Red Witcher

part five

With this, Elizabeth shifted slightly against him.

"Like...um...what exactly...?"

Geralt muttered something under his breath before moving to stand, his massive frame blocking the warmth from the fire.

"Body heat little one. Skin on skin."

Her green eyes grew large as she stared at him. Without another word Geralt began to remove his weathered armour, unbuckling each part carefully before placing them in a neat pile until he stood before her, glowing in the flames in only his slightly dirty off white under shirt and rather tight black pants. Before she could muster the courage to say something, anything, he pulled the shirt from his back with one fluid movement, folding it perfectly and adding it onto the pile.

"Now then, time for sleep."

Elizabeth was silent as the muscled Witcher shuffled back to her, moving to lay behind her, pulling the warm fur around them both.

She didn't move.

He lay with his arms open, inviting her silently with a pat of his hand on his chest.

After another moment of silence he chuckled, the sound rumbling on his chest.

"Elizabeth, Dear, are you going to sit there and freeze or come to sleep?"

She contemplated for a moment, scrunching her dainty nose up. Then with a defeated sigh, moved to lay against him, facing the comfort of the fire. His big arm pulled her close to him, enveloping her in the fur blanket.

"See now, isn't that better."

She had to admit, it was. His skin, cool to the touch usually, was warm and inviting and she couldn't help but turn to him, snuggling her face into his chest. After a moment she wrapped her arms around him, craving more of his warm embrace.

Geralt almost stopped breathing once again as her delicate hands touched his skin, not from the cold sharpness of her touch but by the feeling it brought him. His eyes fell closed as his nostrils were filled with her scent again. Blossoms. Sweet and fresh despite her ordeal that deal.

Elizabeth's hand rested on his neck now, gently she pushed his hair over his shoulder, her fingers lingering in it for a moment. Tiredness, and a need for comfort caused her fingers to have their own mind, running gently over his skin. It had been so long since she had been held so caringly. Her finger paused on a bump on his white skin. A scar. Softly she found herself tracing it with the tip of her finger. Geralt let out a hardly audible moan, unable to keep quiet as she touched the sensitive newly healed scar on his neck.

Elizabeth heard though, his chest rumbling against hers, the sound causing a sensation inside her which she had not felt. A moan slipt from her own lips, her breath warm against his neck.

Embarrassed, she shut her mouth, hoping he had not heard but knowing he had. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard.

"It's...uh, it's okay. That happened a few weeks ago. A bloody Striga got a little too friendly. Sharp claws that one."

Her face showed her concern. Not that he could see. She moved her hand, running it down his chest to rest against his stomach, bumps and scars were felt there too.

"You must have been through a lot..."

He nodded slowly, pushing her hair from his face and behind her ear. Unable to concentrate on much else but the feel of her hand.

"Ah, yes. Sometimes the monsters are a little too quick."