Time for the real thing

As classes ended and everyone gathered to leave, Avery felt a huge arm drape itself over her shoulder.

Snapping her head t the perpetrator, Avery was about to tell Geralt off before she realized just how nice it felt to be touched by such a powerful man.

"What're you doing?" She asked, shifting to her other leg and unconsciously moving closer to him.

He gave a confident grin.

"I was thinking you could come to my place." He said, pulling her closer before bringing his hand down to her waist, making Avery's heartbeat quicken.

It wasn't an odd request. They'd play video-games together fairly often, but the context and Geralt's grabbiness made her realize the implications.

This wasn't Geralt, he was being too damn brazen. He'd never made a move on her before, certainly never grabbed her like this, but...

Avery started breathing harder, desperately trying to come up with some excuse to not have to think about this any more, but then Geralt grabbed her chin lightly to tilt her face towards him and Avery couldn't help but melt from how powerless she was in comparison to him.

"Since you're not getting it Avery, I'll make it simple." He said in a lightly mocking tone, "We are going to my place, now."

Avery felt a thrill of deep pleasure from being commanded, and she nodded, barely believing herself as she did so.

And so they made their way home, those on the bus staring at her being held so blatantly, but soon they were in Geralt's home.

After a passing hello to his mother Geralt led her into his room, and Avery was blushing at this point, her heart about to beat out of her chest.

Then she heard the click of a lock behind her.