[ but that is what makes them such a pair, isn't it? that she wants the rise that he refuses to give, and that the refusal is his own way of rising back. perhaps that's why it worked as long as it did, why it kept them equal rather than one or the other way - he was just as petty as she was, in his own way. knew just what buttons to push, and how effective they would be.
and it's masterful, really - that istredd would want her attention, her full attention, so even subconsciously he goes for her ego. that jealous wave that rises and rises and refuses to let her think, or do, anything else. and it's true - for nearly everything he has tried to discuss with her since arriving here, she has all but shrugged him off - taking to drinking glasses of wine and shooting down every new idea he's brought to the table. on the good nights, she entertains his theories, but the conclusion is all the same: he should keep reading, he should keep looking, but none of it is important enough to reach her attention.
now, though; now is different. now the only thing on her mind is this. on the fact that istredd is putting himself, and by association ciri, in danger. on the fact istredd is doing this knowing that he's putting himself in danger. on the fact that istredd is here, breathing and alive and close, and that she finally feels known and finally feels here and that he's still not backing away from any of it.
and she knows where he is going with all of this - that he wants to have them both on equal ground, that he wants them to work together, that he wants to remove any and all barriers between them and this working. objectively she knows it is best for it to work that way, that he isn't wrong, but gods. she doesn't want him to be right. she doesn't want to make it feel like she's relenting.
because that isn't what this is. she isn't relenting. she is proving a point and that point is that when she tugs, he leans forward without any resistance. that when she kisses him, his arm is around her waist. she doesn't know for sure about any potential telepathic bond, but she does know that in this, she is staking a claim. marking her territory. istredd kisses her like he's just as hungry for it, and yennefer meets him. drives him. it feels a bit like a dam breaking, years and years of desire that has felt like it's always been there, but more than that, the feeling that this is okay. there will be no questions after, no worries that she's said too much or acted some way. it is istredd, this is istredd, and just as his hand dives back into her dark curls, her arms go around his neck, her kisses more bite than anything else as she pulls her body against him, as she drags him closer.
whether it is because she is pulling or because he is pushing, they end up back up against something. it could be a table, it could be against either his or lucifer's bed, hells, it could just be the wall, but yennefer doesn't really care. she needs the leverage to push, to use that to hold her to him as her hands are grasping for fabric, for clothes, as her nails dig into the skin at the bottom of his neck. she kisses him like she has no other option and gods it feels good. better than she will ever admit to, really - knowing that this remains. that this is the same. that no matter what she's done or what decisions she's made, this can still be her's.
the feeling is intoxicating, really. and for now she can't get enough. ]
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and it's masterful, really - that istredd would want her attention, her full attention, so even subconsciously he goes for her ego. that jealous wave that rises and rises and refuses to let her think, or do, anything else. and it's true - for nearly everything he has tried to discuss with her since arriving here, she has all but shrugged him off - taking to drinking glasses of wine and shooting down every new idea he's brought to the table. on the good nights, she entertains his theories, but the conclusion is all the same: he should keep reading, he should keep looking, but none of it is important enough to reach her attention.
now, though; now is different. now the only thing on her mind is this. on the fact that istredd is putting himself, and by association ciri, in danger. on the fact istredd is doing this knowing that he's putting himself in danger. on the fact that istredd is here, breathing and alive and close, and that she finally feels known and finally feels here and that he's still not backing away from any of it.
and she knows where he is going with all of this - that he wants to have them both on equal ground, that he wants them to work together, that he wants to remove any and all barriers between them and this working. objectively she knows it is best for it to work that way, that he isn't wrong, but gods. she doesn't want him to be right. she doesn't want to make it feel like she's relenting.
because that isn't what this is. she isn't relenting. she is proving a point and that point is that when she tugs, he leans forward without any resistance. that when she kisses him, his arm is around her waist. she doesn't know for sure about any potential telepathic bond, but she does know that in this, she is staking a claim. marking her territory. istredd kisses her like he's just as hungry for it, and yennefer meets him. drives him. it feels a bit like a dam breaking, years and years of desire that has felt like it's always been there, but more than that, the feeling that this is okay. there will be no questions after, no worries that she's said too much or acted some way. it is istredd, this is istredd, and just as his hand dives back into her dark curls, her arms go around his neck, her kisses more bite than anything else as she pulls her body against him, as she drags him closer.
whether it is because she is pulling or because he is pushing, they end up back up against something. it could be a table, it could be against either his or lucifer's bed, hells, it could just be the wall, but yennefer doesn't really care. she needs the leverage to push, to use that to hold her to him as her hands are grasping for fabric, for clothes, as her nails dig into the skin at the bottom of his neck. she kisses him like she has no other option and gods it feels good. better than she will ever admit to, really - knowing that this remains. that this is the same. that no matter what she's done or what decisions she's made, this can still be her's.
the feeling is intoxicating, really. and for now she can't get enough. ]