[ Pleased by her choice, Geralt hums softly in agreement and shuts the door behind him. He'd really prefer to have her all to himself, too.
Now that she's removing her clothing, he starts in on the more arduous task of doffing his armor. The first to go are his swords, the scabbards loosened from his back by unbuckling the harness over his chest. He takes them in hand and lowers them to the floor, storing them safely against the wall. Next come his gloves, sturdy leather that makes a heavy thwap as he drops each in turn beside his swords.
It barely occurs to him that they haven't yet exchanged names. He's never considered that a necessary prerequisite to sex. ]
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Now that she's removing her clothing, he starts in on the more arduous task of doffing his armor. The first to go are his swords, the scabbards loosened from his back by unbuckling the harness over his chest. He takes them in hand and lowers them to the floor, storing them safely against the wall. Next come his gloves, sturdy leather that makes a heavy thwap as he drops each in turn beside his swords.
It barely occurs to him that they haven't yet exchanged names. He's never considered that a necessary prerequisite to sex. ]