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every_blossom_blooming) wrote2018-05-06 07:23 pm
every_blossom_blooming) wrote2018-05-06 07:23 pm
Sometime in December
After winter's first real bitter snap, Nina was pleased to find Geralt of Rivia spending more time in the city, either in his own apartment or hers. She'd made it clear that he was welcome to stay with her as often and as long as he wanted. She lived on the top floor, which meant no noise from above, and she kept a comfortable home these days. She gave him a key and left the invitation open.
She'd been looking for jobs for a few months; maybe she was being too picky. She helped Geralt when he had jobs that she could be useful for, and she'd started a small side business doing tailoring and "aura calming." She didn't have Genya's talent for it, but she had some skill, especially since Inej started helping her find things to include in her tailoring kit to make the things she needed.
She did most of her work out of her apartment, which meant that some days she had clients leaving or getting work done when Geralt came in from the woods.
"The effects will fade in a week," she warned the middle-aged man that had been sitting at her kitchen table. "Likely the hair first, then skin, then the eyes. If you want it to last longer, you'll have to come for touch-ups."
Nina ushered him to the door and winked at Geralt when she saw him come in.
She'd been looking for jobs for a few months; maybe she was being too picky. She helped Geralt when he had jobs that she could be useful for, and she'd started a small side business doing tailoring and "aura calming." She didn't have Genya's talent for it, but she had some skill, especially since Inej started helping her find things to include in her tailoring kit to make the things she needed.
She did most of her work out of her apartment, which meant that some days she had clients leaving or getting work done when Geralt came in from the woods.
"The effects will fade in a week," she warned the middle-aged man that had been sitting at her kitchen table. "Likely the hair first, then skin, then the eyes. If you want it to last longer, you'll have to come for touch-ups."
Nina ushered him to the door and winked at Geralt when she saw him come in.
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"Like you better."
He worked the hem of her shirt up over her stomach, to the bottom of her bra. He kissed every freckle he found there.
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Every brush of his mouth sent warmth cascading through her like a promise. He never hesitated, had never been disgusted by her.
"Always so charming," she laughed, breathless as she managed to get the skirt loose. She gave an ineffective tug to try to get it out from under her, then gave up. She was far more interested in hauling Geralt up for another proper kiss.
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"I've heard otherwise."
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"Well, they're wrong," she said, softer and more breathless when she felt his mouth on her thigh. "Unless you've been asking kelpies and-- and incubi for feedback."
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"As you might imagine, we're actually popular with succubi and incubi. We don't hunt sentient beings. And they feed on sexual energy."
He rested her leg on his shoulder so that he could deftly tug at the fastens on his studded doublet. He rubbed his beard against her thigh gently, promising.
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The scrape of his beard made her smile.
"Mm, but you still needed me," she teased, remembering the first time she'd helped him in the field, luring an incubus. She reached down to stroke his beard as he worked on getting his doublet off. "Winter has you so layered up, love. I thought summer was bad enough."
Geralt had always been in no less than two shirts - and at least on two occasions he'd given his top layer to her, once while she was in torn teal chiffon, and the next during an unexpected blizzard. She swore winter saw that doubled.
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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.
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She caught his blouse and maybe she held it to her face a moment, breathed him in, before she tucked it beneath her head. Maybe she'd steal it.
Nina lolled her head to get a better look at him, enjoying the soft look on his face. She'd always indulged in feminine things, even during the harder courses of training in the Little Palace, or when she barely had to sticks to rub together in Ketterdam. She hadn't stopped in Darrow, with a propensity for lacy underthings - rich, vivid red today. Geralt certainly never seemed to mind.
"Should I stay very still so you can admire me?" she asked, even as she reached toward him a little and found his pulse, curled her fingers to quicken it. Just a little.
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"No. That's what flattering paintings are for. I've got a warm body in fot of me. A nice one."
He stroked both hands up her legs, hooking his thumbs on the waist of her panties.
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Nina lifted her hips as his fingers slipped beneath her panties, enjoying the slide of his touch down her legs, the gentle drag of the fabric.
"You're still terribly over-dressed."
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But Geralt took Nina's hands and placed them over the fstens of his leather trousers and codpiece.
He smiled.
"Your pillows still smell like your hair.*
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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.
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Geralt let out a long, low groan into hr kiss when Nina's hand finally touched his cock, already throbbing. Fumbling, he slid his trousers and smalls down to his knees.
"Your patience with me is endearing."
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Her free hand smoothed over Geralt's his shoulders, and as she spread her fingers wide she sent pleasant chills racing down his back.
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"Have I mentioned I love that thing you do?"
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Now and then she still felt a bit bad about what she had done on their first meeting, and then again back in the autumn, when she'd had the most vivid nightmare. But Geralt hadn't blamed her for it or even held it against her, even if the second time she could have killed him.
"It-- it's nice to know a man that isn't afraid of me," she confessed. Even Matthias, who had desired her and maybe even loved her, had been afraid of her. He still was.
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He kissed her throat, dragged his flat teeth over her chin. Geralt dug in his trousers, searching for a vial of sweet almond oil.
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For all his time in the woods and saints knew where else, his hair was always so damn soft. "Mm, what are you after?" she asked when she realized he was reaching for something. She squeezed his sides with her thighs, just because she could. Soft and curved as she was, she was still a soldier underneath it all.
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"Oil. Was in my pocket."
It always was, more for his equipment than Nina. But it was convenient there as well.
"You ready? You wanna?"
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His eyes were golden in the low light of her bedroom and she cradled his face for a moment, anchoring him for another kiss. "I'm ready," she murmured sweetly against his mouth. "And I want you, Geralt."
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Geralt sighed, content and comfortable against Nina's side.
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She grinned and stretched lazily before she snuggled up against Geralt, head against his shoulder.
"It's snowing," she said, a tired smile in her voice as she looked out the bedroom window.
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Kaedwen had two seasons; snow and fog.
Geralt looked his chin over Nina's shoulder, watching the snow fall ovr it. His eyes shifted to thin slits, peering deeply out into the dark.
"Not going out again tonight."
The witcher was a slugabed, given half the chance.
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She shivered at the memory and tucked against Geralt more. She smiled at the sentiment. "No, of course not. The only moving we'll be doing is either under the blankets or into a bath."
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He was teasing, mostly, and tossed the soft, thick blanket ovr Nina before carefully putting his hair back up in its tie to finish drying.
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