18. Â âYou can be wearing a trash bag, and Iâd still want you.â Bedroom, Telling each other I love you. Someone being soft with Yennefer, doesnât matter who sheâs paired with as long as she is loved for more than her beauty and power
So I changed the phrase a bit to make it fit canon. But I love this prompt! Hereâs my first femslash in decades. Probably since I wrote super bad Buffy fic in middle school lol.
âI could look at your freckles all day, you know,â Yennefer says before reaching out to trail her fingertips across Trissâs cheek, tracing the pattern of the marks. Theyâre laying in the master bedroom of Yenneferâs latest home, the early morning light just starting to stream through the windows. Sheâs propped up on one elbow, staring down at the other woman who is currently blushing in such a delightful way.
âIâd probably die of embarrassment before the day was over,â Triss snorts, but she leans into the touch so Yennefer just smiles widely at her.
âOh please. You know how much I adore you and your natural beauty,â she tells as she runs a finger down the bridge of Trissâs nose. Itâs true. Her lover is absolutely gorgeous and she hardly ever works at it. Yennefer spends hours perfecting her clothing, her makeup, even the way she carries herself. Â
And it never seems to be enough.
âI hope you want me for more than my looks,â Triss says softly, raising a hand up to tuck Yenneferâs wavy hair behind her ear. Yennefer turns her head and presses a gentle kiss against her palm, smiling when Triss sighs happily.
âGlad to know you think me so shallow after all these years,â Yennefer teases before adding, âWe all know Iâm the pretty one in this relationship.â
âHow could I forget?â Triss giggles before adding, âsometimes I wonder if you even know how lovely you are without all the nonsense you put yourself through.â
âOf course Iâm lovely. Traded a bit of my soul for it, didnât I?â she spits out.
âDonât be purposefully dense,â Triss tells her with a roll of her eyes. âYour beauty is in your head, in your heart, in the way your hand fits so perfectly in mine. Itâs in the way you pretend like you donât give a shit about the worldâs problems but then give all of yourself over and over and over again to solve them. Youâre so much more than your looks. You could be wearing a burlap sack and Iâd still want you.â
Yennefer ducks down, hiding her face against Trissâs neck. She wraps an arm around her lover and nuzzles at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Every single fucked up thing sheâs had to endure was worth it to get here; to get to this moment where theyâre able to just lay here with their legs tangled together beneath the covers. She wouldnât trade it for anything.
âI love you,â she whispers, her lips brushing Trissâs ear, and it startles her a bit to realize just how much she means it. Sheâd both live and die for this woman, for the chance to have stolen moments like this until the end of their lifetime. It should probably terrify her, but instead it just warms her to the core, makes her feel like sheâs worthy for the first time in ages.
âI love you so much,â Triss says before rolling onto her side and catching Yenneferâs mouth in a kiss. Her lips are so soft and yielding, and Yennefer canât help running her tongue across the seam of her mouth, begging for entrance. Triss gives in so beautifully, letting out a breathy moan as Yennefer takes control and deepens the kiss.
They donât leave the bed for hours.