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Victoria sat at one of the free tables with the man, who had given her a pack of ice to hold against her swollen leg. It looked better than the night before, but it would take some time to heal.

"What I said back there about prisoners. . ." He said. "You're not his prisoner, right?"

Victoria shook her head. "No."

He nodded. "And your name?"

She hated to lie, but she couldn't risk the boy or any of his friends recognizing her from the fliers. "Jean. Jean Wolfhart."

"Good to meet ya, Jean. And I'm gonna keep an eye on ya, for the witcher. I'd really rather keep my head."

Victoria chuckled. "I wouldn't let you get hurt. . ."

He folded his arms on the table. "Geralt of Rivia, ai? He seems to keep you close."

The woman shrugged. "I guess so. And I'm curious as to why."

Victoria's stomach growled, and the boy laughed.

"I see he's failed to fill you up." He said. "Food is on me."

He waved down a woman, who placed a tray of fruits and various small bread cakes on the table. Victoria's eyes widened, and she looked up at him.

"I can't thank you enough." She said. She hadn't had a full meal in a long time, she couldn't even remember.

"It's not trouble, really." He said. He pushed a full jug of beer towards her. "A toast."

Victoria smiled. The brunette took a branch of grapes, popping each into her mouth. She savored the sweet juice each bite.

"So, you got any ideas as to why he's kept you around?" The boy asked.

She shook her head. "Perhaps just for the company."

The boy chuckled. "Don't be offended by this, because as much as you are delightful company, witchers don't give two shits about company."

She swallowed a mouthful of beer. "I guess not. But Geralt's different."

"How so?"

She shrugged. "He's not as heartless as everyone makes him to be. . ."

Victoria went for another drink, but realized that the jug was empty. She set it down, noticing the boy smiling.

"Another beer for ya,"

Hours passed, and Geralt and Jaskier— the bard, were still gone. On a regular day, Victoria would be worried and forced to believe that he left her behind and went on with his life.

But she was incredibly intoxicated and had no care in the world.

She stood inside of the inn, humming as one of the evening singers played his lute. It wasn't as nice as Jaskier, but she was still able to dance.

The boy laughed as she moved around the room. "Are you having fun?"

"Of course I'm having fun!" She said over the loud strumming of the lute. Seven beers later, and this is where they wound up.

His expression went from amused to serious. "Wait, your leg!"

She lifted her dress, only to see that the wounds had scarred over, with faint bruising.

"I feel better," she said. "Don't spoil the mood, please. God, if only you knew of the last few weeks."

The woman pulled him forward by his hands, spinning around to the music. She stumbled and lost her balance, landing casually in a dipping position as he caught her. The room echoed with the sound of Victoria's laughter.

The door swung open, and Jaskier and Geralt appeared. Victoria stood upright, noticing they had looked a little more beaten up than before.

Jaskier threw his arms into the air. "Devil is gone, you are welcome."

He hurried towards the lute player and scolded him before playing his own lute.

As Victoria crossed the room, she looked up at Geralt's face. She ran her thumb over the slit on his forehead. "What is that? Are you all right?"

Geralt grunted, pulling her hands away. "I'm fine. I've earned my pay. Let's go."

Victoria sighed as she turned to face the others. "Where's the nearest inn?"

Jaskier pointed. "Keep going down the main path a few miles."

Victoria turned around, taken back to see Geralt staring down at her.

"Are you drunk?" He asked her.
"I was until you walked in." She said. "I'm sobering up."

The two walked to the inn, and Victoria stared at her feet as she walked.

"It was nice, I won't lie." she said. "To forget that I'm a wanted fugitive, to forget that I thought you were gonna leave me behind."

Geralt looked down at her. "You thought I was going to leave you?"

"I'm not used to people sticking around." She muttered. "I believe what you'll grow tired of me and send me away one day, or when you have the chance, run."

They reached the inn, and Geralt paid for a few hours to stay. The two entered the room after mounting Roach.

Victoria looked around the room. There wasn't much of a difference between many of them or their rooms. It was bigger than the one before, but there was less stuff inside.

The woman instantly spotted the books on one of the tall shelves across the room and sprinted towards it. She pulled a book from the shelf and opened it to examine the ancient pages.

"Can't do much but wonder sometimes if there's anything on pix in one of these." She said, reading the pages.

On the other side of the room, Geralt placed his items on the table, along with his swords that were close to the bed. Victoria put the book back onto the shelf, turning around to look at him.

"You never did respond." She said, walking towards him. She folded his throw once he looked down at her.

"Respond to what?" He asked her.

"If you'd ever grow tired of me," she muttered. "and send me off, or run away if you had the chance."

She sighed. "I wouldn't blame you if you did. I don't deserve your company. . . I don't deserve anything."

Victoria looked up at Geralt as he walked towards her. In two strides, he was standing in front of her.

The pix swallowed as she looked into his gold eyes that were also focused on hers.

"No," he replied.

Before she could respond, Geralt had cupped her face in his hand and pressed his lips to hers. Victoria didn't hesitate to kiss him back, wrapping her hand around his neck to pull him closer.

Their lips moved in sync, hunger taking over both of them the longer they held one another. Victoria's breath grew heavier as Geralt's hand slid up her spine, pulling her flesh to his.

"Fuck." Geralt sighed. Victoria disconnected their lips, beginning to tug at the strings on the front of his shirt. She opened his shirt, running her hands up his torso.

He shrugged his shirt off and grabbed her waist. The witcher walked backwards and collapsed onto the bed, kissing Victoria as she crawled on top of him to straddle him.

The pix sucked in a sharp breath as his erected cock brushed against her thigh. She reached up and tucked a strand of her hair that fell from her bun behind her ear nervously.

Geralt pulled his lips away, leaning back on his elbows as he studied her face. Victoria swallowed as she glanced down at his trousers.

"Have you—"
"No," she said, pinching the zipper between her fingers. She slid the zipper down, before pulling open the button.

Geralt closed his eyes for a short moment as he pulled himself free of his trousers. Victoria stared at him, seeming anything but surprised at how large he actually was. She expected nothing less.

His eyes focused on hers again, and she pursed her lips. Geralt grabbed her hips and pulled her closer.

As she straddled him, she trembled with ecstasy as he began to roll her dress up past her thighs. Geralt grabbed ahold of her hips once more, moving her on top of him.

Victoria leaned forward, sucking in a breath as he rolled inside of her. Geralt grunted and threw his head back, trying to roll himself inside of her completely. Her muscles were tensed, and her body was stiff.

Geralt lifted his hips, sighing once he eased inside of her. Victoria squeezed her eyes shut at the pain and discomfort, gasping as he moved beneath her.

She placed her hands against his chest, moving her hips forward slowly. The pain caused her to bite down on her lip.

Geralt lifted his free hand and pressed it to her cheek while the other guided her hips. Victoria leaned into his hand before moving her hips again, and she sighed.

The pain died, and she was left with a slight discomfort. Geralt lifted his hips as she moved hers forward, causing her to yelp.

"God—" she moaned, trying to move faster on top of him. Geralt closed his eyes as he moved, the man releasing a string of curse words under his breath.

And as she managed to keep up at his pace, they continued on until the flames in the fire dissolved.