Anielica

Elena

Khron's temple was by far the most beautiful place she had ever been. Not that she had much to compare it to but she couldn't imagine anything more spectacular.
The bathing room was larger than Elena's tiny home. It boasted three separate bathtubs, all decoratively tiled. The largest one, had steps leading down into it. Elena estimated it was about four foot deep. The water was steaming lazily, throwing calming scents of lavender and jasmine into the air. Elena had only ever bathed in the river by her home. She couldn't wait to get in.

Geralt was in the room with her. He too was looking at the largest bath. He then turned his golden gaze upon her and smiled.
Her tummy knotted at the thought of being naked with him. The servants hastily undressed them and took their clothes away. Geralt stood with his back to her. What a sight it was; his back was shapely and muscled in places she didn't know existed. His bottom was round and well toned. Elena felt suddenly insecure as she compared her soft body to his.
"Are you in yet?" He called to her over his shoulder.
"No," she called back, thankful for the privacy. She quickly tiptoed over to the bath, and gingerly dipped a toe in. The water was hot but not unbearable. Satisfied, she descended the steps and gasped as the hot water kissed her thighs. The bath was deep, the water engulfing her body to just below her breasts. There was long benches built into the tiled sides. She slid onto one, the water now coming up to her shoulders.
She turned to face Geralt, he had already turned around. He was even more glorious face on. She blushed as she tried to keep her eyes from his manhood. His white hair was let loose, and it fell freely to his shoulders. He entered the bath slowly, the muscles in his legs bulging as he descended the steps. He sat down on the bottom step, as far away from her as possible.
He flashed a smile at her and reclined back.
"Nice, isn't it?" He asked her with a sigh.
"It's wonderful. I had no idea washing could be so... pleasurable." Geralts eyes widened slightly at the last part. She cleared her throat and looked innocently around for soap. She prayed it wasn't too far away. Luckily, there was various soaps and oils right next to her. She precariously picked one up and sniffed it. It smelled richly of honey and vanilla. Harmless enough.

Acutely aware of Geralts eyes upon her, she began to wash herself shyly. She played it safe and started with her arms. She stole a glance at him, but he had politely closed his eyes.
She smiled and carried on scrubbing herself. She had forgotten how good it felt to be clean, and the warm, scented water felt amazing. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.
She stole another glance at Geralt. He had opened his eyes, he was looking at her with an unreadable expression. She was in the middle of soaping her breasts. She quickly dropped her eyes, embarrassed. Suddenly, Geralt started making his way toward her. She looked up at him hopefully, but instead of reaching for her, he grabbed a soap for himself.
Slightly disappointed, she continued with her cleansing. She picked a different scent for her hair. Raspberries- her favourite. She had washed and rinsed her hair thoroughly and was  just about to get out when a wayward idea popped into her head. "Geralt?" She spoke softly. He was rinsing out his hair.
"Hmmm?"
"Would you soap my back?" She asked innocently. She watched as his limbs dropped to his sides, his eyes narrowing slightly. He was debating it.
"Alright," he said finally, but he made no move to approach her.
Fine. Taking a deep breath, she stood up. She had the satisfaction of watching his eyes pop open when he caught sight of her breasts as she moved towards him. He quickly regained control of his cool demeanour, but she had seen it, and it filled her with confidence to make her move. She stopped just in front of him, he was still seated, so his head was only a little higher than hers. She could feel his knees brush against her thighs.
He was having trouble keeping his eyes on her face. She couldn't help the smile on her face, his eyes narrowing at her suspiciously.
"I know what you're doing," he said flatly.
"What?" Elena feigned innocence.
"Turn around," he ordered, taking the soap from her hand. She obeyed, turning so her thighs brushed his legs more insistently. She thought she heard him grind his teeth and stifled a giggle.

The laughing quickly stopped when she felt his hands on her back. He had lathered his hands and was covering her back with slow, strong movements. She was hot but it sent a shiver up her spine. He then started to slowly knead the muscles in her upper back, earning another soft moan. She felt his hands run down, and farther down until he was caressing her lower back. He placed one hand on her waist to keep her steady as he kneaded with his other.
"Mmmm" Elena felt like she was melting into his hands. He felt it too. He had opened his legs and slid closer to her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She leaned back, and he wrapped his arms around her, his hands sliding around to her abdomen. She felt the hardness of his chest behind her and his lips at her throat. He kissed her gently there, making small shudders run through her body. Her nipples stiffening in the warm water.
She pushed herself back against him hard, and his hands slid up to her breasts in return. Gently squeezing and caressing. Elena hardly recognised the sounds coming from her mouth at this point.
All too quickly Geralt stopped and pushed her sharply away, a half growl coming from him.
"Fuck Elena! You're going to be the death of me." His breath coming raggedly.
Elena was dizzy, she clutched desperately to the side of the bath. Her breathing back to normal, she started to laugh loudly.
"What is so funny?" Geralt asked sharply.
"You'll be the death of me!" Elena said deeply, impersonating him. A smile cracked his serious expression and he splashed water playfully into her face. She laughed hysterically.
"Very funny," he laughed with her. "Let's get out of here before I do something I'll regret."
His mood was still mostly joking but she could hear the serious undercurrents in his voice.
A small pang of hurt shot through her chest. She could never bring herself to regret them being together. The hurt most have shown on her face because he had taken her hand, and kissed it lightly. "Come on... You're getting all wrinkly," he said playfully, examining her water wrinkled hands.

He was right. They got out together, Geralt first and then he helped Elena out by her hand. She gave a small startled gasp as she noticed that he had become erect from their soapy encounter and the sight of it frightened her a little. She wanted him badly but she had no idea what to do with that. Geralt caught her staring and smirked. He helped her into her robe, and planted a quick kiss between her brows.
"Let's eat and see if we can put an end to your temptress ways," he teased, not holding back the fondness in his eyes as he gazed down at her.
"Never," she said confidently, and pulled his head down and kissed him on the mouth.