[Geralt's hand is wandering up her side toward the contraption she wears. Easier to remove than a corset, but challenging in its own way. His hand slips under the band of it, taking his time.
His focus is on feeling her, the contrast of her warmth and soft skin against his cool, calloused ends is an endless fascination for him. He feels her start to open into the kiss and it makes him hum, softly.
When she speaks, it's almost as if he's awoken from a trance. His eyes are dull, he looks confused.]
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His focus is on feeling her, the contrast of her warmth and soft skin against his cool, calloused ends is an endless fascination for him. He feels her start to open into the kiss and it makes him hum, softly.
When she speaks, it's almost as if he's awoken from a trance. His eyes are dull, he looks confused.]
Why wouldn't it be?