He felt her skin prickle under his fingers, and then settle again, beneath his touch. With her dress lifted over her head, Geralt gave a grunt and lifted both of them from where he sat to drop them onto his makeshift camp bed, a pile of quilts and furs on the top of a pile of dried, shredded grass.
Geralt mouthed at Nina's hip, tracing the soft way the bone of it stuck out just enough when she was on her back. His teeth tugged at the lace band of her dark underwear.
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Date: 2017-09-22 01:22 am (UTC)Geralt mouthed at Nina's hip, tracing the soft way the bone of it stuck out just enough when she was on her back. His teeth tugged at the lace band of her dark underwear.
"You're so soft."