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"Kaer Morhen!?" She asked, her pitch slightly higher than what she had intended.

He nodded without missing a beat.

"It's supposed to be abandoned" He commented, eyes back on the road, "But you are living proof that it ain't" He snickered.

"How do you know I'm not from anywhere else?" He scoffed at her question.

"You are a Witcher, correct?" She nodded, lifting up an eyebrow in confusement as one of her hands found her way to his hips, feeling the line between softness and worked muscle behind the fabric of his shirt , "And Witchers are well known for their mighty gathering spots" She nodded again, even though he didn't question her, "You're not on any recent Witcher record my sister ever recited to me, and trust me, a female Witcher is as strange as they can get, this centuries" She smiled, remembering the day Geralt had deemed her training decent enough, and had offered her the title of a Witcher, "So that means you're extremely recent, and recent Witchers, let alone female Witchers, could only come from the only still functioning Witcher base in the whole kingdom" She frowned.

"How could you possibly know all that?" He shrugged.

"It's all about intuition, where else would a Witcher come from, when the only ones known in this side of the globe are all associated to The White Wolf?" She hummed, the mention of Geralt bringing her good humor.

"Kaer Morhen" He nodded.

"Precisely! If it weren't The White Wolf, then I'd have no clue about my sister's location"

"But Geralt is well known for loving Kaer Morhen" He grinned.

"You're catching up" He gave her a quick thumbs up, "Witcher or not, the only place my sister would trust to keep her safe is Kaer Morhen" Ciri went silent for a second.

"But aren't you afraid of Witchers?" She asked and he chuckled.

"Aren't I talking to you right now?" He replies as a matter of fact, and she pouted.

"I haven't gone through the mutations, and even though I've been deemed capable and titled as a Witcher, I haven't finished up all my training" She admitted, but he didn't falter.

"I think that in an occupation as hazardously dangerous as that one, you never, ever stop training, Cirilla" He looked up to the sky, "My sister got hold of many Witcher archives through illicit markets and slightly dark favors, and in every record, every story, every legend, every single Witcher had encountered a new danger" He shrugged, "Even you, as young as you might be, must've encountered difficulties not even The White Wolf has encountered before" She nodded.

"There's still many ancient secrets that we haven't discovered" She added, if only to let him know she's been paying attention.

"Elf kin, for example" Her body went rigid in a heartbeat, "Elder blood, elven monuments, Loren's reliquary, Hades armory" He chuckled, "All diferente legends, but all of them scattered somewhere around the land of the living"

She was about to mention her origins, her blood and her abilities, but nothing good ever came out of that.

So she remained silent, even as her hands found themselves across his torso and her cheek landed on his back again, she didn't want to mention her speciality.

Her elder blood.

"Getting tired?" He questioned her and she denied with her head.

Of course not, as a Witcher, this nothingness couldn't bring her to even sweat.

"I thought you knew much about Witcher capabilities" She mocked him and enjoyed the way his back moved as he laughed, "I'm not feeling tired at all" He shook his head.

"I know nothing about them but what's been told to me" He took a deep breath, "And at any point, you're very much different than the rest"

"How come?" He turned his head and met her eyes with his own dark ones.

"You have a fiery look" He said and coughed, turning his head back to the road, "Not that it isn't attractive, mind you- but your eyes aren't the eyes of a Witcher" He bit his lower lip, "You might have a downright unique look, what with bright, emerald eyes and a sharp stare, but a Witcher's eyes…" He hummed.

"They look like snakes" He snapped his fingers.

"Indeed!" He chuckled, "It's awesome, but still...very easy to identify them" She nodded in understanding.

"They are, as a matter of fact" She counted with her fingers, "I might have met a few of them, three or four, and all of them had cat-like eyes" He grinned.

"See? I did my homework" She giggled and he laughed again, this time a little louder.

Her grip on him tightened.

"So I have this very unique, very attractive look, huh?" He gulped, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, "Why don't you tell me more about that?"

Oh god.

Stay safe and don't come out is what she had told him.

Bandits were everywhere, left and right on what seemed to be a planned ambush, and Ciri was disappearing and reappearing through them all in smooth motions, killing as many as she could with her sword.

She knew Leon had never seen such an ability before, the power to move through time and space at a higher velocity didn't cross his mind until she made it seem even easy.

But it wasn't enough; Ciri was panting, tired and overwhelmed with so many bandits trying to hit her. They seemed to come out of thin air, being so many of them.

The first blow to her jaw seemed like a surprise and for a second she looked impressed, as if it had been a long time since the last time she received a hit.

The second was harsh on her stomach, that fool quality maze hitting her intestines harder than what she'd like, and the third one…

The third one never came.

Standing next to her, with an arrow in his head, was a bandit with his sword lifted up in an attacking position.

His eyes rolled up, and he was out.

Some followed him suit, falling on their backs with arrows penetrating their skin, heart and skulls.

"I got your back!" Leon yelled at her and her emerald eyes seemed to shine in admiration, "You keep them away from me, and I'll keep them off you" She took a look at his bow.

Dark wood, extremely detailed rune-writing and a metallic handle, imbued with many stones. That was no ordinary bow.

Reluctantly she nodded, partly because the only times she really teamed up with anyone have all been with Geralt and because Leon seemed ready to take on some bandits.

"Got it" She replied and maintained a defensive stand in front of Leon. She felt his hand flat on her back as he pushed her forward.

"One arm away from me, and never stop moving" He told her with clear instructions and she followed suit, correcting her position with one step forward before bandits started their savage attack, not once stopping to look at whatever they were swinging at.

She kept them off him.

Swings left and right but her powers felt stronger than usual, her focus that was once split between fighting and taking care of Leon turned into just attacking and defending. She didn't need to land finishing blows, just mere pressure.

The arrows in the air would do the rest.

One on the head, dead.

Two in the chest, dead.

Arrow to the knee, arrow to the eye, and then he was dead.

Like magic, he just swiftly moved from place to place without breaking their designated distance. He moved from her left side to her right side, never once turning her into an obstacle, only using her as an advantage for him.

Soon, the idiots were gone, Ciri was scavenging the bandits remains and Leon was panting, dead tired and without a single arrow left in his arsenal.

Until Ciri dropped several of them in front of him.

"Most of them were clean shots, not even the shiv shattered" She coughed, catching his attention and holding his gaze with what she knew worked, her own green eyes.

"I'll take that as a compliment" He replied wittily and she nodded before taking a seat in front of him, resting her body from the sudden ambush.

She stared absently at him, not quite judging nor stalking, just looking- checking him.

Checking him out, even.

She wasn't blunt about it, but he was sweating, his shirt was open and he was literally in pure display for her to admire freely as he cleaned up the arrows, letting the muscles in his arms flex whenever he rubbed off the excessive amount of blood from the pointy shiv.

"How-" She began, but he interrupted her.

"Training" He replied without even having to hear the whole question, "My father always said A man should be able to fight his way to the top with his fists, alas, I've never been one to follow traditions, so I chose something else" He lifted his bow and grinned at her, "or in this case, it chose me" she silently asked for permission and he offered the bow to her.

She didn't need to ask; the moment she touched the weapon, she knew what it was.

A legendary elven bow, her blood told her. It reacted to the bow, and the bow reacted as well, the runes shining bright and greenish, as if it was greeting her. Her soul was resonating with the weapon's will, making her felt at ease, as if she was born to use that bow.

"It seems like it likes you" Leon chuckled as the light stopped and the bow went silent again, "It did the same thing to me the first time" She handed the bow back to him and when he picked it up, the bow awoke again and this time, the runes shone blue, instead of green, "That's the colour that I've been designated, apparently" He shrugged, "I don't understand half of it, but the bow seems to guide me in ways no other bow would, so I chose it" It shone red, "Okay, okay, it chose me" The bow's runes turned back to blue before sleeping away completely, "Yeah, goodnight to you as well" He sarcastically said as he put the bow away, letting it rest peacefully.

Saying that Ciri was fascinated was an understatement.

Never in her life had she ever seen someone interact with a weapon, even if said weapon held something akin to a spirit.

This was new, and she really needed Geralt to tell her more about this, if only for Leon's own safety and for her curiosity to be satisfied.

She was dying to ask questions, but Leon didn't look like he could either gallop nor talk at that precise moment, so she stuffed her curiosity away and let him rest for a second instead.

"Just tell me when you're ready" She told him as she begun closing her eyes, not once wanting to waste time to meditate, what with it being one of her favorite activities.

"I'm ready" He chuckled at her annoyed huff when he replied immediately after she talked, and watched as she stood up quickly and begun walking towards Kelpie, "So we're switching places?" He asked and she lifted an eyebrow, questioning him.

"You looked extremely exhausted a minute ago" She stated and he laughed, patting his chest with pride.

"I may run out of stamina in a matter of minutes, but I can quickly recover it with ease" He commented, showing off in a mock and she smirked.

"Oh really?" She inquired in a seductive tone, turning around and adding an extra sway to her hips as she walked towards him, internally smiling at the way his eyes seemed to force themselves to stay up and not stare at her body.

A pity; she'd rather he ate her whole with his big, brown eyes.

"Uh...yes?" He smiled unconfidently and she stopped before she ended up sandwiching him between a tree and her own body, and brought a hand to his chest, tapping her fingers on him while her hand flattened, feeling the lean muscles and smirking as his heartbeat increased tenfold.

"I'd like to test that, then" She winked and he gulped.

Somehow, he figured she wasn't really talking about a friendly spar.

"I don't know what's gonna kill me first, the bandits, this heat, or your never ending teasing" They were back on Kelpie's saddle, both leaning slightly forward as Kelpie throttled and with Ciri's arms wrapped around Leon's torso, no longer caring whether or not it made things awkward.

Clearly, he seemed slightly flustered by it, but was getting used to it little by little.

"Don't worry, I won't have to tease you much longer" She replied with a giggle, rubbing her cheek against his back, making him tense a little.

As soon as you stop being so blind towards me, she thought with a sigh. So far, nothing from subtle to not subtle at all had worked against Leon, often just making him squirm his way away from her.

"You know, I think this is the closest I've been to a girl that is not my sister" She stopped her affections, "So I don't know what you're trying, but most of it will go past my ignorant head" She smacked herself on the forehead, making him turn around to see what all the deal was about.

She quickly pushed his face away and turned it to look at the way, trying to hide her blush from his eyes.

Oh Gods, how do I even go on from here?, She thought as she fought down her reddened cheeks, He may just think this is my casual way of friending people..

It made sense now, all the flirting and all the obliviousness. He was new to this, new to the affection and new to it all.

This is the closest he's been to a girl...That meant he hasn't even done it yet, and here she was, trying to let him see she was ready to jump his bones!

"Okay, actually, I should've realized that a little sooner" She placed her hands on his back, ready to make them trace his body again for comfort just to take them off him immediately, not wanting him to create any awkward situation around them, "Look, Uh- okay, so…" She bit her lower lip and struggled to find wording, "I-I don't want you you thinking I'm someone that does this to everyone, okay?" He chuckled and nodded, already seeing where she was heading to, "You're appealing to me, you're the right amount of hot and the right amount of cute that I like and thus…"

"All the flirting?" She blinked twice and looked up to see him staring at her.

"You did notice" He grinned and she pouted, "I can't believe it, you've been playing with me!" He laughed and she almost hit his back, but stopped midways as his bow glowed red, fending her away.

"I'm not blind enough not to…" He sighed, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, apparently not realizing his bow's actions, "But...this is new to me, as you already know" She nodded at his gaze, "I don't know what to do, or-or say, or I don't know, react" He chuckled nervously, "The hottest girl I've met so far is into me and honestly, it seems more like a prank" He lowered his head, "I've had to suffer those kind of pranks before, y'know? I've always been a magnet of nothing but trouble, and girls back at the town tried staying away from me as much as they could" She frowned at the way he seemed to not care anymore, "And when they did approach me, it was mostly to hurt me in any way they could...kind of rude, if you ask me" He sarcastically hid his pain and turned around to look at the road again, his eyes half closed, thinking, "This...is not one of those pranks, is it?"

Ciri almost looked insulted when he turned to see her.

"No- what? No!" She shook her head vigorously, "Of course not! Gods, I'd never...Why would I even do that?" He chuckled dryly and nodded, trying to trust her words, "Hey! I'm not one of those stupid whores, I'm Cirilla! I'm a Witcher you met and fought with less than twenty four hours ago and that has been trying to get into your pants for the last thirteen of them!" Her anger didn't let blushes or stutters interrupt her, "I'm being honest here; you're cute, you're hot and you have this amazing personality that is hard to find around here! You're gentle, you're thoughtful, and you-" He wasn't listening.

Ignoring an enraged Ciri was never a good idea.

"Okay, I'm done with subtle!"

Fuck it.

Leon remembers three things that happened the moment he unconsciously blocked the sound away from his saddened ears, the three of them making his heartbeat stop for longer periods of time than what he would've desired.

First, a hand pulling him away from Ciri's saddle.

Second, him and Ciri falling off the horse at a speed that whilst not completely dangerous, it still left some bruises in his left butt cheek.

And third?

A pair of soft, thin lips clashing against his own rough, dry ones.

—-

Hey, I've decided to make this a series!

This series were not meant to revolve around romance and drama-queen scenes anyway, so I'm gonna spend only the next few chapters on developing Ciri's and Leon's relationship to something more than one having the hots for the other (and vice versa) and then I'll continue with what I have actually planned.

Something akin to a full witcher adventure, just the way anyone would've wanted it.

Making both of them interact with each other throughout this chapter has been hard, and I'd like it if someone would try and point out where the conversations feel rushed or something like that. Anything, I don't really mind constructive criticism.

I'm known for knowing how to make interactions work in fanfics, but this one is particular is a little hard for me, so any help would be very appreciated! And, as you can see, my OC is nowhere close to being a powerful Hercules, but rather a mysterious, rough diamond.

Hopefully, we'll read each other soon!

Thanks for the reviews, and keep reviewing! It fuels my motivation!

Hugs and kisses - Paw