A/N: Smut in the second half of the chapter

Chapter updated (02/06/2023)

It was well past midday and sunlight was flooding the bedroom since neither of them had cared enough to shut the curtains the evening before.

Her memories of the previous night felt like a dream, so unreal and incredible that if she hadn't woken up in his arms, she might have passed them off as a fantasy. Yet he was very real and tangible. Her eyes affixed on the lips that had so passionately kissed her over and over again, the ones she had yearned for, the ones she still yearned for. The blissful moment was short-lived for soon enough she remembered who he was and panic washed over her as it dawned on her how many hours had been since she last healed him. She almost slammed her hand on his chest, cursing herself for forgetting the most important thing she was supposed to do. The only thing she was responsible for.

"Geralt!" she screamed.

"What?" He shot up, startled by her sudden scream and her panicked face.

"Oh, thank God! I thought you might be dead!" She sighed with relief.

"Dead?" He burst out laughing. "You thought you rode me to death?" He howled with laughter. "You weren't far off though... if that makes you feel better," he joked, blissfully unaware of her genuine reason for worry.

"You should have been... at least unconscious, I think."

That made him roar even harder. She slapped his shoulder, smiling and shaking her head.

"Geralt! Stop! You're being awful right now! I don't think I rode you into the ground and I don't think I have a lethal weapon between my legs! Stop laughing!" She playfully slapped his arm again. "It's been sixteen hours since I last healed you!" she eventually explained. That realization finally made his laughter stop, and a frown replaced his amused expression.

He thought for a second. "Does that mean I'm all healed up?"

She shook her head. "No, you can't be." She touched her chest. "It's still here, at least most of it, I can feel it."

"Then how is this possible?" he asked, confused.

"I'm not sure, it shouldn't be..." She was just as confused as he was. "Unless..."

She remembered how the world melted around her each time he brought her to the peak of ecstasy and blushed.

"No... it can't be! Well, if it is, then... Ugh! I can't believe it! It's ridiculous to say it!"

She didn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed, but it was the only explanation that fit. Still, having to admit to it was another thing entirely, one that made her feel vulnerable.

"What? Just tell me, whatever it is!" He looked at her, confused by her incoherent sentences.

"Um... this is going to go straight to your head..." She rolled her eyes, sighed and continued, searching for a more benign phrasing. "You made me lose myself so profoundly that... I unintentionally transferred my energy to you..."

She spoke, looking down at the bed sheets, not wanting to see his face when he realized how much power he had over her the previous night. His hand brushed her cheek, lifting her head so he could look at her. His eyes met hers and, in them, there was none of the smugness she expected to see. Instead, he held her gaze for a second before kissing her softly, making her blush again. If he kept kissing her like that, she might permanently change colour.

"That might be the best thing I've heard in a while," he said with a smile.

She sighed. "It's not the kind of therapy I ever imagined I'd be doing. I never even knew this was possible. It's... it's... simply ridiculous! Not to mention it seems... unethical!" she exclaimed in frustration.

He started laughing again. "I don't imagine you'll start going around fucking people back to life."

She looked shocked for a second, then laughed with him.

"It would probably be more like asking them to get me off in exchange for their health."

She threw herself back on the mattress with her hands over her face. None of this was going the way she had expected.

"Oh! What have you done to me, Geralt?" She removed her hands for a second to look at him, then put them over her eyes again. "I can't believe you made me come in public!" She slapped the bed sheets and shot up. "I must have lost my mind! Do you think anyone saw?" she asked with panic in her eyes.

He wished he could reassure her, but didn't want to lie, so he did the only thing he could, the only thing that seemed appropriate - be honest. He scooted over to her and cupped the side of her face in his hand.

"If you think I noticed anything except you..."

He kissed her instead of finishing his sentence. It was true. There had been nothing on his mind except her, her and her wonderful moans. The way she called his name in bed made him want to hear her over and over again. But it looked like her mind was focused on the repercussions of their night together. Maybe some regret was peeking through after all.

"I can't even blame you! I'm the one who started it! What the hell was I thinking?" She shook her head helplessly. "I need a shower to clear my head..."

She got out of bed and walked naked to the bathroom and he couldn't help but appreciate her wonderful form once again.

He sighed, thinking of the night they had spent together. He imagined that once he satisfied his curiosity, his lust would subside and become more manageable. Instead, the opposite happened. He just wanted more each time he had her. The only thing he regretted was that the night hadn't been longer.

His mind went to Yen and the power she had over him when their destinies were linked. When he was with her, it felt to both of them as if they had no control. It was like a vice, a compulsion that brought them together. He wasn't sure what he was feeling now. Since he saw Criss, they had been like stars gravitating towards each other until they inevitably collided. Yet it didn't feel like another compulsion, and it was nothing like the djin's magic. She was like a summer breeze that brought relief while Yen had been a hurricane, leaving barren land in its wake.

He focused back on the room and on the water running in the shower. Whatever this was between them, he wanted it to continue, but now, with a clear head, she might see things differently. After all, the previous night, they had both been caught in a rush of lust and need.

What if she decided it was all a lust-filled mistake and pretended like nothing ever happened? He'd have to do his best to abide by her wishes. But how could he, when all he could think about was kissing her again?

She stepped out of the bathroom in a towel, her skin still glistening, and wrapped herself in a black silk robe before going to the kitchen.

She didn't say a word to him.

It wasn't the best sign, but it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened either.

Perhaps it was worth breaching the subject of their continued relationship over breakfast. Maybe, for once, he could express his want. He could never do that with Yen. She would ridicule him to no end for his weakness and then she would take advantage of him in any way she needed, knowing he could never refuse her anything. She was not Yen; she was not cruel, and she needed nothing from him. If anything, her ashamed admission of the pleasure he brought her made him think she was just as wary of ridicule as he was. Despite that, she made herself vulnerable in front of him.

No, she wasn't one to take advantage. At worst, she would politely decline him, but at least he would have tried.

With his mind set on what he wanted, he showered and joined her in the kitchen.

"About last night..." she said once she laid eyes on him.

"Please don't tell me you want to forget about it, because I can't," he interrupted. "I won't lie and say I know where this is going, but I know for certain that one night with you wasn't enough."

She smiled in silence for a moment. "Come here," she said, biting her lip with lust in her eyes.

He didn't need more of an invitation. In two strides he was beside her, his lips over hers, getting what he wanted.

Her mouth was so sweet and willing, he wanted to drown in her. With one hand around her waist, he undid her robe with the other, pulling on the bow that held it together. He slid his hand under the material and ran it over her breasts. It was enough just to touch her to get him hard, but there was no need to stop at just a touch when her eyes were darkened by desire. He wanted to have her shudder under him, just like the previous night.

His mouth drifted down to her neck while he grabbed her ass, lifting her onto the counter, then he shifted his attention to her breasts, his tongue wrapping around her nipples, gently teasing before his teeth grazed them. Her body coiled around his; legs eagerly circled his waist, waiting for him to claim his rightful place between them. It was so tempting to just slip inside her, but he had something else in mind. He smiled with his mouth still on the side of her breast and moved his hand from the top of her ass down the side of her thigh, going to her ankle, pushing her leg aside, untangling himself from her grip. The disappointed look she gave him made him grin and bite the side of her stomach before leaving a trail of wet kisses going down her body.

She wouldn't regret giving him a chance; he'd make sure of it.

He pushed her onto her back on the counter, her hips on the edge, legs draped over his shoulders. Her breathing quickened as he moved down between her legs, kissing and licking her inner thigh, inching up slowly. He teased her until his tongue finally licked a stripe along her sex, then a second, then a third, spreading her open. She threw her head back and gasped as he gently circled her clit.

He watched, satisfied, as her body reacted to his every touch, hard and soft alike. With one hand under her ass, he lifted her hips while his tongue dragged over her until she grabbed the edge of the counter and her toes curled, spreading her legs wider and hitching her hips to meet his eager mouth. Seeing her so enthralled fed his efforts and each moan felt like a battle won on the road to hearing her scream his name again.

One finger slid inside her while his tongue tirelessly lapped at her clit until his mouth and fingers were covered in her delicious slick as she writhed under him, on the edge of her orgasm. He added a second finger inside her and she tightened on it, her climax rapidly approaching.

His fingers curled, finding the spot and the rhythm that made her moan with ecstasy until her legs shut around his temples and her back arched off the countertop.

"You're exceptionally good at that," she said in a weak voice as he gently kissed her inner thighs.

"I was dying for a taste of you," he replied, before humming and moving his kissed upwards, over her stomach and breasts, soothing her burning skin with kisses until reaching her mouth.

She met him with fierce passion, biting his lip, then pushed him back. He staggered, caught off guard and still drunk on the taste of her on his lips. Sliding off the counter, she moved towards him with the grace of a panther, and the dark glimmer in her eyes told him she was in charge now. Their lips met once again before she walked him back until he was up against the cupboards on the other side.

"You're not the only one who wants a taste," she whispered in a sultry voice before pressing a hot open-mouth kiss into his neck and kneeling in front of him.

Her slender fingers slid under the waistband of his trousers and underwear, tugging them off his hips, then caressing up his thighs as her hot mouth wrapped around his cock. Her lips circled his girth, as she took him in with increasingly long strokes, her tongue gliding along the underside of his length until she swallowed him whole.

"Fuck," he gasped when she licked his balls while he was hilted in her mouth.

Even if she was the one on her knees, he was the one falling apart, watching her shameless, unapologetic and simply glorious with her lips wrapped around him. Seeing her so hungry for him made him lose his mind and all his restraint vanished in a moment. The growl that escaped him was that of an animal and she replied with a low moan. The thought of her getting aroused by getting him off sent him into a frenzy, making him buck his hips to meet her lips.

She took him in with greed, each long stroke ending with her sucking the tip of his cock and he nearly flew off the edge when he looked down to see her touching herself, one hand pinching her breast, the other reaching between her legs. She was a wild thing, mad with lust, making herself come with her mouth around his cock, greedy for his cum.

The vibration of her moans echoed within him, and his orgasm built up, unrelenting just like the woman knelt before him. It was his undoing, and he spent himself inside her mouth in a matter of moments. Without flinching, she swallowed it all, licking up and down his shaft, draining every drop.

For a moment, he had to lean back on the counter to hold himself up. His legs had ceased listening to him and felt like they could crumble under him at any second. He let out a deep breath and leaned forward, putting his hand on her cheek and pulling her up gently. Her tongue slowly ran over her top lip before she bit her lower one.

"I must be the luckiest man alive." He kissed her and wrapped her in his arms.

"Then I guess we're two fortunate people," she replied, kissing him back.

"And now let's have breakfast." She kissed him again. "Pancakes?"

"I think I just want to eat you again." His hands slid down and grabbed her ass.

"You're insatiable!" she teased.

"Who could ever get enough of that?" he said and gave her another hungry kiss.

She ran her hands over his chest and up to circle his neck.

"Mmm... Geralt... I don't want you to go hungry..." She giggled "... but I really don't want you to go hungry! Let's have the pancakes now and we'll see about dessert after that..."

She slipped out of his embrace, closed her robe with a teasing smile and went back to making pancakes for the both of them while he sat down at the kitchen island, eyeing her intently, thinking of new ways to make her moan. From time to time, she looked over her shoulder with a playful smile that promised him many more delights.

After their very late breakfast, they ended up inadvertently testing the strength of the living room furniture. Apparently, the coffee table couldn't take the combined weight of their bodies and they ended up on the floor, not that it slowed them down in any way. Once they'd had their fill, they remained laid out on the fluffy living room carpet.

"We're becoming a little destructive, it seems," she said, playing with a strand of material from the rug.

He shrugged. He would have wrecked an entire building with her and he wouldn't have cared.

"Is it normal, you think?" she continued, looking at him.

"What's normal? I'm a witcher and you're... I'm not even sure what you are."

"You do have a point... Had I known the sex was going to be this good..." she arched her back and hummed. "I would have jumped you sooner!" she said, laughing.

"You would have heard no complaints from me..."

"I should hope not! Although I was a bit worried, it had been so long that I might have forgotten how to do it."

"Oh, you seem to know your way around better than the girls at Passiflora..." he blurted.

"Girls at the Passiflora?" she asked with narrowed eyes. "Please tell me that's not a brothel and you're not comparing me to a whore!"

"Err..."

Fuck!

"I meant it as a compliment. They have the best... I mean... you're better... much better..."

Fuck!

"I didn't mean to insult you, you are in no way..."

Fuck!

She placed both hands on his chest.

"Stop talking... You already dug yourself deep enough. I'll consider it a compliment that you compared my... skills... to those of a... professional."

He breathed out in relief. The last thing he wanted was to ruin things with her, so he changed the subject to something innocuous.

"So tomorrow gym and work?"

"Mhm... Only this time I'll pack something for lunch." She drew circles on his skin. "I should also prepare for my lectures... although that's the last thing on my mind now." She smiled up at him and continued. "All I can think about is riding you again, but maybe you could use a break. We might have been a little excessive with our activities..."

"Not at all." He pulled her on top of him and kissed her. "If there's one good thing about being a witcher... It's stamina."

"Mmm, you really are insatiable," she hummed, brushing against his hard length before letting it sink into her.

"I just want to make the best of today... I have a feeling tomorrow I'll have to settle for just looking at you while you work," he replied thrusting into her, making her breasts bounce.

"Most certainly!"

He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his chest, taking control.

"That's too bad. That desk seemed to be sturdy enough..." he whispered in her ear while kissing her neck.

"That would make for an interesting lesson..." she moaned.

Once more, they spent the rest of the evening trying to quench their thirst for each other, both single-minded in their pursuit of pleasure.