#trisskel

[ayymrr]

comfort

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Thank Fuck

I think i got my shit together yall! I wrote something! yay! 

shoutout to @jaskierswolf for the prompt of Trisskel on holiday - apparently my brain really liked this one! 

CW- proposal, stupid romantic shit, i really dont know what else to put here, oh this is unbetaed and all came out in like two hours so dont come for me if theres a typo lol

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Triss stood at the side of the sleek catamaran gracefully carving its way through the crystal clear waters of the Mediterranean taking in the beauty and sense of calm the sound of the waves brought her. She’d been so nervous to take a trip with Eskel, but the whole thing had been absolute paradise. He’d spoiled her the whole time, fancy restaurants, lavish villas, a dinner cruise with just the two of them, even the gorgeous linen dress he insisted she wear on the boat. She’d have chosen it anyway, but the way he laid it out and the look in his eyes as he watched her slip into it was more than enough to keep her stubbornness at bay. Almost as if summoned by her thoughts, he appeared almost out of thin air, pressing his chest to her back and wrapping his arms around her torso, only his hands didn’t grip the flesh on her hips like usual. 

She looked down to see him holding out two champagne flutes, one bright purple and one a softer pink.

“Raspberry or Peach?” he asked, humming almost directly into her ear as he proceed to place kisses on her neck and jaw. 

Fuck she could get used to this. Maybe she was already a little too used to it, but right then she didn’t care, just plucked the peach drink out of his hand and melted into his embrace, muttering a soft “thank you” before taking a sip. A sense of security like she’d never felt before washed over her as they swayed in time with the gently lapping waves and watched the sunset. Her roommates had told her she’d chosen well (Yennefer emphasizing the fact that she’d be financially set), but it felt different than every other roommate-approved choice she’d made before. Eskel was rambunctious and lively and always ready to stir up shit, but he also made her feel safe. Sure he made her feel beautiful and sexy and smart and gave her space to be independent, but she’d never been so sure of being safe around someone.

Almost reading her mind, Eskel gave her a little squeeze and whispered, “Alright there love?”

It was then Triss realized she forgot to breathe and took a deep shaky breath, “Perfect. I don't think anything could make it better.”

Eskel leaned to the side, giving her a sly grin and brushing her braids behind her ear, “Sure? Nothing?”

Narrowing her eyes, Triss turned to face him, fixing the collar to his crisp white button-up even if it didn’t need fixing and giving him an accusatory quirk of her brow, “Why? What did you plan?”

Plucking the drink from her hand and setting both on the table next to them, Eskel took both her hands in his, kissing her knuckles and spending a little time lingering on the last kiss to her ring finger, “I love you. You know that? An unreasonable amount if I’m honest.”

“I do,” Triss laughed, “You tell me every day.”

He winked, “And I haven’t run you off yet.”

“No,” Triss sighed, taking one of her hands back to cup his jaw and run her thumb over the scars on his cheek, “I love you too much for that.” 

“Well thank fuck. That’s going to make this a lot easier,” he breathed, sounding to Triss a lot like when he would try to play off something heavy as a joke and she frowned at his words. He didn’t give her time to get a word in before he kissed her, quick but passionate, and stood back with a slightly wild look in his eye. Triss almost asked if he was okay, but then he moved. 

He reached into his pocket as he knelt down and all the air seemed to be sucked from Triss’ lungs. The shock must have shown on her face because he just grinned up at her for a moment, flicking a stray curl from his eyes. 

“You’re not.” Triss breathed, one hand coming to her chest and the other covering her mouth as her knees suddenly felt weak and tears welled in her eyes. 

“Watch me,” Eskel challenged before holding out the tiny deep green velvet box and popping it open, “Triss Elaina Merigold,” he had to pause to take a breath and Triss thought she might collapse with the anticipation, “Will you marry me?”

When the words finally hit her, the dam broke and she couldn’t keep from crying as she nodded, “Mhm! Yes! Yeah, get it on my finger.”

“Really?” Eskel asked without making a move, a genuine tone of disbelief and wonder cutting under the excitement in his voice.

“Yes! Really!” Triss laughed as she fell to her knees with him and held out her shaking hand.

She didn’t even stop to look at the ring now settled on her finger before pulling her new fiance into a desperate kiss. Nothing at all mattered but him, the way his hand balled into a fist over the small of her back, how he so gently cradled her neck, the slight hint of chambord and champagne on his lips. She wanted to commit absolutely every detail to memory. 

When they were forced to part for oxygen, Eskel chuckled in disbelief, eyes still closed as he pressed their foreheads together, “You said yes…”

“Mhm,” Triss hummed, biting her lip to fight the massive smile that just wouldn’t stop, “Now you can’t get rid of me.” 

Eskel pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling back with the biggest goofiest grin, “Thank fuck for that.” 

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Thinking about Trisskel not in a "We're actually sexually compatible/attracted to each other/in love" way but in a "We're similar versions of fucked up and traumatized/so incredibly lonely/ wouldn't it be nice to be touched with kindness and have someone there to hold you when you wake screaming?" Kind of way

[jaskierswolf]

Guessed who this is yet? Have another: Triss likes to grown plants in her garden that are perfect to make flower crowns. It's all lovely until a certain goat comes along and eats the flowers. And a very apologetic Eskel comes along.

Ahh lil bleater! And some Trisskel maybe on the side 🥰 I love plant mum Triss so much! This headcanon could come straight out of my firefighter!Geralt/teacher!Jaskier AU and I love it!

[samstree]

Triss: I'm so happy I could kiss you!

Eskel: Neat.

-later-

Eskel: I can't believe I said neat. Who says neat anymore? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyway because I'm a huge loser!

Geralt: Hey, don't worry about it. Remember what happened when Jaskier confessed his love to me?

Eskel: Didn't you thank him?

Geralt: I thanked him.

[bamf-jaskier]

Who the Fuck is Eskel?

If you have ever gone on The Witcher tag on Tumblr, I’m sure you’ve seen dozens of blogs dedicated to this guy named Eskel and for people who have just seen the show you might be wondering - who the fuck is this guy? 

Hi, I’m Aaliyah, and this is Part 5 of my WTF Series - a crash course in subjects from The Witcher Books. 

Post under the cut

Let’s jump in by talking about what books Eskel is in. He’s only mentioned in one line in The Last Wish, The Tower of Swallows and The Time of Contempt. He has a flashback scene in Lady of the Lake and the only book where he plays a heavy role in is Blood of Elves. 

For all you Eskel Stans out there, this is good news, because it looks like S2 of the show is going to be taking some cues from Blood of Elves and we do know Eskel is going to be appearing so these scenes might be showing up in some form or another in the show. 

We first meet Eskel in Blood of Elves when Geralt is first bringing Ciri to the keep:

“Who comes?” Ciri heard a menacing, metallic voice which sounded like a dog’s bark. “Geralt?”

“Yes, Eskel. It’s me.”

“Come in.”

The witcher dismounted, took Ciri from the saddle, stood her on the ground and pressed a bundle into her little hands which she grabbed tightly, only regretting that it was too small for her to hide behind completely.

“Wait here with Eskel,” he said. “I’ll take Roach to the stables.”

“Come into the light, laddie,” growled the man called Eskel. “Don’t lurk in the dark.”

Ciri looked up into his face and barely restrained her frightened scream. He wasn’t human. Although he stood on two legs, although he smelled of sweat and smoke, although he wore ordinary human clothes, he was not human. No human can have a face like that, she thought.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” repeated Eskel.

She didn’t move. In the darkness she heard the clatter of Roach’s horseshoes grow fainter. Something soft and squeaking ran over her foot. She jumped. “Don’t loiter in the dark, or the rats will eat your boots.”

Still clinging to her bundle Ciri moved briskly towards the light. The rats bolted out from beneath her feet with a squeak. Eskel leaned over, took the package from her and pulled back her hood.

“A plague on it,” he muttered. “A girl. That’s all we need.”

She glanced at him, frightened. Eskel was smiling. She saw that he was human after all, that he had an entirely human face, deformed by a long, ugly, semi-circular scar running from the corner of his mouth across the length of his cheek up to the ear.

“Since you’re here, welcome to Kaer Morhen,” he said. “What do they call you?”

“Ciri,” Geralt replied for her, silently emerging from the darkness. Eskel turned around. Suddenly, quickly, wordlessly, the witchers fell into each other’s arms and wound their shoulders around each other tight and hard. For one brief moment.

“Wolf, you’re alive.”

“I am.”

“All right.” Eskel took a torch from its bracket. “Come on. I’m closing the inner gates to stop the heat escaping.”

Couple things here. First, for all the game fans out there, Eskel’s scar in the books is VERY different. It’s not the lightening-like claw marks that go over his eye but instead it goes from the corner of his mouth to his ear. This is interesting because it really parallels in my mind Ciri’s scar she gets later on that extends from under her eye to her ear. 

Also, the little reunion between Geralt and Eskel, so sweet. The line about Eskel in Last Wish establishes that they were close friends so here is the snippet just to give more backstory to the two of them: 

“Once, years ago, when a little snot-faced brat following his studies in Kaer Morhen, the Witchers’ Settlement, he and a friend, Eskel, had captured a huge forest bumblebee and tied it to a jug with a thread. They were in fits of laughter watching the antics of the tied bumblebee, until Vesemir, their tutor, caught them at it and tanned their hides with a leather strap.”

Childhood friends and brothers is just so damn great. Actually, speaking of brothers, it is stated in Blood of Elves that Geralt and Eskel actually look very similar and are often mistaken for brothers such as in this scene from Triss’s POV. 

Eskel stood next to Geralt, resembling the Wolf like a brother apart from the colour of his hair and the long scar which disfigured his cheek. And the youngest of the Kaer Morhen witchers, Lambert, was there with his usual ugly, mocking expression. Vesemir was not there.

“Welcome and come in,” said Eskel. “It is as cold and blustery as if someone has hung themselves. Ciri, where are you off to? The invitation does not apply to you. The sun is still high, even if it is obscured. You can still train.”

“Hey.” The Enchantress tossed her hair. “Politeness comes cheap in Witchers’ Keep now, I see. Ciri was the first to greet me, and brought me to the castle. She ought to keep me company—”

This really interests me because Ciri is very young child when she meets Eskel and she is very terrified of him and intimidated. Which makes sense, she is very traumatized. But, when Triss meets Eskel she only makes a short note of his scar and focuses more on his resemblance to Geralt and commenting on the lack of politeness. It just goes to show how different characters perceive people differently. A child’s perspective of a warrior is not going to be the same as a Mage’s. 

“You didn’t even know.” She nodded in what was now a calm, concerned and gentle reproach. “You’re pathetic guardians. She’s ashamed to tell you because she was taught not to mention such complaints to men. And she’s ashamed of the weakness, the pain and the fact that she is less fit. Has any one of you thought about that? Taken any interest in it? Or tried to guess what might be the matter with her? Maybe her very first bleed happened here, in Kaer Morhen? And she cried to herself at night, unable to find any sympathy, consolation or even understanding from anyone? Has any one of you given it any thought whatsoever?”

“Stop it, Triss,” moaned Geralt quietly. “That’s enough. You’ve achieved what you wanted. And maybe even more.”

“The devil take it,” cursed Coën. “We’ve turned out to be right idiots, there’s no two ways about it, eh, Vesemir, and you—”

“Silence,” growled the old witcher. “Not a word.”

It was Eskel’s behaviour which was most unlikely; he got up, approached the enchantress, bent down low, took her hand and kissed it respectfully. She swiftly withdrew her hand. Not so as to demonstrate her anger and annoyance but to break the pleasant, piercing vibration triggered by the witcher’s touch. Eskel emanated powerfully. More powerfully than Geralt.

“Triss,” he said, rubbing the hideous scar on his cheek with embarrassment, “help us. We ask you. Help us, Triss.”

Now, if you can’t tell, Triss’ favorite is Eskel. This scene is also implies that Eskel is more magically powerful than Geralt which Is very interesting. But Triss is an Eskel stan, in fact a couple lines later Triss thinks to herself: 

Vesemir hawked again. But Eskel, dear Eskel, kept his head and once more behaved as was fitting.

“Of course,” he said casually, smiling. “We understand and clearly we will postpone your exercises until your indisposition has passed. We will also cut the theory short and, if you feel unwell, we will put it aside for the time being, too. If you need any medication or—”

Eskel definitely has the older sibling energy where he ends up in charge sometimes and knows how to keep a cool head. He’s also the most aware of societal norms of behavior which is why Triss likes his so much. She really respects people who know how to move in society. 

There’s also this scene in Blood of Elves where Eskel is drinking and offers Triss some:

“White Seagull.”

“What?”

“A mild remedy,” Eskel smiled, “for pleasant dreams.”

“Damn it! A witcher hallucinogenic? That’s why your eyes shine like that in the evenings!”

“White Seagull is very gentle. It’s Black Seagull that is hallucinogenic.”

“If there’s magic in this liquid I’m not allowed to take it!”

“Exclusively natural ingredients,” Geralt reassured her but he looked, she noticed, disconcerted. He was clearly afraid she would question them about the elixir’s ingredients. “And diluted with a great deal of water. We would not offer you anything that could harm you.”

I think it’s very funny how secret The Witcher keeps all their potions and elixirs. Whether it’s mushrooms or potions, they gotta keep those secret drugs locked down tight. Also the fact that Eskel is the fantasy equivalent of high every night? Love that for him.  

Eskel really is the peace-maker of the group. He’s not a push-over by any means but he is definitely more willing to play along that any of the others. When Triss is talking at night, Eskel is really the only one listening and engaging, even if it’s very half-hearted. 

In the evenings, consistently and determinedly, Triss guided the long conversations held in the dark hall, lit only by the bursts of flames in the great hearth, towards politics. The witchers’ reactions were always the same. Geralt, a hand on his forehead, did not say a word. 

Vesemir nodded, from time to time throwing in comments which amounted to little more than that “in his day” everything had been better, more logical, more honest and healthier. 

Eskel pretended to be polite, and neither smiled nor made eye contact, and even managed, very occasionally, to be interested in some issue or question of little importance. Coën yawned openly and looked at the ceiling, and Lambert did nothing to hide his disdain.

And he is really the only sort-of listener to Triss’ stories and retellings of events: 

This time it was Triss who began to yawn and stare at the ceiling. This time she was the one who remained silent – until Eskel turned to her with a question. A question which she had anticipated.

“And what is it really like in the south, on the Yaruga? Is it worth going there? We wouldn’t like to find ourselves in the middle of any trouble.”

“What do you mean by trouble?”

“Well, you know…” he stammered, “you keep telling us about the possibility of a new war… About constant fighting on the borders, about rebellions in the lands invaded by Nilfgaard. You said they’re saying the Nilfgaardians might cross the Yaruga again—”

“So what?” said Lambert. “They’ve been hitting, killing and striking against each other constantly for hundreds of years. It’s nothing to worry about. I’ve already decided – I’m going to the far South, to Sodden, Mahakam and Angren. It’s well known that monsters abound wherever armies have passed. The most money is always made in places like that.”

“True,” Coën acknowledged. “The neighbourhood grows deserted, only women who can’t fend for themselves remain in the villages… scores of children with no home or care, roaming around… Easy prey attracts monsters.”

“And the lord barons and village elders,” added Eskel, “have their heads full of the war and don’t have the time to defend their subjects. They have to hire us. It’s true. But from what Triss has been telling us all these evenings, it seems the conflict with Nilfgaard is more serious than that, not just some local little war. Is that right, Triss?”

Once more, Eskel is the peace-maker of the conversation and he brings it back around to what Triss originally said and also points to her expertise. Basically, Eskel is not really a fan of verbal conflict. 

This is actually the last line we see Eskel in a scene outside of the flashback in Lady of the Lake. After this, Triss, Geralt and Ciri head off. It is important to note that near the end of Blood of Elves Ciri says this about Yennefer:

The lady magician knew a surprising amount about a witcher’s sword and “dance.” She knew a great deal about the secrets of Kaer Morhen; there was no doubt she had visited the Keep. She knew Vesemir and Eskel. Although not Lambert and Coën.

Yennefer used to visit Kaer Morhen. Ciri guessed why – when they spoke of the Keep – the eyes of the enchantress grew warm, lost their angry gleam and their cold, indifferent, wise depth. If the words had befitted Yennefer’s person, Ciri would have called her dreamy, lost in memories.

So clearly Yennefer is also friendly with Eskel and knows him. I love the idea that Yennefer regularly visited Kaer Morhen before Ciri came into Geralt’s care and I would literally cry if they did a flashback sequence in S2 of Yennefer visiting Geralt in Kaer Morhen. 

The flashback sequence in Lady of the Lake with Eskel goes like this: 

The fire in the huge fireplace went out. A gust of wind from the mountains whistled through the crevices of the walls and screamed through the improperly closed shutters of Kaer Morhen, Home of the Witchers.

“Damn it!” Eskel said, standing up and going to the cupboard. “Seagull or vodka?”

“Vodka,” Geralt and Coen said with one voice.

“Sure,” interjected Vesemir, hidden in the shadows, “Yes, of course! Drown your stupidity in vodka. Damn fools!”

“It was an accident…” muttered Lambert. “She had already mastered the comb…”

“Shut your big mouth, you idiot! I don’t want to hear any more! I warned you, if something happened to that little girl…”

“Enough,” Coen interrupted him, softly. “She sleeps peacefully. Deep and healthy. She will wake up a bit sore, but that’s it. About the trance, and what happened, she will not even remember it.”

“As long as you remember,” said Vesemir, panting angrily. “Cabbage heads! Pour for me too, Eskel.”

They were silent for a long time, listening intently to the howling gale.

“We will need to call someone,” Eskel finally said. “We will need to bring a sorcerer here. What is happening to the girl, it is not normal.”

Eskel is one of The Witcher who really pushes to call Triss in order to help with Ciri’s trances. Also, once again this guy is hitting the drinks. 

So yeah! That’s Eskel in the books. Based on how in the non-canon wedding short Asaps wrote where he ended up having Triss and Eskel get together, I think his hints of them having a connection in the books is very intentional and if The Witcher wasn’t such a god damn tragedy and Triss wasn’t mooning over Geralt, I’m willing to bet they would have gotten together at some point. 

Eskel is the peace-maker of the family and is the best at recognizing the norms of “polite society” (or at least noble society) and while Ciri might have been scared of his appearance, it isn’t enough to phase Triss who is considered rather vain. In fact, she seems to respect Eskel the most out of the Witchers. Just imagine a dark-haired, scarred Geralt and BOOM, you got yourself an Eskel. 

[dapandapod]

Real housewives of Kaer Morhen

So Witcher but as Real Houswives of Kaer Morhen. Because I can’t get it out of my head. But as a headcanon thingy.

Imagine. 

(On Ao3 now because why the heck not I dont wana lose it xD)

Outside of the big town of Cintra there is block after block of fancy houses. This one is named Kaer Morhen. 

Yennefer and Geralt are married, but in the house next to theirs moves this little boytoy.

Aiden works as the blocks pool boy, and he quickly becomes Jaksiers best friend.

Eskel and Triss are having a bad marrige, struggling real hard behind the scenes, but they show nothing.

So Triss seduces Yennefer.

And Geralt is very much trying not to spy on the very cute neighbour.

Lambert is Jaskiers gardner, and he hates Aiden with a passion. Until he doesn’t.

Vesemir and Tissia live together, they are not married nor in a relationship, but they are like a foster family? They have adoptive children and children who lives with them from time to time to get support from their regular chaotic life.

Yennefer is really mad abou the children, her lawn is in danger for crying out loud. But then she meets Ciri. and she is absolutely melting for her.

Slowly, Triss and Yennefer realize that there is more than sex going on. They are falling in love with each other.

Geralt sees it. He sees his wife falling in love with Triss and out of love with him, and he is so kind about it. They have a very tough conversation and they end up splitting up. They are still friends.

It doesn’t go as well for Triss and Eskel. They have a huge blow out, yelling and screaming. Triss and Yennefer ends up moving in together, and Eskel is alone in their big house. As revenge, he buys a hoard of goats and lets them live in the garden.

The children are playing a new game; “where are the goats today”, and Eskel might be encouraging some of them to uh… move the goats to get them where they are not supposed to be.

Eskel gets offered to take care of a little one that lost her mother. She is small and weak, and he makes her sweaters and names her Lil Bleater.

But she really isn’t well, and in the middle of the night he is forced to let go of his anger and pride and he runs to Triss and Yennefer's door.

Triss opens, and Eskel is crying with the little goat in his arms, begging to see Yennefer, who used to be a vet.

She does help him, and Eskel sits in their kitchen, head in his hand, being a wreck.

But Lil bleater gets better, and in the morning she eats from the bottle she refused before. 

They are all three reluctantly somewhat friends again.

But the goats are still everywhere. Because he can.

And now Geralt is free to deal with… whatever it is he feels for the boytoy Jaskier. Lambert and Jaskier started out as having a thing, and Geralt being his closest neighbour sees them making out everywhere.

Jaskier is of course interested in Geralt from the moment he lays eyes on him, but he doesn’t seem to realize Jaskier is hitting on him.

Geralt only realizes men are allowed to love men when he sees Lambert and Jaskier kiss real tenderly the first time.

It makes him feel things he can’t really place, but he does some googling and he lears a ton of new things. After that, he starts to see that Jaskier is flirting with him, and Jaskier is absolutely delighted when Geralt gets flustered.

(at some point there is a block festival with a pride theme that Jaskier makes them arrange. Eskel makes sweaters for all the goats with all the flags. The children loves it, and it is very chaotic. Ciri especially, who is crushing hard on Cerys, Lamberts niece. (and Crach is Lamberts brother, because we can) and Geralt and Ciri are bonding because they don’t know how to deal with their crushes)

Lambert and Jaskier start out as a fling, but it becomes clear to them both that this is more or less to make someone else jealous. For Jaskier, it is to tease Geralt, to show him what he could have, now that he is single. And for Lambert, well. It is to show Aiden that… he doesn’t know what, but that will teach him. 

And Aiden keeps smirking at him knowingly, and it drives Lambert out of his mind. 

Until it drives him into the pool shed, on his knees, doing what he absolutely haven't been thinking about for months. 

Jaskier finally gets Geralt, but it is by pure accident. It was raining? And he somehow got locked out of his house, thanks to the goats most likely, and Geralt let him sleep in his house. 

Jaskiers pretty hair was sticking to his face, his fancy shirt ruined. Jaskier barely even flirted with him, but when he was warm again, dressed in one of Geralt's shirts and swept in a warm blanket on the couch, Geralt reached in and kissed him. 

It was so gentle and sweet that Jaskier ached, their eyes searched each other before they were leaning in again. They fell asleep wrapped around each other, and for the first time in a long time, Jaskier felt like someone wanted to keep him. 

At some point before Eskel and Triss breaks it off, there is a BBQ where Jaskier is big time flirting with Geralt, and Yen and Triss are sneaking off. Regis, the “head of the block” and his two wards/sons, Valdo and Detlaff are also there, stiff and in full fancy garb. Valdo hates Jaskier with a passion because of his freedom, and they might end up friends at some point?

Philippa is there too, she lives next to Regis on the outskirts of town, she works with wildlife restoration. She is very very taken with a wonderful lady no one has ever seen. 

Detlaff is a real brat and doesn’t want her noisy, smelly house in their block, but Regis is adamant she stays. The nature around them has never looked better, and that is thanks to her and the goats.

Sabrina and Istred are married, and Sabrina is the biggest Karen you have ever seen. Almost bigger than her boobs. Istred work all the time (and is smitten with Yennefer, everybody knows, and Sabrina gets sooo passive agressive around her) and is rarely home, and Sabrina is just the biggest gossip around.

Letho is the milk man.

And he loves goats...... 

:)

[elliestormfound]

Making Love

Triss and Eskel wash the dishes and Triss makes it more interesting by telling Eskel what she likes most in bed with him

Or dirty talk in the kitchen of Kaer Morhen, +18!!, 1034 words

CW: soft smut, dirty talk about penis in vagina sex 

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“You know what I really love?” Triss asked Eskel as they stood next to each other in the kitchen of Kaer Morhen. They were doing the dishes after dinner with the other wolves, who had moved on to the library, leaving them alone. Eskel was washing, Triss drying and putting away the dishes.

“No,” Eskel said, eyeing her from the side.

“What I love the most,” Triss repeated and added, “with you?”

This time Eskel turned his head fully to look at her and shook his head.

She smiled at him with a glint in her eye and he said, “hmm... let me guess...it’s not doing the dishes?” One corner of his mouth was raised in a grin.

“No,” she said, giggling, “but I don’t mind doing them, as long as it’s with you.” Eskel’s cheeks turned pink and Triss bumped her shoulder into his. Then she leaned over, so close that her lips nearly brushed his ear and whispered, “I love it when we make love.”

Eskel drew in a quick breath before he hummed, his blush deepening and his eyes darkening.

Triss went on with a satisfied smirk, “and I don’t mean fucking...don’t get me wrong, I greatly enjoy that too, of course, as well as sucking your magnificent cock or when I blindfold and tie you up like a present before I fuck you…”

Eskel’s heartbeat quickened and his pants began to feel uncomfortable tight. He stopped moving, a half-clean plate in hand. 

Triss bumped his shoulder once more and laughed. Eskel shook his head, raised his eyebrows and looked at her, but Triss just gestured to the plate in his hand and Eskel took up washing it once more.

“What I mean is,” she went on after a moment, “when we are in bed together, when it’s just us, without any toys or other partners, when there is no need to hurry, late at night or early in the morning.”

Eskel’s eyes glazed over as he too thought about these occasions. When they met during the year on the Path, they could rarely indulge in this lazy love making, but the winters at Kaer Morhen gave them plenty of opportunities. 

“I love it when you’re lying on top of me,” Triss said, “not just the comforting weight of you, but also seeing your face, your every expression…” Triss exhaled softly and a pleasant shiver ran down Eskel’s spine.

“I love it when we kiss slowly, when we don’t let ourselves be hurried by desire.” Triss' voice sounded deeper than usual, like velvet caressing Eskel’s ear. “And when I feel your cock slowly hardening, pressed against my hip.”

Triss took the finally clean plate out of Eskel’s hand to dry it. His eyes followed the slow movement of her hands, as she was rubbing the plate dry with a cloth.

“And when you let your hand wander down my belly, caressing my hips, my thighs before you arrive at my middle.”

Triss turned around and leaned down to stow away the plate in the cupboard, strategically positioning her butt in Eskel’s line of sight. She heard him inhale sharply and grinned.

When she turned around to him she went on, eying him from head to toe with a hungry gaze, “I particularly love the little gasp you make when you feel how wet I already am for you.”

Eskel exhaled in a soft moan and Triss raised her eyebrows. “Yes, exactly like this.”

When Eskel didn’t move, Triss giggled softly and said, “there are still a few dirty plates.” 

Eskel huffed but grabbed a plate and put it in the hot water to scrub it.

And Triss was not done yet either. “I love it when you push my legs further apart and roll between them. You are always so careful, but not hesitant.” Eskel passed her another plate and grabbed for the next. With satisfaction Triss noticed the considerable bulge forming in the front of Eskel’s trousers.

“And when you lie on top of me, between my legs like you belong there, your eyes never leave my face. I could drown in the beautiful darkness of your eyes when your golden irises are just a thin ring around your wide pupils.”

Triss could see that Eskel was breathing in deliberately slow, probably trying to calm himself. And Eskel was not the only one affected by what she was saying. Her voice had gone low and raspy and her body was tingling, hungry for his touch.

“I could probably come just from feeling the tip of your cock nudging against my entrance, brushing my most sensitive spot.” 

Eskel had let go of the plate in the sink and grabbed the edge of the countertop with white knuckles. He was pointedly not looking at her but she knew that his concentration was wholly on her.

“And then you cradle my face in your hands and sink into me so deliciously and agonisingly slowly, your eyes never leaving mine. When you’re fully sheathed inside of me, you stop moving and that’s the moment I fall apart. Not when I orgasm later, but when there is only you, when I feel so incredibly full with you and surrounded by you, when there is nothing but you.”

Triss was not sure if she could make Eskel come just by talking to him like this, but it looked like he did not need much more to push him over the edge. And she was close too.

“But then you start to move in me…”

“Fuck, Triss,” Eskel interrupted, his voice rough and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the door. Triss grinned, gladly tagging along. Her whole body was tingling in anticipation.

And then the door to the kitchen flew open and Lambert walked in. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked. He was smirking looking between them and sniffed the air, “we talked about this, no fucking in the kitchen.” 

Triss giggled and was now the one pulling Eskel towards the door.

“No fucking in the kitchen,” she promised and wiggled her eyebrows at Lambert. 

Lambert burst out laughing as Eskel and Triss slipped out of the kitchen, hurrying to their room.

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