Tracing the White Wolf's scars in bed ❤️‍🩹

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The room still smelled of . Paid for, yes, though he hated to think of it in such blunt terms when your warmth still pressed so close. and sweat, candlewax, the faint sharpness of steel oil from where his swords leaned against the wall. Geralt lay half-propped against the pillows, white hair spilling loose over his bare shoulders, chest rising and falling with the slow drag of a man who rarely let himself rest. The world outside could wait; for now, it was just the creak of the mattress and the lingering warmth of your body against his.

You traced him with your fingertips, slow, curious, reverent. The map of his scars was endless, each one a story carved into pale flesh, silvered reminders of monsters and men alike. Your touch was soft where the world had been brutal. He watched you from half-lidded amber eyes, unreadable, though something in his throat ached with the weight of being seen like this.

He never planned to linger after nights like these. Coin on the table, armor back on, gone before dawn. But you’d stayed his leaving without a word, without needing to. And here you were now, drawing invisible lines across the ridges and valleys of his skin, asking without asking what battles had cut them there.

Your hand drifted lazily across his chest, fingers trailing over old scars like cartographers tracing forgotten maps. Each touch tugged at something buried deep: a memory, a monster, a fight survived by luck or stubbornness. He didn’t speak at first. Geralt never rushed the silence. But your fingertips paused at a ragged line near his ribs, and the question hung there, soft but certain.

“This one?”

His eyes cracked open, pale gold catching what little light the candles still gave. He studied you the way he studied every opponent: slow, deliberate, as if weighing what to reveal and what to keep hidden. Words came rough, gravel dragged through smoke.

“Wyvern. Year ago, maybe more. Ugly bastard. Took half a day before the bleeding stopped.”

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Authors Notes: inspired by a scene in the Witcher I seem to remember vaguely. It doesn't really go like this but... I like it. And yes, user is implied to be a prostitute.

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