All the way up the steps, my heart was pounding in anticipation. Normally customers don't make me feel so nervous and out of control. Then again, normally my customers aren't witchers. Amrynn's words of warning were still echoing in my head about how I needed to be careful with witchers. A part of my brain reasoned that he was just here for a good time like any other man. Nothing would be different. But the other part of my brain fed me fears of what the witcher had the capability of doing to me.
I swallowed a lump in my throat and led the witcher to an empty room anyway, mentally preparing myself for what was about to happen. I turned to the witcher who shut the door, already stripping away his armor and weapons. My fingers played with the ribbons that held together my clothing before finally tugging at them to loosen what I wore.
"So, white wolf, do I get the pleasure of knowing your name?" I purred, letting my top drop to the ground. The witcher looked up at me, pausing his actions.
"Geralt, Geralt of Rivia. And you would be?"
"Tanea, of Novigrad." I sauntered up to Geralt, placing a hand where his collarbone was. "But you can call me whatever you like." Geralt gave a small smile at that before taking my hand in his own. His eyes once again found themselves on the marks on my forearm.
"That's nothing to concern yourself with. I'm sure you've endured much worse than I have," I commented, slipping my hand from his to lay on his arm where scars already poked through his shirt.
"Maybe. But at least they're from monsters, not men. And besides, not all scars are external." Geralt and I's eyes met, an unspoken message passing between them. With each sentence he spoke, I began to grow more curious about the witcher. So far, he's been nothing but pleasant. Even more of a gentleman than many of the so-called noblemen.
"Don't be so kind Geralt. Men are monsters too." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even think to stop them. I felt a stone sink in my stomach. If I upset the witcher. Who knows what kind of hell I'll face. However, my fears were assuaged when Geralt's face broke into a grin at my comment.
"Right you are Tanea, right you are." Remembering that I wasn't here for a conversation, I moved my hands back to Geralt's chest to pull at the collar of his cotton shirt.
"But that's enough chit chat, don't you think Geralt?" I murmured in a sweet voice, my eyes peeking through my lashes.
"You can stop doing that." I blinked in confusion and properly looked up at Geralt.
"Stop doing what?"
"You can stop pretending. Pretending that you want to do this, pretending that you aren't afraid of me," Geralt stated plainly, taking a step back from my arms. Well, this has never happened before. Is this normal for witchers?
"What makes you think I'm afraid of you?" I questioned, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
"I could hear your heart pounding the entire time we were walking here." Geralt smirked and crossed his arms. "Though now it's seemed to finally slow down." My cheeks warmed in embarrassment, briefly forgetting that witchers had enhanced senses.
"I wasn't afraid of you. More just, nervous. That's all," I defended, wanting to save some kind of dignity. "It's not my fault that I've never met a witcher, much less went to bed with one." Geralt cocked an eyebrow at that comment.
"You've never had another witcher come into the brothel before?" I shook my head and flipped a lock of black hair out of my face.
"As long as I've been here, there hasn't been a witcher to visit. Though it seems like you've been here before." I raised my eyes up to Geralt who nodded absentmindedly.
"Yes, a long time ago..." Silence fell between us and I leaned back on the bed with a huff.
"Well, are you going to do what you came here for, or are we going to keep talking?" Geralt looked at me thoughtfully before crossing the room to grab my top from where I left it on the floor. He outstretched it towards me.
"Not to offend your physical beauty Tanea, but I much rather talk to you." I took the clothing from Geralt and easily slipped it back on. Not that it covered much more of me.
"No offense taken. It's been a while since I've actually been able to hold a proper conversation with a man. Most of the time it's him slurring together words that are supposed to get me 'in the mood' or something ridiculous," I snarked, rolling my eyes at the very thought. "You can at least give me a straight and proper answer." Geralt sat next to me on the bed, turning to face towards me.
"If you like having actual conversations with people, why be a strumpet?" He asked curiously. I shook my head and looked down at my feet.
"Do you think I wanted to do this by choice?" I chuckled darkly.
"There's got to be something else for you," Geralt replied. I tilted my head to look at Geralt, my eyes surveying him carefully. Now that his armor was gone, I could see the muscles that rippled underneath his shirt. Admittedly, he was a very handsome man. My eyes moved up to his face to find his eyes watching me, any emotions carefully concealed.
"There was. And then just like that, there wasn't." I combed my fingers restlessly through my hair, tossing it behind my shoulder only to have it fall back down. Geralt hummed thoughtfully in response.
"Maybe I could just be a monster hunter like you. At least I wouldn't be stuck here," I joked. Geralt rewarded me with a small smile before looking over to where his swords leaned against the wall.
"You want to travel?" He questioned. I could only shrug.
"I'm certainly not against it. I've only been to Velen and Novigrad, and I can't say I'm fond of either of these places. At least in Novigrad I can work." Geralt hummed again and looked at me.
"Velen? I thought your accent sounded more Temerian than Redanian." He paused and furrowed his eyebrows. "If you're from Velen, then why do you introduce yourself from Novigrad?"
"I may have been born in Velen, but Novigrad, for the moment, is my home. Besides, a place doesn't define who I am, Geralt of Rivia." He smiled again before huffing and standing up.
"Well, I've used up enough of your time Tanea. It's about time I'm on my way." Geralt moved to begin putting his armor back on, his swords being strapped to his back once again. I watched curiously, my eyes raking down the length of his swords. Geralt turned to me again, and I quickly looked towards the door as if I wasn't watching him. Though by the way he smirked, I knew he was aware of my staring.
"Why did you come into a brothel if you weren't going to use our services?" I asked curiously, standing up next to Geralt. The witcher paused his movements, furrowing his brow as his eyes gazed at the door in concentration.
"Geralt?"
"I have to go." Before I could ask what he meant, Geralt opened the door and drew one of his swords, heading towards the stairwell. My blood ran cold at the sight of his sword at the ready. That's when I noticed the yelling coming from downstairs. Not again...
"Stay in that room!" Without another word, Geralt was gone. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled with anticipation. Nothing good could come from this.
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Liability (Geralt x OC)
FanfictionLiability - the state of being responsible for something, especially by law Tanea knew she was meant to do more than sleep with any man who would pay 40 crowns for the night. How she would get there, however, was beyond her. That is, until a certain...