In whatever format you want, kissing gerik?
He kissed you sweetly and he kissed you breathless, like your lips held the cure to the ache that burrowed in his muscles.
Gerik’s breath mingled with yours as he sought respite in your embrace post-battle.
He wasn’t a man who feared death, not with all he has experienced, not with his blood attuned with the rush of battle.
But being in Askr has softened him, he reckoned. Getting involved with this foreign world’s tactician had made him a bit more wary of the dance of steel that dictates the life of a mercenary.
What a contradiction he lives here, between the fear of being deprived of your touch permanently, and his loyalty to your command.
He would never die under your order, and a part of him knew that. Though he would gladly let his blood fill any enemy’s fuller if you asked.
Ah, but what’s the use in poignancy while in the moment with his lover.
He was pulled away, admiring your kiss swollen lips. All the while, his hair was mussed lovingly by your wandering hands.
“You know just the way to ward off a merc’s pains, don’t you?” Gerik sighed, voice laced with fondness.
To his amusement your eyebrows quirked and those lips that had claimed his so passionately moments earlier grew into a heart stopping grin.
“Tis a summoner’s job to ease the worries of their soldiers.”
“Is that all there is to us?”
“But of course not.” You hummed. Your hand rested on his broad chest before you leaned in to plant a kiss at the corner of his mouth teasingly.
Every moment with you makes his heart grow fonder.
