"Geralt, I meant what I said about wanting to stay with you." I say closing the distance between the two of us. "I really, really, really want too." Tears sting my eyes as my heart starts to clench in my chest.

"Come with me." Geralt says as he leads me from the castle to a nearby inn, he had a room at.

After leading me up to his room and closing the door behind us he motions for me to sit on the bed as he pulls his jacket off. I sit watching as he tosses the jacket onto a nearby table. Pulling my hands into my lap I start fiddling with my fingers as I wait for him to speak. What was he going to say? I knew he was mad and a little upset.

"Geralt," I start.

"Hm." He hums in reply.

"I know you're angry."

"Hm."

"I just... I don't know what to do." I breathe out as I look down at my hands.

"What do you want to do?" He asks his back still to me.

"Does what I want really matter?" I ask causing him to turn toward me his eyes narrowed.

"Why wouldn't it?" He asks and I let out a heavy sigh.

"No matter what I choose," I pause tears stinging my eyes. "I'll end up hurting someone I care about."

Geralt lets out a huff of air as he moves over to kneel in front of me with a wet cloth in his hand I hadn't noticed before. Reaching up, he grips my chin and turns my head slightly so he can look at the cut on my cheek that I had forgotten about. He says nothing as he lifts the cloth to my face and starts to clean the dried blood from my face. I wince occasionally as he wipes over my cut.

"You were reckless." He says finally his eyes focused on my cheek.

"I did what I had to do. You would have done the same." I say and he nods.

"But I heal faster than you do."

"That doesn't mean shit and you know it. If you have seen my world and my work you know I act first and think later when people are in trouble."

"I know." He smirks.

"If I can help, then I do." I conclude making him nod.

"Thankfully, that cut isn't deep." He says as he stands back up and tosses the rag onto the table.

"Thank you," I say as I reach up to gently touch my cheek, my fingertips brushing over the cut.

Geralt moves away from me as he reaches up to pull his shirt over his head revealing his scar covered body. I stare uncontrollably as I remember how he got most of them. My body moves on its own as I stand up and closing the distance between us reach out to touch one of his scars. His body tenses under my touch as he freezes in his steps.

"I remember these. I remember this one was from a rather racy night with a Bruxa," I say as I run my finger over the scar. I move my fingers to another as I continue, "This one you got saving a young girl from a werewolf. And this one..." I pause as he instantly turns around to face me his eyes dark with longing. My heart starts to race in my chest.

"You saw me?" He asks and I know exactly what he is referring too.

"I always see you, even when I don't want too." I answer looking down at my hands. "I've seen almost all the women you've been with since I was seventeen." Tears sting my eyes as I try to choke back sobs. "Do you know how hard it was for me to see you with them?" I pause as I look up into his eyes. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad or hurt you, because that is not my intention."

Geralt furrows his brow he turns to lean against the table in his room.

"I saw you..." Geralt says his eyes focused on the tabletop in front of him. "Like you, I saw what I didn't want to see."

"You... you saw me with Bucky?" I realize my head starting to spin. "Why?!" I yell out anger starting to wash over my body as Geralt's eyes meet mine in confusion. "Why, in the actual hell, are we cursed to fucking live our lives like this?! What kind of sick joke is God, or whoever is out there, playing with our lives?!"

"Calm down," Geralt says trying to diffuse the situation.

"I will not calm down. Aren't you mad?" I question.

"Of course, I'm mad!" He yells out causing my eyes to widen slightly at his tone. "Do you think I wanted this? To see each and every time you fuck that guy. Knowing I could never touch you or have you. Do you think I've haven't tried everything I could to find a way to severe this connection? There is no way! When you go back, I'll be forced to watch you be happy with him for the rest of my unnaturally long life."

"Then what do we do?!" I yell back matching his volume. "Are we just destined to live our lives watching as we fuck other people knowing full well, we can see each other? I can't do that! I can't fuck Bucky knowing your watching from some corner of the room like some unwilling creeper. I'm not an exhibitionist!"

"Wait, there's a word for that?" He asks his eyes turning soft as a smirk fills his lips.

"Yes, there is, and before you ask, the only reason I know that is because I looked it up. And I looked it up because I felt weird and awkward watching you fuck random women. It's not something I'm into." I add making a chuckle leave his lips. "I'm very possessive. I don't share." I conclude making him nod.

"I know." He speaks making me let out sigh. Geralt closes the distance between us, his hands reaching up to cup my cheeks as he pulls my head to rest against his. I reach up and grip his wrists holding them tight as I clench my eyes closed. "I don't want you to leave." He finally says making a sad smile fill my lips.

"I don't want too." I reply softly my eyes looking up to meet his.

He pulls away his hands moving to rest on my hips. We stare at each other for a moment, the want building up inside us. Before he can do something that we would both regret; he takes a step back. My heart cries out for him and I subconsciously say, "Fuck it"; as I throw myself into his arms. He catches me in his arms, his hands gripping tightly to my thighs as I plant my lips against his causing a hungry groan to leave his lips as they move against mine.

It felt so right to be in his arms that I lost myself in his kiss. Deepening our kiss, Geralt effortlessly carries me back over to his bed as he turns and sits upon it having me straddling his lap. For years I had wondered what it would be like to touch him and be touched by him, and it was everything I had hoped it was. My hands move up to grip his hair tightly eliciting a hungry moan to vibrate against my lips causing me to smirk.

He matches my smirk as he pulls the hem of my skirt up to reveal my bare thighs. A shiver of anticipation washes over me as his rough calloused hands grip me tightly pulling my hips closer. As my cunt brushes against his bulge a gasp escapes my lips. Geralt instantly flips us over so that he is leaning over me. I feel his fingers slide from my thighs up to my hips to see a devilish grin fill his lips.

"One thing I like about your world," He whispers lifting my skirt up to cover my stomach bearing my lower half to him. His fingers tracing the outline of my lacey black panties. "These."

"You like my underwear?" I ask a smirk filling my lips.

"Hm." He hums in reply his fingers moving to my hips as they hook on the lacey fabric.

As the starts to tug them down I stop him causing him to cock an eyebrow at me in confusion. I push him back until he is standing as I follow suit. As he stands there confused for a moment, I reach up and gripping the ties on my dress give them a tug causing the dress to become loose. I gulp down a breath of air as he reaches out and gently slides the neckline of the gown over my shoulders letting it drop and pool at my feet.

His breath catches as his eyes glance down at my body. Geralt's jaw clenches as his hands reach out and pull me into a warm embrace. Starting first at my hips, they travel painstakingly slow up until I fill them splayed out against the hot skin of my back. My skin burned against his as my lips sought out his. My hands reaching up to once again entangle in his long white hair. I had to admit I loved the way it felt.

We part slightly giving me the courage I needed to lean backward and pull him back onto the bed with me. The blankets weren't the softest but they weren't that bad. Moving my hands from his hair, I let them travel over his muscular arms touching every inch of bare skin committing it to memory. Geralt groans against my lips as he breaks our kiss, his lips moving to my jawline as he slowly starts peppering kisses down my neck towards my heaving breast.

I bite my lip as reaches up to cup my breast in his hands as he closes his mouth on it his teeth nipping at my nipple. He elicits a gasp from me as he runs the tip of his tongue over it.

"Geralt..." I breathe out at a loss for words.

I wanted more.

So much more.

I wanted him to kiss over my entire body making it his own; but as his lips move from my breast to move a little south a familiar face with a pained expression fills my mind causing me to instantly reach up and stop him. Geralt's eyes find mine and he can sense the turmoil in my heart. He knew why I had stopped him even if I didn't voice it out.

"I'm sorry," I sigh sadness filling my voice as tears sting my eyes. "I can't."

Geralt says nothing, but he knows. He blows out a breath of air as he pulls away and grabbing the blanket from his bed, he wraps it around my shoulders. Sitting beside me close enough for our shoulders to still touch he sits silently as he waits for me to speak. After a long pause I do.

"Geralt I want you," I say looking over at him his eyes focused on the far side of the room. "I didn't come here to find you. I came here to do a job, but I did find you; and I knew when I saw you that you were what I wanted. It's just I can't cheat on Bucky. I've been with him for years and he's been there for me no matter what I went through. I hate that I'm doing this to you, especially after I initiated everything here."

"Will you go back to him?" Geralt asks and I let out a heavy sigh.

"I have to at least talk to him." I pause wanting to see Geralt's eyes. "Geralt look at me." He doesn't. I nod as I slowly stand up and walk over to where my dress was pulled on the floor. After I reach down and grab it, I feel him grab my arm and I turn to see him staring at me with worry in his eyes.

"Don't go."

"I'm hurting everyone, you especially and that was never my intention. If I stay here, I'll only hurt you more."

"I don't care." He growls making me swallow the lump that was forming in my throat. "Just stay here, with me, just for tonight. Tomorrow I'll walk you back to this portal you mentioned."

"Geralt,"

"We won't do anything. Except possibly sleep." He jokes and I let out a soft chuckle.

"Since we're together, what do you suspect we will dream about?" I ask and he smirks.

"No clue."

"Okay," I answer making him move toward me and gently place a kiss on my forehead.

Geralt grabs his dark tunic from his Witcher garb and has me wear it as the two of us climb back into bed. He lies on his back and I lay my head on his chest as my fingers reach up to play with the hair on it. It was soothing and relaxing to be like this with him. I knew that both of our body's were screaming at us for not following through with our sex-capades. True to his word Geralt didn't try anything more than running his hands through my hair as we talked about all the things we ever went through in our lives, and what all we had been witness to in each other's.

It wasn't long before we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

That night I was filled with dreams of what would happen if I stayed.

Geralt's POV

Geralt watched her as she slept soundly in his arms, his free hand reaching up to wipe some strands of hair from her face. She smiles softly in her sleep making him smirk. What was she dreaming about? He had a feeling that for once in their twisted lives, she was dreaming about something peaceful. The more he looked at her here in his arms the more it hurt to think about sending her back.

"The woman in your dreams... She is your destiny."

Renfri's words were still ringing through his head. If (Name) was his destiny, why was she leaving him? Why would she choose that Bucky guy instead? Geralt furrows his brow as anger fills his body. This was why destiny was a bunch of bullshit. Geralt takes a deep breath as he looks up at the ceiling of his room. His body was still craving for her but he wasn't about to make her do something she didn't want too.

He was also thinking about the child surprise that she had claimed for the both of them. What was he going to do about that? He didn't want anyone needing him. If anything, after he sent (Name) back home he was going to leave Cintra and not come back. He honestly didn't want to let her go back. Just the thought of being without her was enough to make his break into pieces.

After she returned to her world, what then? Was he going to have to watch her live out her life with that other guy? Watch every time he touched (Name) in everyway that Geralt wanted to. Even though he didn't want too sleep soon overcame him sending him into a strange but hopeful dream.