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after the fall festival

Nina couldn't remember the last time she had fun like this. She'd had fun, happy moments, but all of them against the backdrop of something moving beyond her control. Maybe Darrow was no different, in the end, but at least here she wasn't coerced into debt, she wasn't constantly waiting for the next thing she would have to do for the gang that offered her protection. She still worried: she worried about Ravka, about the moment she left behind, about her friends.

But all day today she had not let a single one of those things bother her. She'd danced until she felt like she would drop and only then did she let Geralt guide her away from the square and the music, and she happily pressed against his side, her arm draped around his waist.

"Thank you," she said warmly; in the dying sunlight her eyes had become a deep green. The gratitude was heartfelt, the feeling infused each simple word. Her cheeks were still flush from their joyous exertion. "It's been a long, long time since I danced like that."

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"If you hurt yourself, I'm not fixing it," she insisted as he swept her up again, as if she wasn't delighted; as if she actually meant it. She wriggled free only when they were out on the roof. It gave her a chance to set the basket down, and to give Geralt a hand with the blankets.

There was more of a breeze up there, but she liked it the way it made her dress move around her legs, the way it tugged at the ribbons tied to the flowers in her hair. Between the blankets, Geralt, and her own Grisha power, she wasn't exactly concerned about getting cold.

As soon as the blankets were spread out, Nina happily sank down.

"I do believe I promised you that you could pull all the flowers out of my hair and set it free," she said, trying to sound prim despite the warmth in her green eyes, despite the playful smile tugging at her mouth.

"Yeah. You did."

Geralt was on top of her in moments, stretched, long and lean, above her. His face was a brief smile, before he pressed their mouths together and rolled them over, pulling Nina on top of him. He didn't let the kiss go.

When he finally pulled away, it was only to sit them up and pull Nina into a seat on his lap. Now that they were settled, he let himself lounge, loose-boned, on the blanket, satching Nina's face.

Nina made a sound between a laugh and something more breathless as Geralt leaned over her, kissed her. She leaned into it, managed not to break it as Geralt rolled them. Her knees pressed into the blankets, balancing herself until they were finally settled with her comfortable in his lap.

The way Geralt looked at her just then coaxed a blush into her cheeks, despite her better attempts to keep it from happening. She tried not to smile too brightly and lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, is this a show now? Am I doing all the work?"

As she asked, she took off the flower crown she'd made, setting herself free of all the ribbons. Beneath it, her hair was still braided in a crown around her head, little flowers on pins tucked into the plaits.

"What?" His mouth quirked up at the corner, expression gentle. "You're nice to look at."

Geralt reached out to pluck one of the pins from Nina's hair. He tucked it into his mouth to hold into it, before reaching for another and working it slowly out. The second joined the first.

"Sun's almost finished going down," he said, around the pins.

Nina rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide how much the compliment delighted her. She plucked the pins out of Geralt's mouth, holding them in an odd little bouquet; she collected them as he took each out.

"You're pretty fine to look at yourself," she said as she let her fingers brush over his beard. She looked up at the sky, aware that doing so probably didn't make Geralt's job easier.

"It is." The sky was fading from brilliant shades of red and purple and pink to a deeper blue and grey.

Geralt gave Nina a dubious look. For as often as Lambert and Eskel had called him pretty boy, he had never considered himself good-looking. He was neither the dark, hulking, boisterously masculine man favored by the Kaedweni women and the girls of Skellige, nor the unblemished, self-assured, confident handsomeness of Dandelion, which was favored by the girls in the south. He could only imagine himself as a mangy, yellow-eyed mutt.

Though Yennefer had never complained; he had other skills.

"It'll start getting chilly soon."

He worked out another few pins. They were getting sparse now.

"Might want to break into those wine bottles you thought to have us bring."

"Oh don't look at me like that. I think you're handsome, and I'm a difficult person to argue with."

At least she knew her flaws. Thanks to Zoya, she could enumerate every single one of them. She traced her fingertips down the straight bridge of his nose and gave him a light kiss.

Nina felt the braid start to loosen as Geralt ran out of pins. She leaned away from him to pull the basket closer, and the bottle of wine Geralt had carried out. There was a second one inside the basket itself, but that wasn't why she wanted it.

She put the pins in the basket, not wanting to lose them, and retrieved a cork screw.

"I wasn't sure how uncivilized we wanted to be up here. There's two cups in there, but we could always abandon all etiquette and drink straight from the bottle," she said as she worked the cork out.

"I usually don't even bother with the cork screw," Geralt admitted. His teeth were always more than capable of removing a cork -- and nearly any other thing. But, he supposed he could drink out of the glasses, if Nina wanted it. He could be acquiescent, when he wanted.

He leaned forward while she worked, kissing along the back of her neck, which was pale and enticing with her hair still pulled up. As he pressed his lips against her hairline, the braid began to unwind, sliding heavily off the crown of Nina's head.

He stopped where he was, caught by the sudden overwhelming scent of her hair as it slowly slipped down against the side of his face. His heart gave a fumbling skip.

Nina's efforts stilled as Geralt's lips brushed down her neck. Goosebumps rose and faded across her skin in answer to the shiver that rushed through her. Her eyes closed, just for a moment.

She almost apologized for the way her braid just sort of fell, except she felt the skip in Geralt's chest and the catch in his breath. And that sent a pleasant heat spreading through her cheeks.

The cork popped out and set it and the screw inside the basket again. Nina tried not to dislodge Geralt from where he was as she lifted the bottle and drank right from it.

"I think you underestimate how much time I spent around soldiers and Barrel thugs," she quipped. "That I've been both of those."

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Geralt only murmured against Nina's skin. He kissed her neck again, before resting against it. He lifted his hands to smooth across her shoulders. He only broke apart to start working her hair out of the braid, breathing her in.

His fingers were gentle, slowly working out any tight weaves in the plait. For a few moments, everything was sandalwood and wild roses, and the smell of Nina's sweat from earlier, trapped since they'd been dancing. Geralt, though he usually had immense control over himself, let it go for just a moment. He gave a very low, very tight groan.

"You're a gorgeous Barrel thug, if that's what you are."

Nina closed her eyes as his breath, his voice, teased across her neck. His fingers were gentle in her hair as the braid came apart in loose waves.

She heard the sound that escaped him and it made heat coil low inside her. Her breath caught.

"I don't think I'm going to need this wine to keep warm if you keep this up," she said, her own voice quieter than she meant it to be, like she was afraid of breaking whatever spell held this moment.

"Geralt." She said his name like a plea, or like a promise, and Nina dared to peer over her shoulder at him.

"Mm." Geralt looked up at her slowly, deep-set yellow eyes heavy-lidded, black pupils fat diamonds from the fading daylight, and arousal.

He reached around Nina for the bottle of wine and poured a mouthful between his lips, before leaning forward to kiss Nina, sharing the taste of it between them.

She leaned to meet the kiss, eager to taste him, to taste the wine on his tongue. Nina twisted in his lap as much as she could without compromising their balance.

It wasn't fair how quickly she felt lightheaded when they got started like this, dizzy and eager and aroused. She turned more toward him, careful, and wrapped the horsetail he wore his hair in around her hand.

Geralt laughed, and gave a tug away from her, pulling against her grip, playful. It only barely hurt, and even then, only enough to feel pleasant.

"Careful," he said, pressed two fingers against her lips. His eyes wrinkled at the corners.

"We're out on a rooftop where anybody could just walk up on us. Not that the stars will care."

Nina smirked beneath his fingers. She liked the subtlety of his expressions, the way his smiles hid in his eyes and at the very corners of his mouth. She liked the feel of his callouses against her lips.

"Anyone that interrupts us out here is going to suffer a sudden fainting spell, and a headache when they wake up some hours later."

She'd never actually tried to use her power on someone else while in the throes of passion, but she was almost sure she could manage it.

"Or they'll just get a really good show."

Nina kissed his fingertips, holding Geralt's gaze as she did.

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He met her eyes, held her gaze in return as the corner of his mouth slowly curled up into a gentle smirk. He pressed her back with his chest, until she was back against the blanket, and leaned over her. Geralt propped himself up on one hand. The other smoothed up the length of her thigh, creamy pale skin beneath the hem of the dress she wore.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd guess you'd just spent the last hour trying to get me alone and to yourself. Guess you plan on making it worth your while."

The single lock of his hair which made its way out of his tail with regular disobedience hung between them. Geralt blew it out of his face.

"Unless you wanted to eat something first."

She sank back beneath the gentle press of his body over hers. He smelled good; she wanted to bury her face against his neck, in his hair. She supposed she understood why he so often did that to her. As his hand slid down her thigh, she drew her leg up, let it bend at the knee so he was framed between her thighs.

"I bewitched you," she quipped, voice soft between them. She reached up to push back the obstinate strand of hair. Even that was charming just then. "Beguiled you away with my Grisha sorcery."

A smile crept into her voice as she said it, because honestly, she hadn't needed to work that hard to get them this far. Geralt seemed plenty interested in following her without any beguiling. Nina liked that, and every part of her felt a-flutter with his weight braced over her.

Her hands dropped and she kept her gaze on Geralt's face as she slowly started gathering the skirt of her dress, revealing her bare thighs inch by inch, following the progress of his hand.

"Later," she answered, entirely coy and maybe a little ridiculous. But that's what made it fun. "I'm hungry for something else."

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Shifting his weight to the side and onto his knees, Geralt was all hands, brushing his bare fingers over the cradle of Nina's hips just above the soft, silky line of her underthings. He pressed the hand further up beneath her dress as she slowly worked it up, until his hot palm rested beneath the center of bra, between her breasts.

He mouthed her neck, pointed teeth scraping gently before he moved to nuzzle his face roughly against the side of hers.

"Buttons on my shirt."

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.

Edited 2017-10-24 05:26 (UTC)

Geralt breathed at the sight of her, divested of her gown. He'd been wondering what the color and texture of her underwear might be for the last couple of hours. He was satisfied that his imagination had been close to the reality. Although that was, by far, the better. The reality had more details, and more little freckles, like constellations.

He sat back enough so that she could toss off the clothing, and he joined the pile with his own layers of shirts. Freed from beneath the clothing, the medallion around his neck dropped low, close to Nina, where it sensed her and gently oscillated.

"You look good at twilight. Makes your skin glow. How far do you wanna go?"

Nina reached up to make sure the medallion didn't swing too close to her face. It hadn't yet, in all their tumbling around together, but it was big enough that it looked like it might hurt if it hit her chin.

She let her hand fall and ended up reaching beneath her back to unclasp her bra; she tried not to blush. His compliments took her off guard - maybe because they were so easily given and not buried under anything too flowery.

Nina tossed her bra aside and resisted the first answer to pop into her mind. Too crass - too Barrel. But anything that came to mind that was as bluntly honest as Geralt had the decency to be sounded almost the same.

"Far enough that I really will have to knock someone unconscious if they come out here," she quipped. She reached for his hips to pull him closer. "All the way, dorohyy."

Geralt cocked his head at the thick accent and looked at Nina with thoughtful and hungry yellow eyes, catching the distant lights on the roof as the sky darkened quickly.

His thumb looped around one of her nipples gently. It was already pebbled from the sudden cool air, out from beneath what little clothing she'd worn. The dress suited her, but he preferred her this way. Less between them.

Reaching for her hands, he pulled them gently toward his belt buckle before reaching for her hair, spreading his fingers through it. He gave it a soft shake.

The smell of roses filled the air, Nina beneath it.

Her breath caught at the teasing touch across her breast. She wet her lips, her confident little smile reappearing as she worked his belt loose, then the button and fly of his trousers.

Nina smiled and leaned closer to him as he shook her hair out; she could smell the roses. She kissed Geralt's neck and reached between them, palming his cock through his smallclothes. Then she pushed, gently, at fabric until even that barrier was gone and she could touch him skin to skin.

"Mm," Geralt sighed, lazy and pleased, at the touch of Nina's fingers. They were magic-using fingers, clever and long. But they were soft, not like his own, rough from bending around a sword. They were warm on his cock and the sensitive skin over his hips.

He shinied his trousers and underthings the rest of the way off, before carefully taking off the silver medallion and setting it aside, before pulling out the leather band in his hair. It fell over his shoulders, catching in the light, shafts without pigment picking yup every silver glimmer.

He cupped his warm hand between her legs. They didn't have any oil with them, unless she'd thought to bring some along. He would have to get her worked up before going much further.

Nina wasn't worried about needing anything extra; since he first kissed her, he'd been able to-- well. The effect was profound. Nina lifted her hips toward his touch - she'd been aroused since before they left the festival and nothing about their antics between there and this moment had served to cool her desire.

She wanted him.

But she'd never turn down good foreplay. Especially not from a handsome witcher that seemed interested in offering it.

Nina's free hand stroked through his hair, pushing it back from his face now that it was free from the leather band.

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