every_blossom_blooming | 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.

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Nina chewed thoughtfully, seeming to consider their options very carefully.

"Well, I can think of a few possibilities. At least two of them involve me naked at some point. And I have some good port that a client gave me. Sadly, no champagne."

She took another, small bite of food, and tried to keep her eyes wide and innocent.

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At the thought, Geralt swept from the chair and gathered Nina onto the cradle of his hips. He made a familiar trajectory toward hr bedroom with a playful growl

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Nina couldn't help it: she squealed a noise when she found herself, rather suddenly, swept up into Geralt's arms and carried toward the bedroom.

"But you didn't even hear about the option with the melted chocolate!" she managed to laugh out, too delighted to sound serious. She cradled Geralt's face and kissed him, sweet and eager and warm.

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"Don't care," he murmured. Geralt dumped Nina on her bed and climbed on top of her, trailing his mouth over the hollow of her pale throat.

"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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As soon as he was on her, Nina pulled at Geralt's layers, even as he tried to kiss every inch of skin he could find. Nina squirmed, just a bit, trying to undo the ties holding her skirt on without hitting Geralt.

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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Geralt lifted her hips, tugging her skirt from around her legs. He lifted one, stroked a hand over the soft skin of her calf. He gave a long swipe of his tongue to the delicate arch of her foot. Geralt loved every part of Nina.

"I've heard otherwise."

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Nina squeaked a laugh and she couldn't help the way her leg jerked; Geralt's tongue tickled. While he loving lavished attention on her legs, Nina managed to get her blouse off, tossing it somewhere to join her skirt.

"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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From between Nina's thighs, Geralt chuckled.

"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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Nina shivered and stretched her arms over her head for a moment, luxuriating in how good she felt, even just then. She could hurry herself along, but she never needed to with Geralt.

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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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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"Oh is that it? I was thinking you weren't his."

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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Geralt felt his pulse quicken under Nina's skilled touch. Labile pupils shifted in his yellow eyes, a helpless response, his chest flushed. Nina received a look of frustrated amusement in return.

"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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"Lucky me, only the royals get grand portraits done. Lucky you."

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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"Some women prefer me that way."

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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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.

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"True."

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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"And is often rewarded," she cooed. She tried to keep out of his way without actually moving far. Once he was bare to the knees, she slid her thigh against him.

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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The skin of her thigh was impossibly soft, it was warm pressed against him, and yet he shivered deliciously, his back prickling with pleasure and anticipation.

"Have I mentioned I love that thing you do?"

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"Maybe once or twice, now that I mostly use it for healing and tantalizing instead of crippling."

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 would never be afraid of Nina, not because of her ability to rend and control bodies. Nina had power, and Geralt, in his atheism and infinite insolence, didn't fear power. Only loss.

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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A sweet sigh escaped at the gentle scrape of his teeth. It made her arch toward him and she pushed a hand into his hair, fingers tangling.

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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Geralt grunted, distracted by the aching feel of her thighs pressed around him.

"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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"Yes," she answered, breathless and bright. "Was I being too subtle?" she teased.

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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Their coupling was s it always was; slow, sweet, creative, careless. Nina had enthusiasm and charm, Geralt attentiveness and experience. They both had the desire to linger as long as possible after, soaking in oxytocin, sweat and hair mingled on the pillows.

Geralt sighed, content and comfortable against Nina's side.

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Sex with Geralt was easy, effortless; they both had stamina and the will to please each other, and by the time they finished, Nina felt like she could just lay in bed and luxuriate for hours.

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.