Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20151212160707/@comment-5543592-20151227023325

Once their clothes were a pile on the floor and all that unchaste buisness was done, Geralt lay with Kay in his arms, holding her to his chest, with the duvet draped over them.

He lay silently, content to just stroke the backs of his fingers gently over her cheek.