Adventures with the Witcher(s): A Multi Witcher Story

Chapter 5 (Eskel): A Game of Gwent

Some implications of tipsy, drunken sex in this one towards the end.

You and Eskel stare awkwardly for what felt like forever, you standing there in your panties. Eskel was trying his best not to stare at your rather lacy underpants and your bare legs.

You shake yourself out of the awkwardness and quickly grab a blanket to cover yourself, "Eskel!" you scold, "what are you doing? Quit staring, you pervert!"
Eyes widening even further, Eskel quickly covered his eyes and turned his back towards you, "sorry, sorry," he says, "I didn't think you would be getting undressed." "It didn't occur to you to knock?" you exasperate.
"We're in a cave, (y/n)," Eskel points out, "there aren't any doors for me to knock on to begin with."

"(y/n)?" the both of you flinch when you hear Ves' voice, "I found the trousers, they might be a little long, but once we hem them..." Ves stopped when she saw you wrapped in a blanket waist down and Eskel having his back towards you, "Oh, uh...I didn't realize you were busy," she says, starting to feel awkward.
"It's not what it looks like," you insist, heat rising in your cheeks from embarrassment.

Ves turns her gaze to Eskel and back to you, and repeats it a few more times, "...I believe you," she says, though her tone says otherwise; in fact, said tone seemed to hold a certain level of mirth to it, almost like Ves was trying to be encouraging to whatever she was assuming you and the witcher were doing.
She tossed you the pants, "you might not be needing those for much longer," she says in amusement as she walks away.
Eskel still kept his back to you as you proceed to change out of your ruined trousers and slip on the new ones.

"Looks like Ves did a sublime job bandaging your leg," Eskel comments and you get changed. "Well, it's not quite what I was expecting," you say, "but considering the resources the Blue Stripes have available to them at the moment, Ves did the best she could. It'll probably scar, but I can still walk."
You take one step forward, but nearly falter after putting weight on that leg. Eskel was there to catch you before you land on your face, "Well maybe I'll need a crutch to help me out for a while," you admit.

Eskel nods and helps you sit down on the cot while he pulls some material together from around the infirmary to craft a makeshift crutch.
There was still some awkward silence between the two of you. It was a little much for you, so you take the flask of vodka that was leftover from your previous treatment, and take a sizable gulp.
"You uh, you do have some rather nice legs," Eskel comments as he works on the crutch, which he meant as a compliment, but didn't really do much to dissipate the awkwardness that still lingered in the air between the two of you.
"Uh, thanks...I guess," you say. The compliment admittedly made you feel good somewhat given that you couldn't even remember the last time you've shaved your legs.

"I mean, I wasn't staring or anything, or trying not to," Eskel continues, "they're great to look at, not that I would, or didn't mean to, I mean-' "Eskel, I get it," you try and stop him, "you like my legs...and they do look great, I would say they're probably my best feature." Eskel wanted to say that may not be the BEST feature per say, but he held his tongue because he reckoned it wouldn't be considered appropriate.

You take another sip of vodka and decide to change the subject, "Hey, Eskel." "Yeah?" "I uh...do you remember when you asked me if I remembered anything about that night? The one with the katakan?" Eskel had to think about it for a moment before he answered, "...yeah, I remembered." "Was there anything specific you wanted me to remember?" you ask him.

"...I don't follow," Eskel frowns a bit. "Well, I do vaguely remember the uh, events that happened that night, when we were luring in the katakan," you explain, "but...I more so remember the things that happened before that night, before my, uh, embarrassing stint that involved some really cheap wine," you look at the flask you were still holding, "feels a little ironic saying that while sipping from a flask of medicinal vodka."