I could never- [A hushed whisper against the soft shell of her ear, as he rubs his face against hers. The contrast of softness against his coarse beard as he noses his way along hair. To inhale the scent of her, to feel her everywhere] mistake you for anyone else.

[You are not alone, Yennefer had said. A brief moment of breathlessness for him as he had stared at her, disbelief and want warring on his tongue before he had slipped it in to the back of his mind. Something to remember as the missions took their toll, as the suffering kept coming.]

I want to see you, when I kiss every inch of your body. [how her skin would glisten, her cheeks flush and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her usually neutral expression twist in to something softer, as he pressed passionate kisses against her warm skin.] Every hitch of your breath- every little sigh, Yennefer.