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Send me a for a New Year’s Eve kiss
❃~
It wasn’t often that Triss got to spend any sort of holiday with her favorite Witcher - so many fun traditions she’d never had a chance to share with him. So it was that, when she found herself on the verge of starting the new year with Geralt even in the same room as her, an opportunity was taken. After all, when she wanted something, she did what she could to get it.
He’d find himself taken by the collar, another arm wrapped around the back of his neck to be used as leverage - either to pull him down, or pull herself up. Soft lips met his in a firm kiss that lasted the end of the year and into the next. Only once she was satisfied did Triss pull back, a smug grin given to her partner.
“I think it’s going to be a good year.”
ofrxvia:
Her laughter was infectious, the smile on the Witcher’s lips growing wider while her touch settled upon him. The weight of her arm around his shoulders and the gentle press of her touch upon his chest echoed through him in a way he rather enjoyed. That arm around her waist remained, the other gently trailing up her side as if urging her to get closer. The request for a hint brought another chuckle from the Witcher, those golden eyes of his dancing with mirth as he held her gaze, feeling her pull his collar to bring them closer, yet doing nothing with the action as of yet. “As are you.” He teased in response, feeling her digits pulling at his armor gentle. There was no rush in this, no urgency behind her touch. Geralt’s touch might be eager, he always was when it came to such things. A lack of frequency could induce such eagerness, but he was not rushing through it. No, he savored her touch upon him and took his time returning it. The Witcher leaned in just a bit more, pulling her closer so that the tips of their noses touched together, the warmth of breath sure to caress her lips this close. “I’ll try not to tear anything off.” He spoke in a heated whisper, though it was another tease, more a joke. They both knew his impatience could lead to ruined clothing.
❃~
Triss wasn’t going to openly admit to the flutter in her chest as he leaned down, the flush of warm anticipation at his touch even through layers of fabric - though it softened her smile for him. The fact he was taking his time, engaging in the game, spoke volumes to the sorceress. She savored their embrace, even as clothed as they were - though it likely wouldn’t last long. Not with how either of them could be when they wanted something.
“You know better than to make promises you can’t keep, Geralt.” She countered, clearly a soft goad. Grin widening, Triss leaned up just enough their lips oh so gently brushed together as she spoke again. “I’m not wearing anything I would mind being ruined.”
It was, perhaps, a subtle invitation, but an invitation nonetheless. Or perhaps bait - would the Wolf take it?
ofrxvia:
The smugness in her visage was certainly amusing, and it was certainly earned. She knew why he was calling her closer, and it was only going to lead to more entertainment for them this night. Golden eyes danced as she approached, hips swaying back and forth in a way that she had to know would draw his attention. Of course, she knew, she wouldn’t move like that otherwise. She didn’t normally walk with such an eye-catching sway! The Witcher could only smile as he watched her, though she decided to stop just inches from pressing against him.
Her question provoked subtle laughter from him, lips curling into a smile as his hands settled on the hips she was just showing off so intentionally. He pulled her closer, forcing her to close the distance between them so she was pressed against him. His smile grew all the wider at this, the warmth of her radiating into him the moment they touched. “You tell me~” He cooed for her, leaning down so his breath ghosted against her lips, teasing her as she teased him, though in a bit of a different way.
❃~
A lilting laugh escaped as he pulled her close to him, and she reaches up to drape one arm around his shoulders, while the other hand rested on his chest. Her grin only widens at his own tease. “Mmm. I might need a hint~” She purrs in return, tugging down on his collar while leaning up as to close the distance into a kiss. It, like her, is a confidently gentle thing - Triss knew that he wouldn’t engage in this game if he didn’t want to.
“You’re a bit over-dressed for me to be certain.” The comment is, again, teasing, fingers dancing down his chest and tugging playfully at his clothing. There was no real rush behind the contact. They had all night, and the sorceress would much rather take her time and enjoy things while she could. If she knew him half as well as she thought she did, Triss was certain Geralt wouldn’t mind, either.
Send me a for a New Year's Eve kiss
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[[ Part of the delay is that, honestly, I need to remake Rosalina’s icons, heh, now that I have a more suitable look for her~
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“Magic takes its toll, but I’ll be all right.”
Indie Triss Merigold of the Witcher series.
“Is there some way I may be of aid, friend?“
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Triss was hardly the subtle one. Everything she did seemed to be displayed easily to see, and he had never taken that for granted. He didn’t know why he expected anything less when it came to something like this. The way she looked at him was enough to set any man ablaze, and even Geralt wasn’t immune. Golden eyes drank her in as her teeth worried her bottom lip, enjoying the sultry look it was giving her. A smile curled his lips, unable to help himself as she shifted from that sultry smile, into that look. It was something that a blind man could feel. Geralt’s reaction? Well, the moment his brain wasn’t so fuzzed by the simple look she gave him, he inclined his head, those golden eyes holding with hers. Just as she had said nothing, so did he. All he did, was crook his finger, beckoning her closer. She might have him under her spell, but if that look meant anything, she might not mind closing the distance herself.
❃~
A touch of victorious smugness flickers into her eyes as he motioned for her closer, and there’s a tilting away of her head, a playful motion as though considering cooperating. Still, her hips swayed as she closed the distance between them. Well, most of it. Any closer and he’d feel her against him, but she was only just far enough away.
There was a challenging smirk on her lips now, daring him to take what he wanted before she slipped away. And she just might. The vixen was fond of teasing him, and having been separated for a long while hadn’t diminished that in the slightest.
“Did you miss me?”
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Indie Triss Merigold of the Witcher series.
“Is there some way I may be of aid, friend?“
Rosalina, an OC based in the Witcher series.
