[F4M] [GWA Script Offer] Basilisk Skin Shoes [The Witcher] [Fanfiction], [Fantasy]; [Vanilla],[Sweet]; [Relaxing],[Comforting]. [Healer]. [No spoilers].
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No spoilers, no names, no specific time and place, not even hair colour mentioned, LOL; just generic fluffy encounter between Yennefer (the speaker) and Geralt (the listener) after a hard day’s work. A fireplace, a bath, all that…

Also, I have no idea what happens in the video game, I was building on the book. :D If you are not familiar with either, all you need to know is that the listener is a professional monster hunter (chemically… altered as a child and very well trained) and the speaker/his lover is a witch, and _it’s complicated_.

About 1 300 words, cuts, changes and improvisation are welcome!
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There you are at last… GODS, what cesspool have you dragged yourself through?!

And you think that you can just show up like that… What is it you are holding in front of you, like a shield, anyway?

{Gasps} Basilisk skin!..

{Happy girl mode} My darling! Mwah-mwah-mwah! I cannot believe that you have really put yourself in such a grave danger, diving head first into some noisome pit swarming with carnivorous eels, gigantic leeches and whatnot simply because you wanted your woman to have a new pair of pretty shoes?!!{Clapping enthusiastically… Happy girl mode off}

Idiot.

You know that I’d much rather not have another pair of those stupid basilisk skin shoes than spend hours patching you up now? And that I can afford dressing you in basilisk skin head to toe if you only let me? To say nothing of the fact that your collection of scars is extensive enough as it is, and I don’t want it to grow any bigger on my account… Unlike some other things…

Still capable of grinning at a crude joke… Good. Looks like you’ll live, after all.

And don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m not grateful, I am. Please, please tell me that you didn’t do that just for the shoes.

Good. Did they pay you well, at least? A-ha. But they let you keep the skin… Marvelous. How fucking generous of them. I love your job. Well, at least you survived.

You’ll be the death of me. So, first things first… Bath, now. You stink. Take it all off, this instant.

Oooh, in the name of wonder, you cannot even move your left arm now… let me help you out of it. Ugh. Why do I not keep a maid? We’ll have to cut through this shirt, too…

Turn around… Nice… just perfect… these scratches are half inch deep… it’s like you’ve spent a night with a.. I don’t know! If you could see them… no, you won’t be more careful next time anyway, you don’t do _careful_.  If you have no regard for my feelings and your own flesh, think of… this nice coat. I know you, deep down you are as much of a dandy as your friend the bloody bard, you are just too proud to admit it. You’ll need a new one. Coat, not friend.

Speaking of whom. He stopped by the other day, he was looking for you. The idiot still winks at me sometimes, he cannot help it, even knowing that he couldn’t possibly handle me. Maybe I should find out if he really is as good as he boasts and sleep with him, after all? {Laugh} Ohohoho! Don’t you grab me like that when you haven’t yet taken your bath. You want to ruin my dress, too? ‘Maybe’? The forth word you spoke since you arrived. I just love your eloquence.

In the bath, now. Don’t move, I’ll help you… I’m really looking forward to the day when you finally lose some muscle… these arms and shoulders scream some highly dangerous profession… A tailor or a baker wouldn’t have such chest either… Ooooh… You do look good naked, in spite of all the scars… or maybe because of them… Stand up… easy, easy, you’re splashing water all over the floor… Why, hello… {Laugh} I cannot believe it. You are half alive, half bled and half asleep, yet this hard… A huge, _huge_ compliment. One can say, of course, that you are _that_ tough, but let me just for the moment think that I am _that_charming.

Sit down again, I’m not finished.

Let’s make this hair the colour they are supposed to be… I like your hair, you know…

I’m not _wasting_ the soap. I’m doing us both a favour. I’m not taking to my bed someone this filthy… literally. If you see it that way, I’ll waste more on you… and some oil, too, later… and perfume… so that when you leave tomorrow everyone you meet on your way will know that you spent the night with a very, very fine lady…

I like it when you lay back like that, eyes closed, hair clinging to your shoulders in these streaks… A beast at rest… Rest, rest while you can… When you finally get yourself killed, I shall be very, very sad. Now, get out of the water.

{Kiss} Wait a bit. You still need tending. And cover up. You butt is just a bit too distracting.

Lay back, put your arm here and be still. All right… here, bite down on this… No? Fine, as you will, but this might _sting_like_a_bitch_… {Wound cleaning SFX} Here you are, taking it all like a… a witcher. I’d ask what they put in the water in Kaer Morchen, but I know exactly what.

Are you sure you don’t want something to bite down on for the stitching? Don’t play hero. I already know you are tough. For the last time: to you want something? {Laugh} No, my neck won’t do!

All right, all right… Be still. {Stitching SFX} Now off with the sheet, let those minor scratches breathe, too… Well, well, well, now I understand why you are not bleeding anymore. That’s where all the blood went… Really? Now? Tempting, though… quite tempting… One sword for the monsters, one sword for the humans, and this one for me…  Shame to waste it, huh? Do you mind if I – like your friend would painfully corny call it – Do you mind if I just sheath myself on it?..

{Gasp, moan} I missed this. {From this moment on – sexy stuff; improvise}

The only thing, perhaps, that makes us really look like humans… If someone peeked through the window now… someone on very long stilts… he’d see only a man, a stunningly handsome man, by the way, and a beautiful, beautiful woman, idyllically riding him, grinding her hips against his… gliding her palms with fingers spread wide all over his chest, his face, running her fingers through his hair… and leaning in from time to time… to kiss him, long and deep… all the while moving ever so slowly up and down, up and down, up and down, like a flower on slightly troubled waters…

Little would he know about who we really are and just how fucking far from an idyllic romance this is… Shhh… No talking… We’ll fight later when you are better… Just take it now for what it is… Imagine yourself inside some ballad where everything is so much prettier than in the real world as we know it…

You came to me smelling like a pigpen, you’ll leave this room smelling like sex, like me…

Oh please, lie still… and keep your hands to yourself, too… I can take care of my own pleasure and tonight is all about you… Take it as a part of the healing process… Give in, don’t hold back and come… Come and sleep… regain your strength and then we’ll talk.

I cannot let all your suffering go to waste, come to think of it. We’ll have those shoes made, after all… You remembered that I wore such shoes the day we first met, and that means something… Well, I didn’t actually _wear_ them, but you know…  I’ll even let slide the idea that you should bring me something, anything besides yourself… Yes, I did have a terrible case of morning after, and the apple juice you brought was very… useful… But it’s different! Don’t nitpick. So, we’ll have a new pair made, and I shall wear them to dinner –nothing but the shoes… and then to bed… when you are hopefully a bit more feisty… a bit more rough… and passionate… and alive… and awake…

Sleep, witcher. I… like you. A lot.