Nina's breath escaped in a little huff when her back hit the camp bed. She could smell the leather and fur and sweet grass, and she liked it.

But she didn't have a lot of time to think about how much she liked the scent as Geralt's mouth, hot and perfect, traced kisses across her hip. She squirmed at the light scrape of his teeth.

"I work very hard on that," she quipped, a grin lighting her face. It was nice to hear the appreciation in his voice.