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They've done this before. And yet, every time it happened between them again, on the very rare occasion, it was different. The first time around, one of them was angry.
The raven haired sorceress was furious, her perfectly neat locks vibrated everytime she took a deep breathe, trying to calm herself in vain. She knew he must have really pleased her dear friend that one time they were together. Was it pleasing enough, however, to warrant these bashful expressions at the very mention of his name? Yennefer glared at Triss Merigold behind her long lashes, contemplating. She resolved into an unpleasant smile too early but had to put her snarl aside in order to greet a sorceress she hasn't seen in ages, judging her choice of clothing, or rather lack thereof, critically.
The banquet was, as expected, as full of secrets and lies as last time, if not a tad more. She gripped Gerlat's arm so tightly, she almost expected him to say something about it, but that just seemed to make him overjoyed. Their declarations of love just moments earlier slipped her mind the second she laid eyes on Triss. They approached her, exchanged pleasantries, spoke about the important events of the evening, namely the other people in the room. When Triss said that one wrong thing, Yennefer's words stung like a bee. She sent Geralt to fetch two goblets of wine. Triss was agitated as Geralt turned to leave, she could feel it in her bones, she knew what's coming.
Despite what happened, which, in truth, for a sorcerer is nothing but a trifle in life, a "minor incident" as she explained to the Witcher (given how they rarely ever settle down with the same partner for long anyways), Yennefer said everything in such sharpness, Triss got visibly paler after each word. They've known each other for years, while they don't use trivial definitions such as "best friends" in lowly, simple human terms, it was as close as it could be to define the two of them. Triss was a much younger sorceress, about half of Yennefer's age, her talent exceeding her age greatly. Never before in her life, had Yennefer felt the need to tell any woman off because of a man, especially not someone she considered a friend. For the most part, no woman was ever worthy to see that side of her, she considered it to be a waste of time and unladylike. Triss, as it turned out, was the one lucky winner. If Yen was to say anything like "And now, shoo" with a wave of her hands in disdain to finally dismiss the other woman like a little puppy, it would bear the same effect. In reality, the one-sided conversation ended with "I think I made myself clear". Triss said nothing, turned on her heel, with her tail between her legs and rushed out of there as if she was on fire.
It was a foreign sight to Yennefer, but nonetheless rewarded her with a little smile of triumph. "And this is the last time I'm ever bothering with anything like this again", she muttered to herself in an unconvincing tone, not quite believing her own words. Little did she know a sharp turn of events would occur that very evening. When Geralt returned with the unwanted goblets of wine, she gave him a piece of her mind as he dared to question her for scolding Triss like that. It started with "Don't try to make a fool out of me. Did you think I don't know about you and her?" and ended up with him being silent as a fish after he tried to protest once, unsuccessfully.
Sometimes she wished he could read her mind in return, then he would probably understand she doesn't resolve to such lowly "womanly feuds" over just anyone. Granted, it wasn't much of a feud, but it was close enough for her to even think about it as one.
That night, Geralt made love to her over and over again. Her body couldn't possibly take anymore, but she pushed through, not letting it be a barrier for the third and fourth orgasms. She needed him, she wanted him, she loved him. She would force her body to push through four more if she knew she's not going to see him after that night for a very long time, once again. Sadly, she had no idea that was destined to be their fate, so after a very long night, they finally fell asleep.
She awoke soon after, sitting up on the bed. She stared back at that ragdoll, lying abandoned on the desk beside their bed. She was weary. To her disappointment, it was still the middle of the night, the moonshine reflecting on the diamond attached to her neck. Ciri, Geralt, something in the air didn't feel right. Before they fell asleep, she dismissed Geralt's fear for Ciri, telling him there's no need to be afraid. She scoffed at her own words and adjusted her body, sitting higher up in the bed, regaining consciousness by the minute. The blanket, which a minute ago was covering her breasts, slipped down her body, causing a shiver down her spine at the burst of cold wind coming out of the window. Wrapping herself in a robe and sliding into a pair of slippers, she decided to take a walk.
When she accidently bumped into Triss in one of the corridors of the tower on her way outside, she could never foresee what would happen next. Triss seemed to be in a hurry, going somewhere, still dressed in her evening gown, and yet, upon seeing her friend, she stopped, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Listen, Yennefer, I…" She finished the sentence with a gasp as she got pinned against the wall softly, Yennefer hovering over her in spirit if not in body as they were the same height.
She meant to hug the chestnut haired woman, perhaps apologize, but something shifted in her, it was a mix of anger and regret, guilt and sheer love. So they stayed standing like that, their faces a mere inch from one another, breathing heavily and looking at each other, burning violet eyes against piercing Cornflower blue ones.
Yennefer smelt of Geralt, of sex, of fear and resolution. Triss smelt of something fresh, honeydew, mulled wine, she couldn't pinpoint the exact scent but she oddly found it attractive. Triss started shivering, Yen moved closer out of instinct, to keep her warm, their bodies pressing flush against each other at this point, breasts heaving in unison, and yet none dared to move or break the trance. The tension in the air was almost visible, like an orb cascading them both. It was that of anger, repent, forgiveness, a debt.
And then one of them leaned in. In retrospect, neither of them could remember how it happened or who made the first move. At first, the kiss was tentative, exploring, soft lips brushing soft lips, Triss softly nipping at Yennefer's lower lip, teasing. Hands started roaming, Triss putting hers on Yen's lower back, Yen softly letting her hands slip and grasp Triss's ass, squeezing and sighing into the other woman's mouth at the sensation of soft skin filling her palms beneath the dress. They explored slowly, bodies grinding against each other, Yennefer's hard nipples pressing against Triss's. It turned frantic and feverish the second Yennefer could feel Triss's fingers gently parting her inner thighs through her now open robe, hovering over her wet slit like a ghost, waiting.
All Yennefer had to do is moan into Triss's mouth in approval and that's all it took. Yen quickly unfastened the upper part of the other woman's dress, eager to cup her soft breasts and feel it filling her palm. Triss in turn, was doing quick work on Yennefer's clit, rubbing and letting her grind all over her hand. Feeling how wet she was, she bit Yen near her collarbone, groaning like an animal at the sensation of her nipples being deliciously tortured by Yennefer's fingers, squeezing her breasts and brushing a thumb over each nipple, gently flicking then twisting them with a thumb and a forefinger.
They found each other's mouth again, tongues wetly dancing against each other, moaning, panting, and barely breathing. When Triss plunged two fingers inside Yennefer, the obscene sound of her wetness echoed through the corridor, encouraging her to thrust harder, faster, making sure the base of her palm is rubbing against her clit the whole time.
Yennefer smelt like Geralt, his scent making their heated coupling that much more intoxicating for them both. Yennefer parted Triss's knees with her thigh, allowing her to grind over it, realizing she had no knickers on as she felt the other woman's wetness dripping over her own thigh. She kissed down her neck, open mouthed kisses, nibbling and biting every bit of exposed flesh, finally reaching her goal and slipping a nipple into her mouth, biting mercilessly just to hear the other woman gasp for air in pain, then soothing the very same pain by running her tongue over the aching nipple, flicking and licking gently, starting the whole process over and over again. While being well aware that Geralt is as much as moving force in this as both of them are, oddly, Yennefer didn't seem to mind at all.
Triss came first, grinding frantically on Yennefer's thigh, her tortured, deliciously aching nipples, red due to all the abuse making her orgasm linger in such a way, she felt her clit throbbing for hours later. Yennefer felt Triss coming, her wetness dripping down her thigh and mixing with her own, she quickly kissed her, biting her lower lip effectively to swallow her loud moans, afraid of waking up everyone sleeping in the tower, namely Geralt.
Yennefer, still moving in rhythm with Triss's hand, who kept fucking her with her fingers vigorously despite her draining orgasm, made sure her breasts were chafing against the other woman's already tortured nipples, making the sensation of the latter's orgasm last for much longer. She came with a loud moan, Triss's palm rubbing against her clit just right, her hands shooting up to grab a handful of Chestnut, almost auburn hair, piercing the Cornflower blue eyes with her own violet ones. And then, there was nothing but panting. Triss reached out to brush Yen's raven black curls out of her eyes, not dropping her gaze. Their noses touched, bodies still flushed against one another.
"Triss!" they both startled upon hearing a voice down the corridor. They both recognized it, however judging by Triss's eyes, Yennefer knew she was expecting to hear it. Keira Metz.
"Bloody hell… Triss!" Keira Metz called once more, her voice nearer, obviously moving towards them, casting a spell quickly to illuminate the dark corridor a moment later.
They were both reluctant to move, neither wanted to step away, the light flashing in their eyes forced them to however, as they quickly adjusted their clothes. Triss efficiently fastened Yennefer's robe, Yennefer in turn adjusting the upper part of Triss's dress, covering her breasts, mindlessly teasing her nipples by brushing her hand over the sensitive skin of the other woman who was still pinned against the wall, a faint smile appearing on her face when she realized what Yen was doing.
Yennefer smiled devilishly in return, brushed a hand against Triss's hard nipple again, watching Triss tense, biting her lip. She leaned in swiftly, close enough for her lips to touch Triss's ear, "Just something to remember me by."
With that, she turned on her heel and left, hurrying down the corridor, careful, evading Keira's illuminating ball of light.
"Who was that? I was looking for you, we need to go. They're waiting for us." Was the last thing Yennefer heard before shutting the door to her room and slipping back in bed beside Geralt, who was still sound asleep.
"So much for my walk…" she slumped into the mattress, covering herself with the blanket up to her chin, careful not to stir too much. The Witcher wasn't the only one with scruples that night.