In My Head

Chapter 14 - Letting You Go

I awoke the next morning with Geralt's arm wrapped possessively around my waist. I smile to myself as I think about how many times we rolled around this bed. Side note, I would have to send them back home to be clean. There was no telling how dirty they actually were. As I go to roll over to look at him the soreness sets into my body, reminding me of the downside to having sex repeatedly.

Feeling me stir in his arms, Geralt lets out a hum as he tightens his grip around my waist pulling me into him.

"Good morning," I whisper as I roll over to face him completely.

"Good morning," he replies without opening his eyes, his voice low and seductive.

"At least, I think it's morning; but who knows." I joke making him chuckle.

"How do you feel?" He asks as his amber eyes flutter open.

"A little sore, but I'll survive." I answer reaching forward to gently touch his cheek.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks his eyes filling with worry.

"No, it's a good kind of sore." I reply quickly causing relief to fill his eyes.

As if to reassure him I let my hand trail down his chest causing him to cock and eyebrow at me. As I find his member, I lace my fingers around it causing him to let out a hungry growl.

"(Name)..." He warns only spurring me on.

"What?" I ask playing clueless.

"Don't start something you can't finish."

"Who says I can't finish it?" I inquire as I slowly start to pump my hand up and down.

"Dammit woman," He growls as he rolls on top of my making a laugh escape my lips as I reach up to wrap my arms around him.

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We spent what seemed like days in bed only leaving when we needed food or water. We had a lot of time to make up for. After that night when we first slept together, we no longer saw each other in our dreams. That was unless we wanted too.The days we spent together were magical.

I recalled one morning when I woke to find the spot where Geralt had slept empty. Naturally, I panicked and went in search of him. My heart warmed at the sight of him in the courtyard with Ciri practicing sword fighting. Seeing the two of them together was like a dream. Ciri bonded with him just like she had with me. i was surprised that she seemed to like Geralt more than her own father.

Seeing Geralt roughhouse with Ciri made my head fill with thoughts of what could have been had Geralt not been sterile. Would we have had a family? Would Geralt have even wanted one? I didn't even know If I wanted one. It definitely wouldn't have been a normal one but then again neither is this one.

I started to wonder if I could die of happiness. I didn't want it too end; but all good things come to an end.

"Geralt, don't go." I beg as I stand next to him as he prepared his saddlebags.

"I'm a Witcher, (Name), I have a job to do." He replies tossing the bags onto Roach's back.

"Well, then let me come with you." I inquire making his eyes snap to mine.

"No! it's much to dangerous out there. Plus, Ciri needs you here." He counters making me grit my teeth.

"She needs you too. Don't think I haven't seen the way the two of you have bonded over the last few days."

"I have a job to do." He repeats and I roll my eyes.

"God dammit Geralt, you're not some soldier who has no other choice than to go into battle. You have a choice." I argue my anger getting the better of me.