Philippa freezes mid-movement, opening first her left eye, thenher right,
She was miles away, losing herself against her lover’sskin, making the most of this rare, precious moment of solace, of being lost ina moment, in a world that seems far, far away from the demands of her position,far away from the burdens that weigh so heavily upon her shoulders.
She looks up, part irritated at being torn from sweet, sweetoblivion, part ashamed. She has done something wrong, that much is for certain,but what?
There is hurt in Yennefer’s eyes, and beneath it, anger sofierce that Philippa knows will consume her, burn her to ashes in itsflames if she doesn’t contain it, finds some way to salvage what she hasunwittingly destroyed.
“Yenna. Yenna, please, just… I didn’t mean it, I…”
Philippa sits up, suddenly, her face serious beneath the darkhalo of her curls. She considers, just for a moment, to let Yennefer see justhow worried she is, how much she dreads the thought of losing her oversuch a triviality as this – the wrong name, whispered against her skinin a moment of complete abandon.
She reaches out, pulls Yennefer into her arms despite herprotests, despite the fact that she does not want to be touched. Or does she?Her body says one thing, but her thoughts say another. Yennefer was always awalking contradiction, it is simply who she is and in a way it is exactly whatmakes her, in Philippa’s mind, so damn irresistible.
“There is only y o u,Yenna. Only you. Forever. You’re all that matters to me.”
It’s not entirely true, but it sure sounds as if it mightbe.
