Geralt's hands were warm, tempting, wherever they went.
Nina let go of her dress to go after Geralt's buttons, clever fingers making quick work of them. She slid her hands over his skin, over the increasingly familiar pattern of his scars. She lifted her hips for a moment as his hand moved higher, pushing her dress up with it. As she settled again, she arched her back, letting the fabric move as freely as she could.
She tipped her head back with a sweet sigh, welcoming even the scratch of his beard and bite of his teeth as he nuzzled close. Then she huffed a breath and tried to work her dress up higher still, so she could take it off over her head. She wasn't worried about the chilly evening air.
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Date: 2017-10-24 05:23 am (UTC)Nina let go of her dress to go after Geralt's buttons, clever fingers making quick work of them. She slid her hands over his skin, over the increasingly familiar pattern of his scars. She lifted her hips for a moment as his hand moved higher, pushing her dress up with it. As she settled again, she arched her back, letting the fabric move as freely as she could.
She tipped her head back with a sweet sigh, welcoming even the scratch of his beard and bite of his teeth as he nuzzled close. Then she huffed a breath and tried to work her dress up higher still, so she could take it off over her head. She wasn't worried about the chilly evening air.