Take her hand

"Fine," Geralt muttered. He took her hand and stood up.

Shani grinned happily. Still singing softly, she took his hand and placed it on her waist, then entwined the other in hers. Slowly but firmly, she began guiding him through a gentle waltz, deftly avoiding Geralt's two left feet. "You can hold me a little tighter than that, Geralt," she murmured.

He obliged and pulled her closer, and her breasts brushed against his bandaged chest. He heard her breathing quicken almost imperceptibly, and when her green eyes met his her singing faltered briefly. A slight blush rose to her cheeks, before she looked away and resumed singing.

Shani continued leading Geralt through the paces of the waltz, and gradually his movements became a little less wooden. Slowly, he relaxed a little, and they continued to dance until Shani's voice trailed off at the end of the song. The voices outside had long since faded into the distance.

They stayed locked together for a moment, neither willing to move away. Slowly, Geralt watched Shani's lips part. The tip of her tongue darted out, wetting them as she looked up at him. Standing on her tip-toes, Shani placed a soft kiss on his lips. Lingering there, Geralt pulled her closer to him, pressing their chests together.

Pulling back, Shani smiled nervously. "You need to shave, your beard tickles."

"Hm," Geralt murmured in acknowledgement, pulling her back into another kiss. He felt Shani melt into his arms, the tension flowing out of her body as his hands slid down her back. Letting go of him, Shani opened up her dressing gown and brushed it off her shoulders.

Naked except for her caduceus choker, Shani put a hand on her slim waist and cocked her hips as Geralt drank in her slender, alabaster body. "I told you I'd reciprocate," she smiled.