Once he'd drained his glass, Nina curled her fingers in the front of Geralt's shirt and kissed him, pulling him toward her even as she pressed against him. The kiss on the beach had been nice, but she liked the lack of armor between them. Especially since he was nice and dry and warm now.
Dry and warm and alive, and he tasted like sweet wine and mulling spices.
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Date: 2017-09-18 08:10 am (UTC)Dry and warm and alive, and he tasted like sweet wine and mulling spices.