[It seems simpler than it really is, to twist a hand in to her damp, dark hair and cup the back of her neck as he takes her mouth. As he groans in to the next kiss, and the one after that. Devouring her lips with ever-deepening kisses until his own mouth tingles with it.
Yennefer.
Soft skin underneath his fingertips after slipping underneath her dress, the fabric ghosting against the back of his hand and then that is swallowed, overpowered by the hunger of her.
She doesn't shy away, pushing herself against him as if she didn't want to be anywhere else. Aleksander is a realist, or so he tells himself in the dark, this isn't absolution.
This isn't salvation or something edged in gilded letters and shining like hope on the horizon. It's her mouth on his; her skin, her hair, her. He doesn't know what face she sees in the darkness around them, but all he sees is her- standing in a meadow, hands splayed and chaos spiraling from curling fingers. Her pretty black dress and the wind playing with the ends of her dark hair.
It's the flash of purple eyes just before she unleashed her power on E-23b, stepping through the fighting like something out of a fairy-tale. Cautionary tales disguised as harmless stories.]
I want to see you.
[As he mouths eager kisses down her neck, pressing close until he picks her up to crush her against his chest.]
No slapping, tho-- damaged people being soft.... for now.
Yennefer.
Soft skin underneath his fingertips after slipping underneath her dress, the fabric ghosting against the back of his hand and then that is swallowed, overpowered by the hunger of her.
She doesn't shy away, pushing herself against him as if she didn't want to be anywhere else. Aleksander is a realist, or so he tells himself in the dark, this isn't absolution.
This isn't salvation or something edged in gilded letters and shining like hope on the horizon. It's her mouth on his; her skin, her hair, her. He doesn't know what face she sees in the darkness around them, but all he sees is her- standing in a meadow, hands splayed and chaos spiraling from curling fingers. Her pretty black dress and the wind playing with the ends of her dark hair.
It's the flash of purple eyes just before she unleashed her power on E-23b, stepping through the fighting like something out of a fairy-tale. Cautionary tales disguised as harmless stories.]
I want to see you.
[As he mouths eager kisses down her neck, pressing close until he picks her up to crush her against his chest.]