#geralt!fluff

     There was a distant bang that seemed to echo throughout the cottage, making you grumble half-asleep. You didn’t know how long you were passed out for, judging on the fireplace still roaring with flames. You turned around in the bed, thinking that it was just the heavy winds making the windows creak open and closed. Then you heard the front door open, which made you weary after someone locked it a second after.

     This was it, you thought… this is how it all ends. You put the covers over your head hoping that the intruder wouldn’t see you, even though your silhouette stuck out like a bump on a log to the man’s keen eyesight. Quiet footsteps seemed to boom from the squeaky tiled floor as they got louder. You held your breath as you could feel someone’s presence creeping up closer to you.  

     A familiar grunt rang through the room, his amber eyes screening the bedroom, ears picking up an increased heart rate under the covers. becoming aware of your alertness. You threw off the covers and couldn’t believe your eyes, rubbing them with your hands to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The broad man turned around, silver strands of hair framed his face illuminated by the fire.

     “Geralt?” You questioned, getting up from the bed.

      “Yes, Y/N?” He answered, coming closer to her, looking at a face so sweet and pure. He had wanted to hear that soft voice of yours from the moment he last saw you. Without saying anything you wrapped your arms around his shoulders covered by a black tunic and instinctively he placed his hands around your back pulling you in as close to him as he could. Geralt closed the gap by gingerly kissing you, softly and slowly, wanting to savor every second of the moment.  

     “You came back,” Y/N barely whispered so only he could hear. You took ahold of his large hand and led him to the bed motioning for him to lay down. Body heat was radiating off him like he was the sun giving warmth to you, his own universe. Your soft and gentle hands slowly unbuttoned his worn tunic, peppering his chest with small kisses, as you undid the buttons one by one. He held you in his safe arms, watching you in content and utter bliss. You pressed your chest against his, as Geralt stroked your back with his hand, placing soft kisses on you, knowing how much you loved to feel the warmth of his body. Wanting to be even closer to him, you intertwined your legs in-between his large calfs, earning a small smile from the white haired man.

     “I’ll always come back Y/N. No matter what.” So much was to be said, but Y/N left it all to be unspoken. All that mattered was that Geralt was here now, with her.

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