Make Me Feel Again ♕ Geralt Of Rivia

twenty four .

E L E A N O R A

"You know, I have two perfectly capable hands that could- I don't know, help carry a couple of bags maybe?" I say as I continued behind Geralt down the path on our way for our three day march to the mountaintop lair of the alleged dragon and I have to say, I'm feeling rather left out watching Gor carry the load of all the bags.

"I know right. God, the horror of me having to carry a couple of bags." I shake my head sarcastically when Gor raises a brow at me.

I make a go at one of the bags in Gor's hand, darting forward to grab its handle.

Unfortunately, Geralt reacts much faster than I do and raises the bag over his head, holding it just out of my reach.

"I know you're perfectly capable of carrying them, El." He huffs out a laugh, "But just because you can doesn't mean you have to."

We're standing toe to toe now. Still, even now that I've tasted those lips a thousand times before and know what it feels like to have his large hands hold me, my heart flutters at being this close to him.

Geralt's lip twitches like he's fighting a grin when I narrow my eyes at him, raising my chin in defiance.

Finally, he gives in with a sigh, lowering the bag in his hand and dropping it into mine.

I smile victoriously, before going up on my toes and pressing a kiss to his lips.

It was meant to be a light peck on the lips, but Gor seems to have other plans for us as he wounds his fingers through the hair at the base of my head, pulling me closer to him and deepening our kiss,

He parts from my lips with a groan, "The things that I'm going to do to you when I get you alone."

I'd be lying if I said his words didn't intrigue me and I quirk an eyebrow at him, "Is that a warning, Mister?"

"It's a fucking promise."

"Aren't you two just so sweet," I roll my eyes at Jaskier's voice coming from behind Geralt, "You guys do know people can see you, right?"

I peer at the bard from over Gor's shoulder, "Keep it up, Jaskier, and I'm going to start to think you're jealous of me constantly monopolising Geralt's time."

Geralt snickers next to me, taking my hand in his now that he has a free hand.

Jaskier grumbles behind us, "Your man might've mentioned that the road is too narrow for horses in his initial sales pitch."

"Welcome to the world, Jaskier." Geralt shoots back.

As I follow closely behind the two, I notice a pair of intense purple eyes on me as we moved through the crowd.

Meeting her gaze, I offer her a smile and then a little wave. She might've kissed Geralt, but that doesn't mean I have to hate her guts. Besides, something told me there was more to her than her hard exterior and I, for one, know better than to judge someone without having any knowledge of what made them the way they were.

Surprisingly, I see the corner of her mouth twitch slightly into a barely-there smile as if she recognises a struggling soul. But just as quickly as the smile made its appearance, it disappears.

A hand winds around my waist and I lean back into Geralt's chest as he presses a kiss onto the crown of my head.

"Are you regretting you've ever convinced me to tag along yet?"

I laugh. I did convince him to tag along when he'd first rejected Borch- not for the treasure, but because it would certainly make for a fun adventure.

I crane my neck to smile up at him, "Not yet."

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G E R A L T

It's been one fucking long day. First, we ran into a Hirikka. Then, despite my advice, the fucking Knight Yennefer was tagging along with decides to kill it. As if that wasn't enough stupidity for the day, he roasts the damn thing and eats it. And now? The man's fucking dead.

Death while having the shits. That's a new one.

I'm growing tired of this trip fast. If it wasn't for El's enthusiasm and the thought of getting to spent the night alone with her in our tent, I wouldn't have made it this far.

Though, El might have done her fair share of convincing me, I admit, I had some ulterior motives. Namely, I had unfinished business with that damn purple-eyed mage.

I corner Yennefer the first chance I get, unable to shake what she said the last time we'd spoken in private.

"Did you kill Eyck?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Kill him? That's rather pedestrian." She replies, "It was the Reavers. That bastard, Boholt, killed my escort before he could accomplish the one damn task I actually needed him for."

We fall silent and I continue to follow behind her, trying to wear her out.

Finally, with an agitated sigh, she whirls around and glares at me.

"What the fuck do you want, Geralt?" She demands, sensing me following behind her.

"You know what I want," I state.

"Really? This again?"

Once again, she turns on her heels and continues down her path.

Frustrated, I grabbed her arm, bringing her to a halt. "You said you knew of a way to detach the Ker from her."

"I said I heard that there might be a way. I didn't say I knew of it."

"Quit bullshitting me, Yen."

"Even if I did know of a way, I wouldn't do it. Not when she doesn't even have a say in it." She snaps.

"It will save her life-"

"Will it?" Yennefer cuts me off, "Do you think me a fool? The last time we've spoken about this, you left out a lot of very important details. Did you not think I would find out? It's on her scent. Anyone worth their salt would've had it figured it out in a blink of the eye."

She points an accusing finger at me, "The only reason why she hasn't is because you don't want her to." Yennefer spears me with one last glare, "Tell her or I will. She deserves to know."

With that, she storms off, leaving me to bask in her threat.