Geralt kissed her. He couldn't keep himself from doing so, not when every cell of his body felt wound tight. He'd wanted to eat her up since the moment she arrived and he caught the smell of sandalwood from her hair, the look of her skin in the firelight.
It was a strong kiss, his tongue searching into her mouth, though his teeth were careful of hurting her. He didn't trust them, not the way he was.
Geralt lifted her arm, slid the fabric of her cardigan up. He moved his mouth down it, from the inside of her elbow to her wrist, where he licked, kissed, until he knew he felt her start to shiver from the touch and not the cold of eveningfall under the cover of trees.
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Date: 2017-09-21 11:01 pm (UTC)It was a strong kiss, his tongue searching into her mouth, though his teeth were careful of hurting her. He didn't trust them, not the way he was.
Geralt lifted her arm, slid the fabric of her cardigan up. He moved his mouth down it, from the inside of her elbow to her wrist, where he licked, kissed, until he knew he felt her start to shiver from the touch and not the cold of eveningfall under the cover of trees.