You and Geralt had been fucking for as long as the two of you had known eachother. Today was no different, but after your activities you'd stood up and gone to bathe, as usual. You walked back into the bedroom, hair dripping with water and running droplets down your naked body. Well, not completely naked. Your chest is covered by Geralt's shirt, the cotton moving with your legs as you walk back to the bed, grabbing the pitcher of wine and looking up to see Geralt watching you.