( geralt moves onto his side as well, mirroring her position and staring at her in silence. they should both probably remove their clothes and clean up but now that he's on the bed and she's with him, he finds that he doesn't want to go anywhere else.

he sighs and reaches across, the fingers of one of his hands brushing against her front. he can't stop a laugh that spills out at her observation. )

You wouldn't think it was a bed in a house in a city that revolves around sex and sexual activity. Sometimes, you can forget that that world's out there.