"What?" Geralt gave a soft little laugh, at the way she seemed to melt above him. Gone was the mischief that usually hung around her demeanor, replaced with something very gentle, very young.

He gave up the wine readily, though he turned beneath her to reach for the basket. She'd said she'd brought along some food. He found he needed some, after, although he hadn't felt hungry at the time.

Her bottom was a warm and sturdy weight over his thighs.

"Should we get dressed? In case?"