She lifted her eyebrows, coy to the last. She tried little things, learning what he might like best, paying close attention to even the subtlest changes in his pulse, in the flicker of his pupils.
Nina could hear the faint groan of the log when Geralt dug his fingers against it; she'd take it as a compliment, and she wondered, faintly, what it would feel like to have him gripping her thighs.
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Date: 2017-09-22 05:26 am (UTC)She lifted her eyebrows, coy to the last. She tried little things, learning what he might like best, paying close attention to even the subtlest changes in his pulse, in the flicker of his pupils.
Nina could hear the faint groan of the log when Geralt dug his fingers against it; she'd take it as a compliment, and she wondered, faintly, what it would feel like to have him gripping her thighs.