Geralt of Rivia (
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2018-05-24 04:23 pm (UTC)
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He wasn't my type.""
Geralt's humor was warm. The leather went, the velvet jerkin, and the white blouse beneath. He tossed it at Nina, a joke.
Then he allowed himself a long look at her, in bed, in her fancy underthings. He thought he liked her best that way, but then, healso loved her bare.
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Geralt's humor was warm. The leather went, the velvet jerkin, and the white blouse beneath. He tossed it at Nina, a joke.
Then he allowed himself a long look at her, in bed, in her fancy underthings. He thought he liked her best that way, but then, healso loved her bare.