Offer

“Come here Damian” Triss muttered hugging her once lover kissed his cheek, “You need a wife?” “Anything...” and turning her old charm back on climbed onto the God’s lap, “You are just worried and stressed; you could do with an massage... your broad shoulders need delicate hands to massage them!” “Oh yeah...” “Yeah... some candles, oil and a woman to rub against your naked torso!” “The last time you said that I was seduced by those red curls and greenish blue eyes” she brushed her curls from her face before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “And here I thought you liked the lower parts of my body!” “Those eyes once captured me...” “And Geralt but...” she saw the rage still in his eyes with the name Geralt, “He hurt me bad but... nothing worse than what you did...” he looked down before sighing stated, “Doesn’t matter anymore, you had the last laugh!” she held his hand shaking it to gain his attention causing him to look at her she stated causally, “I will accept your proposal but you have to promise me something!” “Ironic because I did last time and...” she didn’t let him finish, instead she stated, “My condition is: we start fresh, before I even called you at the castle and you stop being soo violent to prisoners” he nodded cupping her face which she affectionately embraced before kissing his bloodstained hand her eyes looking into his, “I’m sorry!” the two words she never expected to hear from him, “No I’m sorry, you were right!” “At least you got to live a life!” she nodded before smirking at the thought that even now she still got to live a life and ended up with him, “Just as you and I promised a life then in **** I’m with you!” “Geralt!” he snarled clicking his knuckles but shaking her head she responded calmly, “Don’t worry about him!! Let me deal with him!”