/. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. ♡ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐌’𝐬. ↺ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐋.

“It is the best morning views you will ever get, Geralt. . .”

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

It goes both ways. Staring into those honey tones hypnotizes her.

The sorceress reached out to caress the Witcher’s face, breathing in his scent. Wondering if he could still smell the lilacs from when they first met. “When you became a Witcher did you transform like I? The rumors say otherwise, but you’re breathtaking Geralt of Rivia. . .”

The sorceress continued to caress the males face, chuckling at his commentary. “Just your hair? Hmm.” The woman smiled and leaned in. “It’s fitting. It’s you.”

Yennefer listened intently to the male, pursing her lips as he spoke, moving her hands to his broad chest. “They’re beautiful, I doubt that is what you want to hear, but they are.” A smile growing on the woman’s brims.

Yennefer’s body ached for him, scooting closer, wrapping her arms around him. “One of the many gifts a witcher possesses. That way they can protect us from the monsters that lurk in the dark.” The sorceress was teasing.

Yennefer bit into her lower lip momentarily, letting out a chuckle, still breathing in those gorgeous honey hues. “That I can. Do not underestimate me Geralt of Rivia. I might even be strong enough to take you on, Witcher.” A flush covered her face seeing him smile.

The woman pulled the male further in, nuzzling herself against him. That smirk still remaining plastered to her brims. “Oh?” The mage cocked a brow.

Feeling the strong arms snake around her the woman was breathless for a moment, moving a strand of white hair. “Vanity or bed. I still took you own though. . . But neither of us lost so say.” The woman flickered those lavender hues.

Yennefer moved her free hand to his chin, moving his cranium to focus on her, the other still draped off of his shoulder. “/Exactly/. . . Truthfully, I never want to leave this bed. There is plenty of ale and a gorgeous man in my bed. Why leave?”

Yennefer held onto the male tightly, now tracing the outline of the males lips. “It’s much better then hunting monsters in the cold. This way, we have a fire, ale, and now that you’ve said it, we could bathe together. A large tub, filled with steamy water. I’ll be kind and —

— . . . Wash you up.” The woman sighed, closing her violet eyes.

𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈.

𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈.

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Jaskier: You need a nap! Geralt … … #TheWitcher