Geralt's gold eyes didn't leave Victoria's as the witcher took a step forward.

"How long have you been here?" She asked him.

"I just arrived." He said. Roach neighed at his side, head butting Geralt gently.

Victoria stopped before him and examined his face, before looking down at his armored torso. She could tell the difference in the way he stood from his usual posture.

"I assume it was dirty work," she said, noticing the mark on his neck. Geralt hummed.

"Nothing I'm not used to," he replied.

Victoria placed her hand on his arm, and Geralt grunted softly. She stared up at him and squinted her eyes.

Victoria lead Geralt back to the small place she was staying at. When the witcher walked in, he studied the room to see that she had made it her own within the weeks she was there.

He inhaled quietly, consumed by the familiar scent of jasmine of her hair and the sweet scent of her skin.

His gold eyes landed on the neatly made bed, but all he smelled was Victoria, and her only. Jaskier's scent came from the floor.

"Hmm,"

Victoria turned her head and looked at him. "What?"

"I see that everything is the way that I wanted it to be." He said.

The witcher was taken by surprise as Victoria grabbed his arm. She began to turn him around, and he stared down at her.

"Take it off, Geralt." She demanded.

Victoria was left breathless as Geralt smirked immediately, leaving her to regret her choice of words. Her heart raced inside of her chest as he began to pull it off.

"I figured it'd take you longer, being mad at me." He teased.

He watched as her cheeks grew rosy, but she refused to give in. "I can add another bruise, if you'd like."

Geralt pulled it off, revealing the bruises scattered across his ribs and up his arm. Victoria sighed as she ran her fingers over them, leaving a cool sensation against his skin.

"Did you save her?" Victoria asked.
"Yes."

Victoria nodded before turning away. Before she could walk away, Geralt reached out and grabbed her wrist.

She sighed. "Geralt—"
"Your father was in Temeria." He said. "He was looking for you."

Victoria clenched he jaw. "So, the possession worked."

Geralt's teeth were gritted together as his eyes left hers. "I saw him leading his men through the woods. Searching every place present."

She watched as his eyes— wide and alert, move back to hers.

"I wanted to kill them," he said. "I wanted to kill your father."

Victoria swallowed as she looked to the floor. "Why didn't you?"

"Because I'm not the one to do so," he said to her. "You should be the one to, you deserve to kill him; he deserves to die."

Victoria shook her head as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "You should've done it,"

"I knew you were safe." He said. "I knew that you were far enough away, in a small enough place to avoid the public eye."

"But they always have men passing through," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I was followed today."

Geralt turned to her. "What?"

"I was followed by a Nilfgaardian soldier." She said. "He works for my father, against his own will. . . He promised that I wouldn't be found."

He shook his head as if her words didn't mean anything to him. "You let him live? You let him walk away just like that?"

"What was I supposed to do, Geralt? He didn't try to hurt me, even after I almost threw him over the bridge. . ."

"You should've done it anyway." He said to her. "What were you doing by yourself then? And even by the river?"

Victoria raised her hands. "I'm not a child! I can take care of myself! I've learned a lot more than you think, after leaving me here to suffer!"

Geralt shook his head defeatedly. "Fuck."

Victoria watched as Geralt crossed the room and stood before her. She looked up at him, unable to stop the fire running its corse through her body as he lifted his hand to her face.

"Everything was to keep you safe so I wouldn't lose you." He said to her. "Because you are important to me. . . No one else. You."

Victoria slid her hands up his torso, resting against his chest. "Jaskier would be exceptionally upset to hear that."

He moved his hand behind her neck. "That's too bad."

He pulled her face to his, and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back as she melted against him.

Geralt lifted his hands and pulled the cloak off of her shoulders. Victoria grabbed his waist, pulling him closer.

Geralt untied her dress, and the dress slid off of her shoulders and down her chest. The witcher wound his arm around her waist, walking her backwards as he moved forward.

He hitched her knee over his hip, before moving towards the bed.

"Wait." She said, pushing gently at his test. Geralt disconnected their suctioned lips.

"Jaskier's bed." She said, grimacing. "I don't think he'd appreciate our art of ruffled sheets."

Geralt grunted as he sank down to his knees on the floor, holding her against him. He set her down before hovering over her, settling between her legs. Victoria ran her fingers through his hair as his hands roamed her sides, traveling to her breasts. He squeezed them in his hands as he kissed her firmly.

Victoria reached out and began fiddling with Geralt's belt. She pulled the belt from the loops of his trousers, tossing it aside.

She quickly unfastened them before using her heels to push them down to his mid thigh.

Geralt sucked on the skin of her neck and listened to the soft moan that left her lips as he thrusted against her teasingly. She dug her nails into his shoulder as he laid on top of her, his cock resting against her thigh.

"Geralt." She said, exaggeratedly. The witcher was unable to contain his smile as his lips glided down between her breasts.

Victoria propped herself onto her elbows as she waited impatiently. Geralt closed his hand around his length, before shifting between her legs again.

As he moved through her folds, the brunette allowed her head to hang backwards as she exhaled. Her back arched as he brushed over her sensitive spot, moving down to her bud.

Geralt sighed as he slipped inside of her, beginning at an easy pace. He moved in and out at a slow and steady rhythm, unable to contain the curse words that escaped his mouth.

Victoria dug her nails deeper into his arms as she laid back. She lifted her hips to his as he quickened his pace, sending a shot of euphoria through her body.

Geralt continued, but went faster as time passed. He pressed his lips to Victoria's as she panted heavily, trying to draw it out longer to keep up with him.

"I, I can't hold it any longer." She said through drastic moans.

Geralt lowered his hips to hers, and he felt the ecstasy explode within him. The witcher threw his head back and moaned, reaching his climax right before her.

He slipped out and collapsed beside her, the room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing. Victoria sat up before climbing on top of him, pressing her cheek to his chest as his fingers roamed through her thick waves.

"Don't leave again," she begged, her cheeks flushed a rosy tint.

"Hmm," Geralt hummed. "You missed me incredulously."

She lifted her head from his chest and stared at him. Geralt soothed her hair back with his hand as she leaned into it.

"Don't try to hide the fact that you missed me as well." She warned him.

"All right."