So this bit is kinda short, but I didn’t want to just go straight into the next bit because I kinda know where it’s going, sort of! So enjoy! (ALSO just imagine this strong man in the gif above being stuck with a little clingy person on them? how cute right... i wanna be little clingy person)
Geralt stayed as still as he could, allowing the sleeping woman to remain comfortable. He sat just happily watching her steady breathing and the peaceful expression on her face for around an hour until he too began to feel sleepy. Knowing even he couldn’t sleep comfortably in this position, Geralt lifted the woman gently from his side, surprised by how quickly Y/N clung onto him in his arms. Even in her sleep Y/N was far too trusting of the man she had only met that evening.
Standing he tried to place her back on the chair they had been sat on, she was right about him not being able to sleep on the chair, so had planned to sleep in the bedroom as she had suggested, however, Y/N in her sleepy state clearly was not willing to let him go. Much as toddlers would cling to their mothers, Y/N clung onto him as she slept.
“What the fuck do I do?” Geralt whispered to himself, not wanting to risk waking the kind stranger by prying her off of him. He did his very best to try, but as he freed himself from one arm before moving to unlock her other arm, the first would cling back onto his body.
Sighing, Geralt gave up, deciding if he was going to get any sleep while he stayed here it would have to be with her clung to him. Carefully navigating his way to her room, avoiding knocking her head on any door frames. Letting himself into the room she had kindly offered him for the night, he laid himself down, laying her (still clinging to him) just by his side.
Geralt was not shy about sharing a bed with a woman, but this felt strange to him. He had not bed her prior to her falling asleep, he barely knew her, and yet here he was, laying in bed with her, her arms wrapped around him as if her life depended on it.
Again he found himself admiring her. While it felt strange to lay in bed with her, he had to admit to himself this somehow felt like one of the most natural things, her being by his as they slept. Falling asleep, her image was on his mind, his dreams filled with her.
