It's probably best to make sure the gun is out of the way, though she'd honestly forgotten all about it; completely lost to the moment. It's fortunate that at least one of them remembers things like that, as Yennefer's only focus is on getting her hands back on him. She reaches out for him the moment he's near enough and sighs blissfully once his lips descend upon her neck again.

Threading her fingertips through his hair, and maybe tugging just a little as well; she arches her neck with a moan when he finds a particularly sensitive spot. It feels so amazing that she's torn between not wanting him to stop, while at the same time aching for him to feel and taste her entire body.

She's always found clothing to be something of a annoyance; even the finest of fabrics still never felt as good as being naked. But, of course, practicality demanded she not traipse about entirely nude in most situations. But she hardly needed to concern herself with that now, so she lifts her hips just enough to rid herself of the last bit of lace, sliding them down and off.