Some smut followed by a little fluff while they actually try to figure out how to continue their relationship beyond the bedroom.

Sorry for the late update, I was on vacation and completely disconnected from everything else. Another update will probably follow at the end of this week.


A/N: Chapter updated (02/09/2023)


Like most mornings, she woke to her alarm, but this time she wasn't alone. Her back rested against Geralt's chest and one of his arms was wound around her waist. He stirred behind her, pulling her closer and kissing her neck, his intentions apparent. She would be lying if she said she minded.

"Morning, beautiful," he whispered in a low growl.

His breath tickled her neck and gave her goosebumps.

"Morning, handsome..."

His hand moved from her waist to the side of her hip as their mouths met.

"Mmm, we should get out of bed... We really don't have time..." she got out between his hungry kisses.

"You'd miss out on... morning therapy? I thought I was still your patient..." he persisted in a suave voice that made her tremble.

"Maybe just regular therapy this morning? Otherwise, I might not get anything done today..."

"I know something you could get done..."

His hand caressed the curve of her ass, then slipped in between her thighs to tease her. A single finger glided between her legs and her treacherous body wasted no time in responding to his touch.

"Oh, you are making it difficult for me to refuse."

"Mmm... Then don't refuse," he growled in her ear and pushed his hard cock against her buttocks, letting her know one word from her was all he needed.

She reached back around his neck, lightly scratching his skin. "Mmm, maybe we can skip the gym today..."

"Mhm, we can..." he groaned as he pressed his cock against her, his diligent fingers working between her legs.

In no time she was slick and wet, but with her legs together, she could barely fit him. He pushed her onto her stomach and climbed on top of her, holding his weight on one forearm. His body was glued to hers, his breath in her ear made her shiver, and the sultry heat of his body over her pressed her down. Fingers gingerly tucked her hair behind her ear before his thumb grazed her lips and, moving to her jaw, gently tilted her head to the side so he could kiss her.

He knew exactly what to do to make her moan. Moving slowly, his mouth nipped at her ear, then moved down to her neck. She exhaled hard and turned her head to kiss him, needy and wanting. After two days of mindless fucking, it still wasn't enough. It felt like it would never be enough. He claimed her mouth and tenderness turned to lust, reacting to her need. As always, he was ever so perceptive and ever so willing to accommodate her wants.

His hand grazed the side of her breast and her ribs, moving lower to her hips, caressing her buttock then pulling her legs apart to enter her. In one slow thrust, he was buried in her completely. He moved his hand to her ass, grabbing it and spreading her unceremoniously. His touch was filled with want and lust, and that was exactly what she wanted.

As he thrust into her, his heavy breathing on her back made her shudder under him.

"You look amazing when you take me like this," he grunted.

"Then by all means, get a good view of it," she moaned back.

He lifted himself, dragging her to her knees. On instinct, she arched her back, lifting her ass up to meet his hips. Relinquishing control was not something she often did, but now, on her hands and knees in front of him, that was exactly what she was doing. A pleased hum and a light slap against her ass was his response. He was intent on taking advantage of the power she was giving him and enjoying every moment of it.

The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance while his hands slid up her back, from her waist to her shoulders. With a firm grip, he pulled her onto his cock and held her there without moving, letting her feel him rock hard inside her.

"Enjoying yourself?" she teased, pushing her hips back.

"More than you know."

A hand coiled around her neck, drawing her into his chest as he fucked her with slow, firm strokes that got her moaning.

"Mmm, I see not the only one enjoying myself," he said, biting her earlobe.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried. "I'm so close."

"Let's see how hard I can make you come."

His hand slid from her neck to her breasts while the other held onto her hips as he drove into her hard. She was on the edge and all she needed was a little push. His fingers drifted from her breast, down her stomach to the apex of her thighs, ending their search with maddening circles on her clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. It sent her into overdrive, making her loudly gasp and almost scream. It was more than she could take. She gazed at him over her shoulder, with a look of helpless surrender in the face of the impending crashing wave of pleasure. Her world quaked as she came harder than ever before, the unstoppable waves of her orgasm taking him with her, both of them crashing onto the mattress.

"I think I had a heart attack," she gasped, catching her breath under him.

"Fuck," he cursed, still breathing heavy. "I still want more."

"You'll get more," she promised him, "but later. I need to get ready for work or I'll be late again."

He groaned and kissed her shoulder.

"Waiting will be pure torture," he growled in her ear, but after planting another kiss on her neck, he rolled off her.

She checked her phone then jumped into the shower and this time he followed her in to save time.

It took all her restraint to keep her hands off him. An insatiable hunger possessed her each time she looked at him and it took all of her willpower not to give in and say fuck it to everything else. Never in her life had she experienced something similar, and it couldn't be just the daze of simple carnal bliss. No doubt, he was desirable by anyone's standards and his touch made her knees go weak and her body relinquish control, but it was more than that. He felt familiar somehow. Like the missing piece of a puzzle she had been searching for had finally fallen into place, but there wasn't anything rational about it. She barely knew anything about him aside from his connection to Ciri, yet now they were tied to each other through a strange event and his pull on her was barely manageable.


Geralt watched while she dressed, first putting on lingerie and stockings, then her skirt and blouse. His eyes clouded with lust as he came up behind her.

"Now that I've seen what's under those clothes, I won't be able to think of anything else all day," he whispered in her ear while his hands slowly lifted her skirt over the lacy rim of her stockings.

The dark tone of his voice warned her that they were drifting into dangerous territory unless she curbed his advances, so she slipped out of his grasp and rearranged her clothes. It wasn't any less tempting for her. It would have been so easy to give in and scratch that ever-present itch she got when she was around him, but she needed to keep some semblance of logical thinking and reasoning. She took a step away from him and looked back to see him staring at her.

"This is bordering on ridiculous," he said, frustration colouring his voice. "Witchers have a high sex drive, but nothing like this. I can barely stop myself when I look at you," he confessed. "Are you sure you're not doing anything to me?"

"Please don't go back to that. I swear I'm not doing anything," she sighed. "And it's not like you're the only one experiencing this. I thought it was because I haven't been with anyone in a while, but after two days of nothing but sex it's even worse than before."

"At least I'm not the only one who feels out of control."

"You're not. I feel like we've opened Pandora's box."

"What's that? Some magical relic?"

"It's an old legend. Pandora was given a box for safekeeping, not knowing what was inside. She wasn't supposed to open it, but her curiosity got the better of her and as she lifted the lid, all manner of misery and evil was released upon the world. By the time she closed it, it was too late. All that remained locked inside was hope," she answered fiddling with an earring.

"Does that mean you think we've made a mistake?" he asked with furrowed brows.

She shook her head. "No. I meant that there's no way to put things back the way they were. What's done is done and can't be taken back. But..." She looked into his eyes, drowning in molten gold. "Something that feels so good can't be a mistake, can it?"


Neither of them had spoken much since the morning, both ruminating on the possible causes for their uncontrollable attraction.

"Maybe we'll be able to see things more clearly once the honeymoon phase is over," she said once they were in the car.

"Right now it doesn't feel like a phase at all. The more time I spend with you, it feels like an avalanche under which I'm being buried with no hope of escape."

"That feels like a grim description. I don't want you to feel suffocated. Maybe we should take things slow and get to know each other a little better. That might help the rational part of our brain make sense of this and figure out if we're a good match in any other way than in bed."

As much as he liked to complain, part of him enjoyed the whirlwind that swept them up and he would have been more than happy to keep her in bed all day, so he hesitated to agree.

"How would that even look like?" he asked. "Plan to move me to the couch? Because I'd rather stay irrational in that case."

"That's not what I meant," she said, shaking her head with a smile. "But maybe we can try to do something other than sex from time to time."

"Hmm, alright."


At the university they took the same path as the previous week, only this time they walked side by side, with Geralt holding his arm low around her waist, feeling an odd satisfaction at laying claim to her so openly.

Again, they found Elly outside the door of the classroom. This time she was chatting with a student, but when they approached, she ended the conversation and turned to greet them both with the widest smile Geralt had ever seen. They replied in unison, but her enthusiasm was impossible to match.

"Congratulations on your tenure! Why didn't you call me? Had to find out from the Dean's assistant. She also mentioned something about a broken hand," she said, giving Geralt a quick side glance and a smile.

"Sorry, we've been... pretty busy this weekend, but we should definitely celebrate if you have time. I know it's difficult with the kids, but it would be nice to make it a double date."

"That would be a welcome change. I'll talk to Darren and let you know. Meanwhile, I think we have time for a coffee before class starts. Are you a coffee drinker, Geralt?"

"Not really, can't say it has any effect on me."

"Oh, I have this one friend... coffee has the opposite effect on her. It puts her to sleep. It's so strange. Maybe it's better if it has no effect. I don't know how I'd deal without it, or worse with getting drowsy from it."

They walked to the back office and she poured two cups of coffee, one for her and one for Criss, then handed him a glass of water.

"Sorry, we haven't stocked the place in a while. There's nothing here but coffee and water."

"Water's fine, don't worry about it," he replied, taking the glass from her.

"So what line of business are you in, Geralt? Construction?"

"I'm... an independent contractor. I specialize in solving problems no one else can solve," he answered, taking a page from Criss by telling the truth in such a way that disconcerting details, like the existence of magic, monsters and alternate universes, absconded themselves.

Elly gave him a thoughtful glance, measuring him from head to toe.

"Military?" she asked.

If he had to guess, his scars were the ones that gave her that idea.

"You could say that," he answered with a wry smile.

"Mhm, so I guess it's probably hush-hush. Hope it's nothing too dangerous though."

He could see her try to fill in the gaps before eyeing Criss, and he appreciated how concerned she was for her friend's wellbeing.

"No, nothing to worry about," he lied to set her mind at ease.

"So, how are the little ones? Have they adjusted to kindergarten?" Criss asked, saving him from having to talk more about himself.

"Thankfully yes, it helped that they made friends with some of the other kids, but now I'll have to organize play dates, which is another thing to worry about. Making sure two kids don't get into trouble is hard enough, but having even more at the house... Now that's something else, and Darren is so often out of town that there's a good chance I'll have to deal with them alone. And as much as I love them, the prospect is harrowing," she said before turning to Geralt again. "Criss mentioned you have a daughter. Was it just as difficult for you?"

"Things were very different back when Ciri was little. It was by no means easy, even if I had my share of help with her. I could never have done it alone."

A shadow passed over his face as he thought of his child surprise.

"I sympathize with your situation," he continued. "You want to do what's best, but you never know if it's enough. I still don't know if I did a good job with Ciri, but I gave her all I had to offer. I think that's all anyone can hope for."

"Judging by how capable your daughter is, I'd say you did a great job," Criss said with an appreciative look.

Her phone buzzed, breaking the ensuing silence.

"My brother wants to meet up tonight. You mind if I tell him to stop by the apartment tonight?" she asked Geralt.

"Of course not. Have to thank him for his advice to not let someone else steal you away and maybe we can open that bottle of whiskey, it's still sitting on the shelf."

"Maybe," she said absentmindedly.

She leaned back to look through the open office door. The students were pouring in and their coffee time was coming to an end.

"We should get going. You know... Maybe actually work," she added with a cheeky smile. "Come on, Geralt. We'll see you later Elly."

She blew her a kiss as she got up and walked out the door with him in tow.

"Thank you, Geralt," she said once she was out of Elly's hearing range.

"What for?" he asked with furrowed brows.

"For not bristling at Elly's questions."

He shrugged. "Why would I? She only asked because she cares about you," he replied just before they entered the busy classroom and he had to leave her side and find a seat.

He sat a little further back than the previous week and settled in for the next two hours. Some students shot glances at him as he walked by the rows of desks.

"Miss Thompson's boyfriend," a girl whispered to another student while discretely pointing at him.

He shook his head; after all the time they spent together, he didn't even know her full name. But in all fairness, unless whispering dirt in her ear counted, they had done little talking the past two days.

She was right, they had a lot to learn about each other.

Once again he had jumped into a relationship headfirst without getting his bearings straight. He spent the next two hours making a list of what he wanted to ask her and thinking of a way to pose the questions without making it look like he was interrogating her.

When class was done, she came over and once again sat on his leg. His mind blanked, forgetting everything he planned to ask. Instead, he pulled her close for a kiss. Time melted and trickled like honey when he had her in his arms. Strange thing how such a small thing as a kiss could make the world around them stand still. A small hand stroked up his chest and rested over his heart and energy poured into him even as they kissed. Her fingers then tracked upwards until they traced his jawline in a slow sensual movement, her lips moved away from his just a little and she stared into his eyes.

"You know, you really can make me lose myself," she confessed in a sweet voice. He kissed her slowly, just barely touching her lips.

"I'm ready to catch you if you fall," he replied, kissing her again. She smiled at his double entendre.

"Lately I haven't lost consciousness when healing you. Maybe I'm more in tune with you now that we've been... intimate. I feel like you're letting me in more."

"I think you have a way of sneaking past my defences," he joked.

"You joke, but you really do have powerful defences and I don't know if that's a witcher thing, or it's just particular to you." She was interrupted mid-sentence by the door opening and the students coming in. "We'll continue this later."

She kissed him again in plain view of her students, then got up and walked to the front desk. For once he wasn't anyone's dirty secret; she claimed him just as boldly as he did her, with not a care in the world about anyone's thoughts or judgments.