Peace in the Thunder

So far everything was going smoothly, though her guard wasn’t entirely down. Just because things were going well now didn’t mean that at any moment Geralt wouldn’t come racing through the door in an angry fit. She did her best to push those thoughts out of her mind and just live in the moment with Rene.

She was about to say something in response to his words, but then found herself lost in the kiss and entirely speechless, a state that Rene often left her in, something she desperately missed from their time apart. With Rene things were so easy, not mechanical and forced like with Geralt. A smile lingered on her face as he stopped kissing her to tell her he had missed her terribly.

Oh, how I’ve longed for this moment, and now that it’s finally here…. She couldn’t help but think about how badly missing him would hurt now that she’d had a taste again, not that she’d have it any other way, but the sooner they figured out a way to get rid of Geralt without hurting their families, the sooner she would finally be happy.

She followed Rene to the kitchen, her hand securely nestled in his. The simple act of cooking together felt so domestic, so ordinary, yet it was a precious moment they rarely got to share. She couldn't help but smile as he spun her into a chair, their playful banter a welcome distraction from the storm raging outside.

I’m afraid it’s not much, but I didn’t want to give us away by over preparing for the trip, if the food stores seemed like I was preparing for more than myself. Always having to think ten steps ahead of Geralt, but there was definitely enough to feed them.