[ In theory, they shouldn't work, Yennefer made of fire and Istredd made more of air, but air does fan the fire and sex was never their problem. In fact, it is always where they have been their clearest with one another, impossible to hide behind clever words or awkward tension. Istredd has never been one for lust, he's barely felt it outside of her, but damned if she isn't already in his veins. If their kiss had been anything but tender during their first reunion, it might have gone differently, because he would have to be dead not to react to her like this.
He grins at her when she says he has to replace her underwear and he will, but it will be fun doing so because they'll have to remember this. And maybe he'll just ruin the next pair too. The passion between them is enough to make him stop breathing entirely and it's his bed they're on. Although he suspects a part of her would love to be on Lucifer's instead, a further stamp of her possession of him, but he still has to live with the man after this. The violation of their brief passion in his mind would be enough. Istredd will feel bad except a part of him won't.
He does laugh out loud when she rips his clothes right back but it is only fair. Istredd is built much stronger than the last time they were like this, his decades of travel and work giving him more than just a new beard. He finds himself desperate for her approval and attention, hurriedly pulling the last of his tunic off and tossing it somewhere. Now that she is opening to him so easily he does touch her, wet as she is, pushing two fingers into her right away. Istredd knows she hates being treated with kid gloves and they are both so starved. He rolls his hips into the bed instead of into her since he is still wearing layers.
He sits up so he can push her skirts up, and he is smart enough to rip the rest of her clothes off, but he is not treating any of it gently either. He needs it off. The way she preened for him means he needs to see her full body stretched out underneath him. Istredd's never actually seen this version of her naked, not that he hungers for it any more than usual. ]
Off, don't make me force you to walk away in my clothes.
[ Although the way Istredd looks at her, maybe he'd love exactly that. Really all he wants to do is look at her and it is clear he likes what he sees, hard against her under the fabric, out of breath. ]
Gods, I missed you.
[ He can say that now they are in the midst of passion, although she knows it has always been true, but he needs this. Istredd has been fighting for this, building to her surrender and her power over him. He kisses her pouty lips and pushes his fingers deep inside of her again, biting at that perfect lower lip of hers. He has never been with her like this but it's right for them now. No longer children. Adults with anger and passion. ]
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He grins at her when she says he has to replace her underwear and he will, but it will be fun doing so because they'll have to remember this. And maybe he'll just ruin the next pair too. The passion between them is enough to make him stop breathing entirely and it's his bed they're on. Although he suspects a part of her would love to be on Lucifer's instead, a further stamp of her possession of him, but he still has to live with the man after this. The violation of their brief passion in his mind would be enough. Istredd will feel bad except a part of him won't.
He does laugh out loud when she rips his clothes right back but it is only fair. Istredd is built much stronger than the last time they were like this, his decades of travel and work giving him more than just a new beard. He finds himself desperate for her approval and attention, hurriedly pulling the last of his tunic off and tossing it somewhere. Now that she is opening to him so easily he does touch her, wet as she is, pushing two fingers into her right away. Istredd knows she hates being treated with kid gloves and they are both so starved. He rolls his hips into the bed instead of into her since he is still wearing layers.
He sits up so he can push her skirts up, and he is smart enough to rip the rest of her clothes off, but he is not treating any of it gently either. He needs it off. The way she preened for him means he needs to see her full body stretched out underneath him. Istredd's never actually seen this version of her naked, not that he hungers for it any more than usual. ]
Off, don't make me force you to walk away in my clothes.
[ Although the way Istredd looks at her, maybe he'd love exactly that. Really all he wants to do is look at her and it is clear he likes what he sees, hard against her under the fabric, out of breath. ]
Gods, I missed you.
[ He can say that now they are in the midst of passion, although she knows it has always been true, but he needs this. Istredd has been fighting for this, building to her surrender and her power over him. He kisses her pouty lips and pushes his fingers deep inside of her again, biting at that perfect lower lip of hers. He has never been with her like this but it's right for them now. No longer children. Adults with anger and passion. ]