She'd been so aware of the chill of creeping night before; she'd been thinking about getting the blanket out of her bag. But by the time she was straddling Geralt's lap it seemed like an easy thing to forget. She felt nothing but warmth, aware of every place their bodies touched.
Saints, it wasn't fair how much he excited her.
Nina pushed her knees into the grass so she could press closer against Geralt.
"I don't want you to stop," she said, her own voice low and wanting. She trusted the look in his eyes, trusted that he would never hurt her. A smile curved her lips. "Just don't tear this dress. I like it."
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Date: 2017-09-22 12:56 am (UTC)Saints, it wasn't fair how much he excited her.
Nina pushed her knees into the grass so she could press closer against Geralt.
"I don't want you to stop," she said, her own voice low and wanting. She trusted the look in his eyes, trusted that he would never hurt her. A smile curved her lips. "Just don't tear this dress. I like it."