Her fingers were deft, quick; this was far from the first time she'd wrestled him out of clothes. Full armor was the worst, so at least he hadn't been on the job - or at least, not a difficult one.

She sat up more, scooted closer so that she could kiss Geralt while she worked. As soon as she could, she pushed leather and fabric out of her way and curled her fingers around his cock, stroking slowly.

"I haven't changed the cases yet. And when I do, you'll complain they don't smell like my hair anymore." She grinned against his mouth.