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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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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.

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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.

Geralt slipped a finger between her lips. gently stroking. He leaned forward again to take her mouth, pressing insistently against her, with his kiss, with his finger. He rubbed against the mound of her with his palm.

"I like it up here. Seems quieter. Can hear you better."

For a moment, she's distracted by his touch, by his kiss. She rocked her hips toward him, encouraging. At least she'd long since disabused him of the notion that she might be a blushing virgin. Things had quickly gotten more fun after that reassurance, more creative, and Nina had tried some things she'd only ever thought about before.

But now, she wanted this. A soft, sweet sound escaped her beneath the press of his mouth and she met the pressure of his palm eagerly.

"Quieter than the apartment?" she breathed, managing to keep up her end of the conversation. She found that surprising, but maybe there was enough going on in the building, even on the top floor, that Geralt couldn't help but be aware of it.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled. He licked a long, hot strip down Nina's neck and between her breasts before blowing gently on the slick line he'd drawn with the point of his tongue.

"Not so bad sometimes. Depends on what I've taken beforehand. Can hear the walls creaking other times, the electricity and the water in the pipes."

Geralt explained matter-of-factly, before taking the hand that he'd had pressed between Nina's legs and giving the palm its own lick, before wrapping it around his cock to wet it, root to tip, and then back down again, catching the pearly precome at the tip. There was no worry about pregnancy; there never had been, for Geralt.

His breath hitched. But he could be achingly patient.

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.

With Nina's permission, Geralt didn't wait a moment longer. He pressed above her again, guiding himself between her legs and pressing slowly in to meet her hips with insistent pressure. Geralt gave a low growl of satisfaction, feeling the throb of tight heat around him.

It tumbled into a groan as he pressed their foreheads together, brushing the straight line of his nose against her cheek. He could feel her eyelashes brushing against his face.

Nina moved her fingers when she felt his cock brush against her. She helped guide him, not that he needed it, and as he sank into her, she breathed out a moan.

"Oh, saints," she gasped, shivering at the sound of Geralt's voice as he pushed deep. She lifted her hips to meet him, and for a moment she felt a stretch but it was good.

Her thighs pressed to his hips and her hands slid up his back, one tangling up in his pale hair as their brows met. She could feel his breath warm against her skin, the vibration of his voice. She was deeply aware of the way his heart beat, of the way her own had quickened to meet it.

Geralt bent to brush the bite of his beard against the impossibly soft skin of Nina's breast, before taking it into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around her nipple.

He could feel the tug of her hand in his hair, it was blissful. He moved. Out, slowly, and back in. A sedate pace, rocking like ocean waves, before he pressed his face into the juncture of her shoulder and neck with a growl, and thrust in deeper, harder, faster.

Her fingers tightened and she rocked her hips up to meet the next thrust as he teased her. His mouth sent pleasant little shocks through her and her delicate pallor betrayed her: a blush started to spread across her chest.

His growl sounded deliciously feral and her excitement spiked, just waiting for a bite. Geralt so often left little bruises across her neck, her shoulders. Nina rarely tried to hide them, too pleased by the memory of how she got them.

Her breath caught when his pace changed and she dropped one hand to brace against the rooftop, fingers curled tight against the blanket as she moved to meet him. The angle of their bodies was good; she let her head drop back as her voice rose in a sharp, sweet sound.

"Geralt--"

"Nina," he breathed.

He felt her come close, heard her, the way her breath stuttered, the way her thighs started to shake and her eyes grew dark, almost black. Geralt leaned against her, sinking his teeth into her shoulder, gently enough not to break skin. Love bites, not a battle between them.

His belly tightening. It would be soon for both of them. It had been good, euphoric, to be inside her. So close to her. It had been too long for him, with his needs, and difficult not to love her desperately.

She clutched the blanket beneath them and her other hand gripped his shoulder, manicured nails digging gently against his skin when he bit her.

Nina's urgency grew, desperate and consuming as she reached that edge, teetered there for a few delicious, long moments. One of the most glorious things about her specialty was that she didn't need to let go of Geralt to help herself along. Her hand spread on that blanket in a sharp, quick movement and she shivered hard beneath him.

"Saints," she gasped out, eyes closed tightly for a moment as she tightened around him, as she came, trembling, beneath him. It was delicious to feel him this way, to feel this bodily close.

Geralt followed her down, hips snapping against her as her shudder beneath his body brought him to completion. He wrapped his mouth around the mark he'd left on her shoulder, sucking it gently, before his hips slowed, his breathing steadied.

He kept his focus on Nina, even though his eyes, usually thin slits, were filled with black, strangely glittering pupils. He dropped kisses along her chest and breasts, before licking her wound in a slow swipe, like a grooming cat might. Geralt didn't want it to hurt, and the act would, actually, help. Though Nina could obviously take care of herself.

It was already starting to grow cold around them. Geralt gave a deeply satisfied groan, before very gently sliding out of Nina and falling down beside her, tossing the spare blanket over their torsos.

"That was nice," he said. He was smiling.

Nina held him tight, finger pushed into Geralt's hair as he ensured her shoulder would bruise. A last, soft moan escaped her when she felt him finish; there was no risk, so it didn't occur to her to worry. Geralt was sterile, he said, and even if he wasn't: Nina was a Heartrender.

She sank down, her fingers slowly relaxing their hold as she tried to catch her breath. A little grin, satisfied and tired, curved her lips as Geralt rained kisses down on her flushed skin.

As he pulled away, she drew her legs together and stretched as he threw the other blanket over them. She was glad that she had mentioned bringing more than one.

"Nice, huh?" she teased as she twisted onto her side to face him. She could feel the bruise on her neck, neatly in the shape of Geralt's mouth. She didn't bother with it. She wanted it there. "I'll have to up my game."

But she was only teasing, and she was a little lost in his smile. Nina leaned close to kiss it, to kiss him.

"Not much of a poet." He was apologetic, but amused. Geralt knew where his best qualities lay, and knowing how to talk about his emotions wasn't one of those areas. But he also knew Nina didn't need to hear his words to confirm how he was feeling.

He kissed her back, chasing after the sweet taste of her mouth.Leaning against her side, he reached across her for the bottle of wine again.

"Glad you liked it too. Nice to know I haven't finally soured with age."

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