Of Women and Wolves

Purely Recreational

***A.N***

Hi there, Just a quick note to say that this is my longest chapter yet. I really love the plot of this Episode but I'm eager to move forward. there will be one last chapter in Temeria after this then I have some original content after that. Anyway, onwards and enjoy!

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"I wish you would sit this one out Lya." Geralt said evenly, he tried to keep the desperation out of his voice but ultimately failed.

"Yes well, as life has demonstrated so graciously thus far. We rarely get what we want."

"This is dangerous Lya!"

"Oh really? I thought stalking through a derelict castle, armed to the teeth in pursuit of a cursed Princess was a purely recreational activity." She snarked back, her voice was dripping with sarcasm and Geralt couldn't resist the amused tug of his lips.

He couldn't help the fondness he felt for his lover's ability to joke at a time like this but that did not mean that he was any less frustrated by her stubbornness.

"I'm serious Lya!" He growled, trying to make her see sense. His lover never had been one to back down though.

"Yes I can tell, what with the furrowed brow and impressively flared nostrils." She quipped back with a small laugh aimed at his expression.'

"I am trying to protect you!" She turned to his with her jaw clenched and fire in her golden eyes.

"Sixty-five years Geralt. You have known me for well over half a century. In any of these sixty-five years, have I ever been someone who needed anyone else's protection? Who is the only remaining Wolf who can land you, The Great White Wolf on his arse, nine times out of ten? Me." Fianna continued her rant as they continued their walk, she was quiet, as to not attract any unwanted attention but Geralt could recognise the fury in her tone. She continued.

"What I have always valued most about our friendship is how you are the ONLY man that I have ever come across that has never taken issue with me being a better warrior than them, you have me beaten on raw strength but I am not shy in saying that I am probably the best swordsman on the continent. You would usually agree with me. What changed? Is it because I'm letting you fuck me regularly? Now you think I'm suddenly less capable because I'm in love with you?" She furiously stated before rounding on him and freezing.

Geralt was stood two feet away from her, completely stilled by her words.

Her eye's widened as she realised what she had said.

"Fuck! Geralt I..." She started but was interrupted by a horrifying shriek in the distance. They shared brief eye contact before it was game time. Fianna closed her eye's in defeat before quickly drinking a vial of Thunderbolt followed by a dose of Petri's Philter.

"Lya... I do... I mean... hmm... fuck" Geralt stuttered adorably while Fianna was trying to remain unaffected by the trail of fire that the toxic potions left in their wake as they burned through her bloodstream. It never got easier, her pulse quickened and she could actually feel the monstrous veins crawling from around her eyes. Taking a deep breath she turned to Geralt and pushed his potions into his hands.

"I shouldn't have said anything. Fuck me and my big mouth. Geralt I know you care, I've always known that you care. Your emotional constipation prevents you from saying the words but I know. Now is not the time to get into this, we have company." Her voice trailed off at the end and Geralt tuned his ears into his surroundings only to hear the sound of heavy, uneven footsteps and heavy breathing coming their way.