it to her.
She took the glass and looked over the food with raised eyebrows. "Geralt, that's so thoughtful of you. You even arranged it! But how..."
"How I got them? I'd brag about my wits, but it was more luck than anything. Wished I had your kitchen at my disposal and wouldn't you know it, it appeared," he said, pulling the canopy to the side to show the furniture on the other side of the room. "That's how it works, isn't it? I mean, I haven't made a faux pas, right?" he asked, suddenly aware that he had taken liberties with her property.
"Mhm, that's exactly how it works. I would have shown you myself if I wasn't so damn tired when we got back." She looked at him with a tilt of her head and a raised eyebrow. "Your resourcefulness is damn attractive. Have I ever told you that?"
"Hmm, I'll put that on my list of ways to charm you," he replied with a grin. He raised his glass and softly clinked it against hers.
"To us," she said, taking a sip of wine. She looked down at the plate, searching for something, and her lips curled into a crooked smile. He followed her eyes and realized what was missing.
"Damn, forgot the fork."
"I have hands. Unless you mind me being a little savage," she said with a grin.
"You? Savage?" he laughed. "No, love, you're anything but that. Between the two of us, I'm the savage."
She pouted. "I can be rough around the edges, too." She picked up a slice of cured meat and rolled it around a piece of cheese before taking a bite. He barely stifled a laugh at the delicacy of her defiant act. Her eyes immediately sought something to wipe her fingers on, but once she noticed him watching her, she made a small face at him, scrunching up her nose petulantly as she chewed. He broke down and snorted, almost choking on his wine, when she meticulously licked her fingers clean after just one bite.
"You can barely stand to get your hands dirty, and you say you're a savage," he said between laughs. "Here, let me give you a hand." He picked up a piece of cheese and raised it to her mouth. She bit into it, deliberately nipping his fingers. He pulled his hand away with a chuckle.
"See? I can be beastly when I want to," she said with that same playful defiance he loved.
"Alright, alright, you've proven your point," he said, handing her another piece. This time, she licked his fingers instead of biting them. "Mmm, tamed a few beasts in my day. And the first rule is to give them treats they like."
"Plan to tame me, huh?" She nipped him again.
"Mhm, just a matter of figuring out which treats you like most." He chose a piece of ham to give her and got bitten again.
"Hope you don't lose a finger before getting this right," she said, laughing.
He scoured the plate and remembered she enjoyed combining foods, so he picked up a piece of soft cheese and a grape. His offering was well received, and his eyes focused on her lips as she licked his fingers clean again. The lingering touch of her tongue against the pads of his fingers was divine.
"Looks like I've found this beastie's weak spot: odd combinations no one would eat." He fed her another bite.
"Mmm, you only say that because you've never tried them," she replied, already arranging slices of fruit and cheese into a small stack. She lifted it to his mouth and raised an eyebrow. "I dare you."
"Can't back out if it's a dare." He bit into the food, laughing. A moment later, his brow creased as the sweet and savoury tastes mixed in his mouth.
"Pretty good, huh?" she asked with a smug smile.
"Damn, I didn't expect it to blend so nicely. You might be on to something with this."
"I wish I could take credit, but it was the French who made this popular back home."
He fed her more bites of food until the plate was almost empty.
She took a sip of wine and looked at him mischievously. "Getting fed food wasn't what I expected when I woke up."
"You expected to be fed something else?" he asked, feigning blissful ignorance.
Her eyes dropped to the bedsheet covering his lower half. It did little to hide his erection.
"Here I'm trying to be romantic, and your mind is only on the dirtiest of things," he chided in jest, knowing what she was staring at.
"Hey, I'm not the one who got aroused from feeding someone," she quipped as she moved the plate away and snuggled up, caressing him over the sheet.
He put the glasses of wine on the floor beside the bed, then wrapped her in his arms under the sheets. "Having a gorgeous and very naked woman in bed, sucking on your fingers, tends to make that happen. No man would ever blame me." He leaned in and kissed her.
His hand curved around her nape, and his thumb brushed against her cheek as he sank into the kiss with a sigh. Her lips parted for him so naturally, like the two of them were made to fit together. Every part of her was a perfect match for him. One hand slid down the side of her neck to curve over a breast. Again, a perfect fit.
"I love you," he whispered against her lips, pressing her onto her back.
"Even if I'm a beastie who bites?" she asked with a giggle that turned into a moan when he moved down the side of her throat to suckle at the sensitive spot below her ear. She curled her fingers into his hair. One long leg swung over his thighs and his hand travelled lower to grasp her ass.
"Even then," he said, moving to her collarbone, laying open-mouth kisses across her skin.
She tasted like the sweetest treat to him. The perfect lure to tame him. Few things were better than feeling her pressed up against him, his thigh between her legs and her grinding on it, already wet. He buried his head between her breasts as her hips rolled in search of friction. She scratched at his scalp and turned to offer a breast to his searching mouth. He pulled a rosy nipple between his lips and licked at it, drawing more moans from her. Wetness spread over his thigh as she found the angle that gave her the pleasure she sought. He moved to her other breast and let her use him as she pleased, wanting to see if she could come from grinding against his leg.
Her movements turned from a steady rhythm to an erratic mess. She gasped and writhed under him as his hands moved up and down his body, caressing and grasping, and his mouth glided from one sensitive spot to the next. He licked along the length of her neck, up to her ear.
"I can feel how close you are. Tell me how to make you come, love," he cooed, yearning to feel her get her release.
"Kiss me," she whispered back with a sigh.
He did. As his mouth covered hers, her tongue caressed against his, passionate and messy. She shuddered, then stilled against him. The kiss turned into a soft play, like mellow waves lapping against the shore. He delighted in it until her heart rate came down, then she nipped at his bottom lip.
"Mmm, and here I thought the beastie was done biting," he said and nipped her in return.
"Don't want to make it too easy for you, or you might try to turn me into a trained pet."
"I'd never," he said, chuckling. "I like you willful and independent. Makes for an unpredictable ride." Even as he spoke, his fingers sought the way between her legs and brushed against her clit. "I love your teasing," he kissed her neck between words. "Your games." Her legs spread wider under his touch. "You, telling me what you want."
"Damn, that feels good," she hummed under her breath and threw her head back.
He slipped a finger inside her while he sucked a mark into her neck. A second finger followed and his thumb brushed against her clit as he thrust in and out of her. She moaned in response and her nails bit into his shoulder. He grinned against her skin and pulled his fingers away just as she was getting heated.
"But I also love to tease you until you beg me to fuck you," he whispered into her ear.
For a few moments, she waited patiently as he winded her up with soft caresses down the side of her body, from her thigh to her breast. Each time his hand passed over her lush curves, he delighted in how she quivered, but he avoided caressing her in the one spot she wanted the most.
"Waiting for something?" she asked with barely contained lust colouring her voice.
"Mhm, an invitation for a proper ride," he replied.
"You're awful," she laughed, pushing him to roll over so she could be on top. He obliged, and her hair spilt onto him as she nipped and kissed his neck. "And annoyingly smug." She reached back to stroke his cock, brushing the tip against her wet entrance like the tease she was.
"But?" he asked, lightly thrusting up.
"But I fucking love you," she said, sinking down onto his cock while biting her bottom lip. "And I love fucking you just as much," she added with a grin. "But I won't beg. This time I'll be the one taking you for a ride," she said, as her hips moved up and down at a leisurely pace.
He held back a curse at the sudden pleasure her body brought. If heaven was real, this is how he imagined it felt.
His hands slid up her thighs and wrapped around her ass. "By all means, make me your mount if that's your pleasure," he said. "But I warn you... I'm not all tame and docile." He landed a light slap over an ass cheek and thrust up, making her bounce higher.
"I'd be disappointed if you were," she replied, resting her hands over his chest and speeding up her pace. He gave her ass another slap, just to enforce his words, but let her take over.
Her breasts swayed and bounced with each roll of her hips and he revelled in the sight of her on top of him. His focus moved down to the tight heat between her legs. She squeezed and sucked him in each time she slid up and down his cock. A mischievous grin bloomed on her face as his eyes glazed over, entranced by how good she felt.
"Fuck," he groaned, fighting to last being ridden into the ground. "You're going to make me come fast if you keep this up."
"You mean this?" She gave him another squeeze with an innocent smile.
"Damn, yes! It's like you have a mouth inside that sweet cunt of yours," he moaned under her.
She laughed and leaned in to kiss him, so he wrapped one arm around her lower back and ass, the other over her shoulders. Holding her close to him, pressed up into a messy kiss, all tongue and passion, he thrust up and took control, fucking up into her.
Over their laboured breathing and his loud heart, he heard only the sound of wet skin slapping together. He grabbed on to her and angled her so that on each thrust he grinded into her clit. Soon, she was the one uncontrollably moaning with her mouth pressed into his neck and nails digging into the sheets, his arm, his chest, whatever she got hold of.
He sought her mouth again, swallowing her moans, feeling them reverberate against his chest as she lost herself. She tightened around him, her orgasm closing in, so he chased it, eager to feel her come undone.
"Geralt!" she panted against his skin before kissing him just as she came. Her whole body stiffened, muscles contracting, thighs fighting to squeeze shut. He relished every detail of her rapture even as she became boneless in his arms, a mess of soft limbs tingling with pleasure.
"Such an unruly mount," she sighed and nipped at his lips, then his bearded chin and neck.
"I warned you I'm not tame," he chuckled, but it turned into a moan as she straightened above him and resumed her up and down sway.
"Then I have my work cut out for me," she whispered back.
Her fingers coursed over his chest, caressing the scarred skin in time with the movement of her hips. He bit back another moan and closed his eyes. It was so easy to sink into her. She fit him so well at exactly the right pace. His hands travelled up to cup her breasts, grasping them before one hand moved up to brush against her lips. She licked his thumb and wrapped her mouth around it. It felt like he was getting sucked and fucked all at the same time.
"Damn, love," he groaned. "I'm so close." His hand slipped from her breast to her ass.
"Mmm, good," she moaned around his fingers. "Come inside me," she beckoned as she squeezed around him, pushing him over the edge.
Every piece of his body pulsed under her, inside her, around her. She rode him even as he came until his hand grasped her hip to stop her. Her hips stilled, but her lips still wrapped around his finger and slid down to the last knuckle. The touch of her tongue against his skin was akin to silk, soft and delicate. All he could do was moan and breathe until he reclaimed control over his body.
He opened his eyes to see her gaze down, still mounted on his cock, beads of sweat sliding between her breasts. With a crooked smile, he flipped her onto her back. She squealed in surprise, then giggled as he claimed her mouth like a starved man. Even after having her, he still wanted her, and nothing else could quell his desire. There was nowhere else he'd rather be and nothing else he'd rather do. For a long time, her tongue stroked along his, responding to his heated kiss until they were both breathless and he was hard again.
"Ride a man like that and he's yours forever," he said, running his hands from her thighs up to her jaw. His mouth roamed around her neck as he pressed his cock into her. It thrilled him to feel how wet she was, both from her orgasms and the cum that spilt out of her. While he thrust into her slowly, some primal part of him felt an odd pride in having marked her as his.
"Already up for seconds?" she asked between two moans.
"Seconds... Thirds..." he said as he hooked his arms under her legs, resting the back of her knees over his biceps and sinking into her. He licked along her ear and nipped at her lobe. "Unless you have something else in mind... Don't think we'll be leaving this bed for a while," he whispered.
"I thought about showing you around the city today, but this is a much more pleasurable way to pass the time. Besides, a good host needs to tend to her guest's needs..."
"That's what you're doing now? Being a good host by letting me ride you?" he asked, burying himself inside her and pinching a nipple between two fingers. "And here I thought you loved me."
She slapped his shoulder and laughed. "The two are not mutually exclusive. Don't think I lay back and spread my legs for anyone who comes to visit. Only a certain handsome witcher has earned that privilege."
"Handsome, huh? Don't hear that very often."
"Then I must say it more," she said with a sigh.
He caressed from her breasts down her side to her hips, then raised her off the bed with one hand under her ass. Her eyes closed and her back arched off the mattress as he hit the spot that made her weak. Nails dug into his shoulder once more as her moans got louder. When she was lost like that, enjoying herself, she looked the most beautiful to him. Messy hair spilling over pillows, teeth biting on her lower lip as she fought a moan, breasts heaving with heavy breaths, fingers clenching around his shoulders and back. Everything about her was a delight.
She tightened around him on a loud moan, then pulsed and shook under him, her orgasm strong and mind-numbing. Wetness dripped down the inside of her leg, to her ass, where his hand propped her up. Skin slapped together as he sunk into her again and again while he kissed her, driven wild by the chase of her pleasure.
When he pulled his lips away and slowed his thrusts, she opened her eyes. Despite the light, her pupils were dilated, like after a hit of fisstech.
"My beautiful," he whispered against her lips and kissed her again.
"Yours," she mirrored back and the echo of the word sent shivers through him. "Only yours to have and make come however you like," she repeated and sucked a mark into his neck.
"My insatiable woman," he moaned, relishing the way her lips travelled over his skin. "Sometimes it feels like there's no way to sate you. Like one of me isn't enough for you."
She laughed against his skin. "I wouldn't mind two of you."
"Mhm, I bet you wouldn't. Too bad it's impossible." He thrust inside her, picking up the pace once again.
"What if it wasn't?" she asked with a moan. "Would you like that?" He just grunted in affirmation, hypnotized by the lust in her eyes. "Tell me what you'd do to me," she said in a heavy voice.
"If it was possible, then for once I wouldn't have to choose between your mouth and your tight cunt. I'd get to fill them both," he answered, fighting to keep his pace even as he felt her tighten around him just from his lewd words.
"Would you have me on my knees or on my back?" she asked with her eyes closed, imagining the scene.
"Mmm, first I'd eat you out while you suck me dry." He licked along her neck. "Then I'd fuck you in every way possible if you'd let me." His index brushed against her ass, teasing it and spreading the wetness that had dripped down between her cheeks. "Read my mind to see what I'd do. To know how you drive me to the edge of madness."
"Show me," she begged, already wiggling her way into his thoughts, so he played out every dirty fantasy he had with her. He held nothing back, going from tame to things he thought she'd never agree to. The wilder he got, the more aroused she was, chasing another orgasm.
"Damn, Geralt! Don't stop!" she moaned, and the tip of his index pressed inside her ass in time with his thrusts. "Fuck, yes!" She shuddered and tightened again, coming undone under him.
If he wasn't so far gone, he might have grinned at their shamelessness, but his mind was clouded with impossible images. His hips stuttered, unable to keep their steady pace. She moaned into his ear, low and sultry, and it was the drop that pushed him to spill into her.
He panted into her skin, fighting to catch his breath and hold his own weight up. Fingers caressed over his back, reaching around his neck and into his hair as he pulled out of her.
Her tongue traced the outline of his ear, then nipped it. "You have a dirty mind, witcher."
He raised himself onto his elbows and gazed into her eyes. "I didn't expect you to like it as much as you did."
"Why?" she asked, laughing. "I love that you can't decide how you like me best."
He looked sheepishly at her. "You don't think I'm perverted?"
"There's nothing wrong with a little perversion, Geralt. And I quite enjoyed looking at your fantasy." She brushed her lips against his, light and teasing. "Might even know of a way to make it real."
His eyebrows shot up in disbelief.
"If you're not opposed to me using a bit of magic on you," she continued.
"I..." He swallowed hard. Thinking about it was one thing, but facing the prospect of making the fantasy real left him speechless.
She pushed him onto his back and laid kisses over his chest, going up to his neck.
"I'll let you think about it and if you decide you want to try it..." She left her words hanging and ended with a kiss on his lips.
A/N: So I guess the next chapter will be M/M/F with some inappropriate use of magic but no cheating.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! If you want a side of romance with your smut (and some little adventures), feel free to check out my main fic "Shadow and Light".
