Her breath caught and shivers raced across her skin at the tease of his breath over damp skin. Geralt knew how to play with sensation, and she was finding she really liked it when he did.

"All the more reason to get that country house built," she sighed. She remembered him talking about it, that little dream of retirement he'd had: building a house in the forest, having a garden, chickens. Witchering on the side. The idea still sounded nice.

Nina made a soft noise, almost a pout when Geralt pulled his hand away. She propped herself up on one elbow and bit her lip at the sight that greeted her. Since Geralt's hand was busy elsewhere, her own slipped between her thighs, taking over where he'd left off.

A blush burned across her cheeks, betraying her desire as much as the soft slickness of her. She leaned close to kiss him, and she bit Geralt's lip before easing back again.

"You don't have to be patient tonight, Geralt," she said, still close enough that her lips brushed against him as she spoke.

Sometimes it was fun to draw each other out, to see how long either of them could maintain some semblance of patience before giving in. But she'd teased him all the way home. She wouldn't demand that either of them wait a moment longer.