solstice

[evil_isevil]

WHO: Geralt, Ubbe and Arya; OTA
WHEN: December 21st - January 10th
WHAT: Winter Festival stuff
WHERE: Gazin and surrounding areas
WARNINGS: Nudity to start, but will update
Note: Starters for each character in the comment section

Comments

[ofwovenstone]

Geralt isn’t the only one who’s had someone on his mind. Cassandra has been thinking about him a lot, as well. And has found herself seeking him out more and more frequently. She likes his company. She likes him. A great deal.

She huffs an amused laugh and gives him a teasing smirk, blue-grey eyes sparkling. “Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary.” The words are playful, although there is a touch of heat in her gaze before she begins gracefully slipping out of her clothes. Layer, by layer. It feels, a bit, as though she’s putting on a show for him, until she is finally clad in nothing at all, the cold making her shiver. She wastes no time in beginning to wade into the hot springs to join him.

[evil_isevil]

If it's a show she's putting on then he is appreciating it fully like he has a couple of times before. She has an exquisite body and not admiring it would make him a fool. Still, Geralt does his best not to gawk but he can feel that stir of arousal as she steps into the steaming pool and towards him like a goddess in a dream.

He waits until she is close gives a little smirk.

"You're much better looking company than the fat lump that tried to join me earlier," he tells her. Geralt didn't say it but he may have chased him off with a threat. "He ended up changing his mind."

Still not sure about this tag but it'll have to do

[ofwovenstone]

It was, in this case, an entirely accidental show, but Cassandra certainly doesn’t mind doing it on purpose. And absolutely will do, later. The quiet appreciation in his amber eyes sends a gentle hum of desire through her, as she wades deeper into the steaming pool.

Oh, she does like his smirk, and answers with another playful little smirk of her own. “Well, I’m very glad to hear it,” she responds in amusement. She has no doubt that Geralt might have chased him off with a threat. “Otherwise I might have had to chase him off myself. I certainly have no intention of sharing this hot spring with anyone else today.” Sinking into the water with a soft, contented sigh, she can’t help but draw a little nearer to him.