#simplly lilly

【 ⚔️ 】— “This is not good idea.” The other witcher was exact and precise in her words to get the point across. Murder, or even threatening to murder a civilian in the middle of such a big city was not only against the witcher’s code, but doing so and getting caught or even being suspected wouldn’t just get them run out of town, it could earn the both of them their very own personal funeral pyre, pre-mortem.

         Rashida had thought the Zerrikanian’s idea of a death sentence, crushing the head via elephant foot, was a nasty way to go, but being burned alive sounded even worse and more grueling. It was said that a witcher had never died in their bed, that was true, but she didn’t plan on her death being via public execution, either.

Sword still firmly clasped in hand after her daily training session had been interrupted by one of the city guards, Saskia rushed across Vergen’s stony streets towards the main gates. Her brow was slick with sweat, and she brushed it off absentmindedly with the sleeve of her beige tunic.

“What is the meaning of this?” she asked once she had reached the place where a significant crowd had gathered. Hearing their queen’s assertive voice, the mass of people parted in two, leaving the Dragonslayer the space to walk in their midst. 

Near the city gates stood a single woman, two guards crossing their lances in front of her as to stop her from entering. The first thing Saskia noticed about her was the pair of horns adorning her red-haired head. She immediately understood why they were reluctant to let her in.

“Move aside, and allow our visitor to enter the city,” she ordered shortly, a weariness creeping up in her voice.

The guards stationed by the gates exchange a confused glance and hesitated. “But-- but milady, she’s a monster!” cried a halfling man, and the crowd shifted slightly like ripples on water, some of them offering their murmured agreements. Yet they were quieter now that Saskia had arrived-- and quieter still when she began to speak, addressing all of them. 

“She is a person, just like any of you,” the queen said, a harsh frown accentuating the gravity of her voice. “Is this not how you have been treated in human cities before? You, of all people, should know better than to throw around such foul accusations.”

The crowd murmured again, this time agreeing with Saskia instead. The halfing man who had spoken earlier nodded, still obviously displeased with the situation, but complying regardless.

“Now, would you all please go and mind your own business? We have already wasted enough time on this nonsense.”

This was a surprisingly close game, especially considering Lily had expressed her distaste for Gwent time and again. It was only after mentioning the possibility that they'd both end up naked that she relented and agreed to play him - he'd even let her borrow his own monster deck (seeing as he almost never used it) to give her a better chance. It took a bit of convincing for her to finally begin enjoying herself, but he would do what he could to make this fun and worth her while.

In all reality, the game was only close because he was going easy on her in the hope that maybe she'd have a bit more fun, but he also wanted an excuse to see her nude without blatantly trying to fluster her out of her clothing. He was succeeding thus far, both of them only a few scraps from being completely bare before the other, making it very difficult not to openly stare. As much as he tried to keep his eyes off of her chest, it was a little too obvious he was enjoying this quite a bit.

"Aren't you glad we played now? Not only are you doing phenomenally, but you get the chance to see me in all my mostly-naked glory." The cheeky grin accompanied with a wink was playful in nature, but he was also definitely full of himself.

The gratification he felt was about as great as his desire. Of course he won. He always won this game. He was a master in the affairs of the heart, so when his back met the wall, damn right he smiled into that kiss. She was demanding, but if she wanted to take what she wanted from him, well, he'd been dangling it in front of her face like this for a while now. The sultry glances, coy smiles, teasing kisses - he knew that it was only about time before she snapped, and he was counting down the seconds before it happened.

Though she did what she could to take him, he met her kiss for kiss. Those hands that had only ever tenderly grazed her were gripping her by the hips and pressing her as close to himself as humanly possible. He wanted her to feel everything - his desire, his arousal, his ardent need that couldn't possibly hold a candle to hers, for while he was passionate, he was patient. Well, her patience had run out, and so his would too - especially now that she finally gave him what he'd been trying to coax out of her this whole time.

While she wanted so badly to devour and be devoured through their kiss, he dove in to use that perfect mouth of his to press kisses to the tender flesh of her neck. Her hands were on his shoulders, but his were memorizing her curves, caressing her body though layers of clothing impeded him. It didn't matter. That particular issue would be remedied soon enough, but for now, he wanted her panting against him like a dog in anticipation of a bone, and he would do his damndest to get it.