Anielica

Geralt

Elena looked even more dazzling this time.
He hadn't been as close the first time, but now she was right beside him, their arms almost brushing against each other.
He sent all his remaining power to his eyes and focused on every detail, waiting in a pleasant mixture of curiosity and excitement.
He didn't want to miss a moment.

She closed her eyes tight and pressed her lips together in a firm line. Her eyebrows furrowing in concentration. Her skin was so clear and pale. If he looked hard enough, he could see the fine, blue veins just beneath the surface. He watched mesmerised, as she started to glow like the sun was shining upon her. Just like before, his medallion started to tug gently.
The soft glow started to intensify, as it grew brighter with each pulse until she was as radiant as the sun itself. Her hair seemed to float around her face, like a weightless bronze shroud. He could feel her start to extend her power towards him. He tensed, not sure what to expect, holding his breath in anticipation.
It was warm, and comforting.
He relaxed into it at immediately; all his rigidity gone, his breath letting out in a loud huff. He felt no pain, no fear. He felt nothing but purity, peace and joy. He closed his eyes and let himself go.
A sound escaped his throat. A startled choke of pure ecstasy. This is what heaven feels like. He was sure of it. Whatever magic she was using, he couldn't fight it. He didn't want to.
He opened his eyes as she moved her hands over to the wound on his stomach. She hadn't touched him once but his whole body could feel her. Her presence was everywhere. He could almost feel her mind. Elena, he thought, throwing it at her with force.
Her eyes flew open. Those golden eyes filling his vision. Geralt, he heard her voice only in his mind. He laughed loudly. Incredible.
She too beamed at him, the gold in her eyes swirling like an ocean current. Geralt was transfixed.
He didn't know long they sat there; not touching, just gazing back at each other in and endless stream of connection- so aware and in tune with one another.

Finally, Elena's light started to dim and he could feel her warmth slip away from him. Panic unexpectedly rose within him, he didn't want this to end.
Each time she blinked, the gold in her eyes became more blue until he could see her natural gold/brown flecks. His sensitive eyes could still see a faint glow just beneath the surface of her skin, like she was lit from within.
She is so beautiful, he almost couldn't believe she was real. In that moment, Geralt felt utterly inadequate in her presence.

They were still staring at each other. She was looking at him differently, almost as if she was feeling the same as he was.
Suddenly the air around them seemed to shift and charge. It was less peaceful, more electrical. Just like how it felt in a storm, just before the lightening hit. He could feel it flowing between them like a current. His eyes wandered over her fine features, focusing on her lips- slightly parted, her breathing a little faster than before. The tension between them was stifling, the air seemed to press close and heavy all around them. Geralt suddenly found himself wanting to kiss those lips. He had already unconsciously leaned towards her. It would be so easy...
He managed to tear his eyes from her mouth to seek any resistance in her eyes.
There was none. She too had leaned forward; eyes half closed in anticipation.
Fuck it, he thought wildly and closed the space between him, pressing his mouth against hers. She gave a small startled gasp but held herself very still, her eyes fluttering shut. Slowly, as if asking for permission, he gently licked her lips and she parted them willingly, her mouth moving in time with his.

He kissed her slowly, gentler than he had ever been before. Enjoying the feel of her soft lips against his own. He reached for her in the water, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against his body. Her sweet scent invading his senses.
Even in his need to feel her closer to him, he touched her with such care, as if she were a precious and fragile object. Slowly, he ran his hands up her back, caressing and stroking all the way until he was cupping her small face in his hands. Somehow he managed to stop the assault on her mouth and very tenderly kissed his way across her fine cheekbones.
"Geralt," she sighed, her breath fanning deliciously against his face.
The sound made him shudder and he sought her mouth again, kissing her hungrily.
She suddenly broke away from him, gasping for air, her hands griping tightly onto his. They looked so shockingly small against his own. It took all his willpower to drop his hands from her face, shift his body back a few inches and wait. She was taking erratic deep breaths; her chest heaving. Her beautiful mouth was slightly swollen and her eyes were wide and wanting.
The sight of her made him want to kiss her again and again until she begged him to stop.
But he didn't. He simply waited and watched her. Feeling the powerful urge to touch her become more manageable with each passing second.

Elena sank back from him, creating a little more space between them. A shameful expression creeping across her face. "I'm sorry," she murmured, looking down at her hands. "I didn't mean to influence you with my power."
He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. She's sorry!?
Geralt laughed loudly, unable to contain himself.
"You didn't influence me at all... Well, you did. But it certainly had nothing to do with your magic," he said, his voice thick with amusement. This seemed to confuse her momentarily but he could tell from her expression she wouldn't be so easily swayed and she began again by saying, "It's beside the point! You were hurt and weak and I've taken advantage.."
"You've taken advantage! You, with all your innocence and purity. Taken advantage of me? Not possible," he interjected, not believing a word coming from her. She stared at him, her expression confounded. She blushed rather prettily and pretended to look at something across the lake.

"How's your wounds?" She asked, her eyes flashing towards his naked torso, then quickly away. She wanted to change the subject. Fine, he would let her.
He looked down at himself.
There wasn't even a scar. He pawed at himself looking for evidence of the gore that had been there just moments ago, but there was no trace. He got up and moved his arms and shoulders experimentally. Not even any muscle ache.
Unbelievable.
"I feel great... Thank you Elena," He said, smiling down at her- earning another small blush in response. It coloured her skin beautifully. She seemed to be having some difficulty keeping her eyes on him without getting flustered and looking away. Geralt suddenly remembered he was only wearing very wet, and most likely see through breeches.
Poor girl, he thought. I've exposed her to so much today.
"Come! Let's get out of this lake. It's getting cold." He offered her his hand. She took it gently, his fingers tingling at her touch. Their eyes met for a brief moment and Geralt knew she felt it too. They held onto each other until they made it safely back to dry land. And then very slowly and unwillingly, Geralt let her go.

Geralt dressed quickly. His mind and body reeling. What had just happened? Why on earth was he feeling things that had been long forgotten to him?
He was convinced that the elation he was feeling would wear off eventually. He could still feel Elena's power within him. He wondered how long it would take to wear off, and if the feelings he was experiencing now would go with it.
Only time would tell...