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Garlet the Witcheress had spent most of her years on the path. Settling down in Touissant never crossed her mind, let alone owning the Corvo Bianco vineyard she received as partial payment from Duchess Anna Henrietta after accepting one of the most challenging contracts to date.
Although she yearned for the path, a part of her longed for a life where she could grow old, centuries at a time, with Yennefer by her side. But there were always monsters to slay and condemn to the hell from whence they came.
She basks in the sunlight most days, while tending to the vineyard with her live-in residents. It's a refreshing change to the life she's accustomed to living. Some days she'll unsheathe her swords, keeping her senses honed. However, there was only so much satisfaction she could gain from annihilating training dummies, so she often set off with Roach in search for more challenging targets. It works to an extent, and when it does, she relishes it.
This temporary bliss amongst Toussaint's green pastures and colourful scenery could only offer so much. Something was missing. Sending word to Yennefer had been easy enough, but seeing the sorceress' face to face after months of being apart was sure confirmation that she was the missing piece. Be it temporary or permanent, any amount of time would do, as long as they were together.
Yennefer had arrived a week ago, a welcoming surprise. She settled in straight away, found a comfortable spot over-looking the vineyard and ordered wine from the cellar, causing quite the stir with her presence as much as Garlet did when she first stepped foot on the estate. Both equally as powerful as each other, two prominent figures in history, feared by many, were now residing in the sunniest part of Touissant like a loved-up married couple on their honeymoon.
This place suited Yennefer, minus the sun that played havoc on her pale complexion and the fact her usual black attire left her wilting under the heat. Since her arrival, she's resorted to drinking wine under the shade, head stuck in a tome or a decent novel, while admiring the view from their vineyard. Not to mention Garlet's voluntary hospitality, ensuring she needn't lift a finger.
Today the sun is out, accompanied by a cool breeze. Yennefer is in her usual spot, splayed out on the settee, wine and novel in hand underneath an oak tree. While Garlet lays peacefully in the grass, catching the sun's rays. Her skin glows with a warm tan now that she's been in Toussaint for over two months. Yennefer seems to like her change in complexion, but then again she admires everything about the witcheress, flaws and all.
Ever since she arrived, they've made love almost every night, but their days consist of expressing love with words rather than actions of pure passion.
Garlet has her eyes closed, her senses alive no matter how hard she tries to zone out. She can feel Yennefer's heavy stare. The scent of lilac and gooseberries enveloping her despite their distances. Yennefer stirs, violet eyes marvelling at Garlet laying with her cotton shirt unbuttoned. The view of her partly exposed torso looks more enticing than the valley stretched before them, the chiselled planes of her abdomen move in time with her breathing, it's hard for her not to notice.
Before her thoughts fall from her lips, Garlet interjects gently. 'Admiring the view, Yen?' She asks with a wry curl of her lips, sensing the sorceress' response to this.
Yennefer slams her book shut and moves to join Garlet on the grass below. Something that Garlet could only make her do involuntarily. She dips herself down and hovers above the witcheress, cheeks flushed from both the wine and the heat. Garlet thinks she almost resembles an angel now that her head is blocking out the sun, with luscious locks of hair draped around her shoulders.
'A chalice of fine wine with an engrossing novel never suffices, especially when you're lying there in such a fashion. I was beginning to envy the elements for caressing you,' Yennefer replies, tracing a prominent scar slashed across the witcheress' cheekbone with a slender finger.
'Funny, I was just thinking how much I envy your clothes for being so close to you,' Garlet retorts lightheartedly.
Yennefer's gentle touch - although minimal - still sets her alight. More than ever now that Yennefer's hand has found its way underneath her shirt, pressing firmly against the bunched muscles of her abdomen, constricting ever so slightly.
Although the sun is providing enough heat to light a fire, Garlet still feels the sensation of goosebumps trailing after her lover's touch. She doesn't see it but Yennefer - being near - notices the subtle changes within Garlet's amber eyes - the sudden dilation of her slitted pupils.
'Shit, Yen. Keep going like this, and I'll have no choice but to take you right here, right now,' Garlet growls, making a poor effort at controlling her arousal now that Yennefer's hand is skimming over her bra and filling itself with an ample breast.
Barely holding it together herself, Yennefer quickly withdraws her wandering hand and bites down on her bottom lip. A slyness present in her eyes when Garlet frowns at the absence of her touch.
'Oh, darling. A dual price to pay for being so tantalising. Although I'm sure, it wouldn't make a difference if you fucked me right here. What with all the noises you make when we're trysting the night away in our quarters,' the sorceress teases, catching the half-a-smile on Garlet's lips before she lays her head down on her chest. Smiling when she hears the cause of her teasing has Garlet's heart thrumming inside her chest.
Garlet gets a pleasant whiff of perfume and sighs. 'It's hardly a tryst if you're equally as noisy. If I recall correctly, the way you screamed my name had our residents thinking I was being murdered. You should've seen the looks on their faces, Yen.' Garlet chuckles and Yennefer - who's shushing loudly - playfully slaps her cheek. Garlet catches the sorceress' hand and kisses her pulse point. 'Poor Barnabas had to cover that one up quickly,' she continued.
'Oh shush you,' Yennefer responds, slightly defeated. The sorceress lets out a low hum of amusement as she recalls the memory of it.
Garlet had her bent over against the headboard while she took her pleasantly from behind. One slightly calloused hand gripping her shoulder while the other twirled endlessly inside her. Bodies sheened with sweat, the sound of her wetness, their unified breathlessness and Garlet panting while she whispered salacious words into her ear. Then her shaky voice magnified the moment she came all over Garlet's talented fingers.
She did scream Garlet's name, several times, accompanied with the witcheress' outcries of pleasure. Her moans usually stifled by the witcheress' gentle hands or pillowy lips but both caught up in the moment, were oblivious to the fact that the windows were wide open. Which of course - at an early hour - caused quite the commotion with the vineyards residence. Barnabas saved them the embarrassment by assuring everyone that Garlet had suffered a temporary seizure, which sent Yennefer into a state of panic.
If they bought it or not, it didn't matter. Being in love and displaying it shamelessly to the world was their way of giving everyone the finger. It's a wonder their clothes are still attached to their persons'.
Garlet gives Yennefer a gentle squeeze, rousing her from the daydream. Her wit almost lost in the memory of their heated love-making. 'Well, since you're complaining I'll think twice about moaning at all. Perhaps I'll fake it next time,' the sorceress said shrewdly, earning her another gentle squeeze at the hip.
'Ouch, Yen. Faking it is just as worse as driving a stake through my chest. But we both know your thinking capabilities are next to nothing while I'm fucking you,' the witcheress states, planting a kiss on Yennefer's head, with black tresses fluttering in the breeze.
Yennefer manages to grin because it's painfully true. Such a pathetic weakness on her behalf although she won't admit it openly. 'Always with a tongue to match your sword,' the sorceress says, dragging her fingernails across Garlet's exposed midriff, slow as to draw out a particular reaction.
'Mmm...you know me too well,' Garlet hums. The witcheress almost gasps at the harshness of it, her muscles writhing underneath Yennefer's now feather-light touches. She tickles the sensitive spot just underneath the witcheress' armpit, drawing out a light flutter of laughter from her lips. Pain and pleasure all in one, something the sorceress was adept at giving and it's just the reaction she was after.
They don't linger any longer in the sunlight, mainly because Yennefer's skin won't handle prolonged exposure to it. Heat radiates from her clothing, minute frizz of her ebony hair was a sure sign for her to return to the shade once again.
Although the settee was a mere few metres away, Garlet scoops Yennefer up like a baby and carries her there. Hospitality and effortless strength at its finest. Yennefer swivels herself, so her back rests against the settee, while Garlet looks like she's ready to pounce on her prey.
'You know, you should take this off. It's a damn hindrance to your body,' Garlet whines, leaning over to pull gently on Yennefer's heavy, leather-bound jacket while her fingers fumble over the row of buttons at its centre. Earlier on, Garlet had untied the fur piece from her shoulders and convinced her to remove her gloves, declaring her distaste for anything that covered the sorceress' body, along with pointing out the fact that snow didn't exist in Touissant. A fine observation on her behalf.
'I'm sure you would enjoy that. Forgive me for being so selfish, but this counts as revenge for luring me into thinking I can have you under the sun for all of Touissant to see,' the sorceress states, a hint of lust making its appearance with the tilt of a perfectly groomed eyebrow.
Leaving more to the imagination was what made the sorceress more alluring, and Yennefer was very much aware of her effects on the vulnerable witcheress. It was cruel to deprive her of a view, but then again she was just as tempting, laying there exposing her statuesque form in the first place.
'Who said you couldn't? You can have me any time, any place, under the sun, under the moon. Under...you,' she smirks, earning her another slap, this time on her thigh.
They shouldn't be doing this in the open, but Yennefer makes a lazy attempt at making any wise choices, especially when the witcheress starts unbuttoning her shirt slowly in front of her. Violet eyes widening with sheer, carnal delight.
'My my...such an incorrigible tease. I suggest you tread lightly though, darling. You wouldn't want the entire vineyard to think you're being murdered again.' Yennefer's breath hitches as she struggles to tear her gaze from the woman's exposed torso. Her lips are curling at the sight of Garlet now that she's parting her legs with her knee.
The sorceress' eyes travel the length of Garlet's body, losing count of how many times she finds a new scar. It's worrying, yes, but it adds to her rugged beauty nonetheless. She's studied every inch of the witcheress' body with her hands, mostly in private. Now that she's acquired a healthy, sun-kissed glow, the scars are more noticeable. Although she thinks they would look better with her tongue tracing them.
Garlet makes a bold move by removing the cotton shirt from her broad shoulders, revealing the taut muscles in her arms and the bra Yennefer finds herself dying to tear off. Her long braid of ashen hair dangles behind her, swaying in the cool breeze. Her fingers would make excellent work of undoing it, but it would only get in the way of the current display before her.
All those years on the path had carved Garlet's body to perfection, although her curves remained very much intact. Truly pleasing to Yennefer now that she's smoothing both her hands down the witcheress' abdomen, bracing the leather belt at her flaring hips. Garlet was power, strength and all woman.
The witcheress shudders under the influence of lithe fingers, barely able to maintain eye contact with the sorceress. 'Be it murder or a seizure. As long as you're here screaming my name again,' Garlet declares, amber eyes filled with thirst.
Yennefer doesn't hesitate any longer, yanking the witcheress down, so their bodies are flush. Then she says something that has Garlet growling like a wolf circling its prey. 'Might I suggest you rid me of my supposed hindrance,' Yennefer purrs, eyes hungry and wanting.
Her tongue finds Garlet's mouth in no time, especially since it's already open, gasping at the feel of Yennefer's hands travelling up her sides. She's puling, languishing the feel of her lover's fluid tongue against her own. Deft hands making quick work of Yennefer's leather belt and the stubborn row of buttons she despises.
Garlet breaks the kiss slowly, while Yennefer nips at the pillow of her bottom lip, afraid to lose contact. But it's the way Garlet moans the words into her ear that finally tips Yennefer over the edge.
'Yen, let me fill the valley with your cries. I want the whole of Touissant to know that I'm fucking the most beautiful sorceress that has ever graced this godforsaken world.'
Yennefer surrenders and Garlet succeeds, surpassing her goal in the process. Poor Barnabus couldn't save them this time.