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Private tour for asorceress

There's no better sign that a date went well than organising another before it's even finished. Generally that's the theory, anyway. Given that this could just be Yennefer's way of getting onto the island to see dinosaurs with a private tour, maybe she's just able to put up with the head warden. He doubts it though. He's seen what Yennefer can do. If she wanted to wander around the island she wouldn't need him to do it. Besides, he really had enjoyed their time together, and it seemed like Yennefer had as well.

This seems like a natural progression. Not only did she get to see him in his natural environment (work), but there's the thrill of infiltration along with this, too. Luckily the park isn't fully set up yet, and Muldoon knows the island like the back of his hand. He's spent plenty of time looking at their security blind spots, because he has to cover them manually, so she has no better guide around the island than him. Between his knowledge and her spells, they should manage to have a thoroughly successful trip.

Just like last time, Muldoon is waiting by a jeep. He'd given her instructions on where to meet him. It was a nice, secluded spot not too far from the docks. It helps with his backup story in case Yennefer's presence is noticed. This time he's wearing his uniform, full khaki and not dissimilar from what he wore on their last date. The most notable differences are the pistol on his hip and the ID badge on his pocket. At least nobody could mistake him for someone else.

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"As am I," she responds with a grin, gesturing toward the marks he'd left on her legs where he'd gripped her tightly. She feels a pleasurable ache within as well, from how roughly he'd driven himself inside her.

That he's built for rough, that he enjoys it is another significant mark of compatibility between the two of them. Not everyone was suited for the kind of sharp edged passion she embodied and expresses; not to mention her magic - something that is an integral part of her, and at times has it's own chaotic expression, as evidenced by the still slightly electric feel to the air around them.

She's content to lay here with him in the afterglow of their shared pleasure, her fingertips trailing along the line of his jaw as she studies his features appreciatively; her eyes drifting toward his lips just before he asks her if she'd like a drink.

"In a moment," she responds, leaning in to press her lips against his in another slow, languid kiss. "First I wanted to do that," she grins as she pulls back. "A drink would be lovely. Water," she clarifies; considering their vigorous activities, she's rather parched but hadn't really noticed until he'd mentioned it.

Seeing the marks he'd left on her legs surprises him. In the heat of the moment he hadn't even noticed how hard he was gripping her. He opens his mouth to apologise, but given she's already expressed her appreciation of roughness, he closes his mouth again and limits himself to an apologetic look instead.

That kiss just draws him right back in again, leaning into her touch with a pleased little hum. It seems cruel then for her to pull away after giving such a lovely kiss. Perhaps she just enjoys the slightly dazed look it puts on his face. Or him struggling to get his composure again.

Needless to say it takes him a moment, and a big sigh, to get up. He pulls on his shorts, just in case someone comes knocking, and heads to the kitchen with an, "I'll be right back."

He leaves Yennefer in his now somewhat messy room for a few short minutes. It really is a bit of a state now. The wardrobe and drawers are all ajar showing his ridiculously ~~dull~~ practical choice in clothes. There are no photos here, only lamps and books that have been knocked over. As well as the out-of-place table, of course.

When he returns it's with water for her and orange juice for himself. It's only then that the mess hits him. He puts his own glass down and hands Yennefer hers before he starts putting everything roughly back in order again.

"You do make quite the impact," he mumbles.

She does rather enjoy the slightly dazed look on his face whenever their kiss ends, and the struggle of composure that follows. Which is both endearing and a little amusing considering how little restraint he'd shown just moments ago. It would seem that both the thrill of hunting and the thrill of passionate, frenzied sex are the two areas of life where he does away with composure altogether. Which bodes rather well for future hunting trips they'd take together.

There's an indulgent chuckle given at his sigh, and once he's in the kitchen she takes a moment to look around the room. Her thoughts are less on how sparse things are, or how his clothing seems in complete opposition to her own typically lavish attire; but rather on the absolute mess she's made of his bedroom.

She thanks him when he hands her the glass and takes a long drink before setting it down on the nightstand. "At least the walls didn't fracture," she remarks, lifting her hand and assisting him in the process of putting his room back together - telekinetically righting a few lamps and closing the drawers that had come open. "But if they had, I'd find a way to make it up to you," she finishes, her tone teasing as well as flirtatious. If ever her magic were to release in an even stronger manner, she thinks they'd probably be better off being outdoors. At least then there's no risk of doing irreparable damage to his belongings.

Once his room is set right, she stretches back down onto the bed, feeling no desire to put clothes back on for the moment. She reaches a hand toward him, beckoning him to join her. "I'm not quite done with you yet," she comments with a grin, wondering if he's the type to enjoy cuddling; she'll soon find out.

A lamp rights itself just as he reaches out to do so himself and it startles him a little. Magic as a concept is one thing, but seeing it included in such mundanities as tidying is still more than a little bizarre. The comment about being repaid, in that flirty voice of hers, does earn her an arched eyebrow as he pauses to give her a look which quietly says, 'Oh really?'.

With her help it doesn't take long to fix everything up again, and he finds himself slightly surprised to see her beckoning for him. Part of him had wondered if he wasn't just a pleasant distraction for her. Not due to who she is, but because it's become habit. A way to lower expectations after a string of poor dating experiences. Being two adults who know what they want is perfectly acceptable, but generally those encounters rarely involve much in the way of after care.

Muldoon won't say no to her, however. He doesn't want to. He enjoys her company and will keep it for as long as he's allowed to. Although Yennefer will find that while he's not opposed to cuddling, he's not very good at it. Robert Muldoon has not had much practice at snuggling.

So he comes back into bed slightly more clothed than he left, and lays down next to her. At least he knows enough to lift an arm to allow her close so that he can then wrap it around her.

To his look of 'oh really?' her grin turns to a smirk, a non verbal affirmation of the various ways in which she'd happily 'repay' him.

Yennefer has indulged in her share of pleasant distractions over the years, those of which seldom held her interest longer than a night. But that's not what this is, with him. The longer term relationships of substance she's had have been few in number; especially so considering her years. Much of this was due to her lifestyle - often on the move, often in dangerous situations. It required a particular sort of partner to suit that. The other part was her being quite slow to trust and open up. Though Robert had a way about him that made it possible for her to begin to show those softer sides of herself.

Like now, when she reaches for him; seeking the contact of skin against skin, to be close and simply enjoy his company, the warmth of his body against hers - an act arguably more intimate than actual sex in some cases. When he lifts his arm she slides closer, draping her arm across his chest and her thigh over his.

Pressing a soft kiss against the underside of his jaw, she rests her head down and a deep sigh leaves her as she gets comfortable. And, she can't help but notice he seems a little stiff, less languid than she is in this state of cuddling. A few moments pass in silence before a quiet chuckle escapes her lips. "I get the distinct impression this is not something you do too often," she remarks in a teasing, yet affectionate tone.

Here he was trying to force himself to relax when she starts chuckling. He's not sure what at until she speaks and it puts a strange little frown on his brow.

In many areas Muldoon is extremely confident. He's sure of himself, his worth, and his skills. That's part of why he can come across as so harsh sometimes. However, sharing the privacy of his own home, his own room, even himself in the (mostly) bare flesh, is a little awkward. It's neither the rigid formality of his disciplined career, nor the wild, desire-driven blindness of his sexual intimacy. Rather it's something in between. Something he so rarely shares that it's easier to keep those walls up with silence.

Teasing, however, warrants a teasing response in return.

"Bringing beautiful women on a tour around my secret workplace and then having, quite literally, earth shattering sex?" He pauses and looks at her to punctuate how exceptionally rare that combination is, before continuing with a dry, "Not often, no."

She can't help but laugh at his remark, particularly when coupled with that dry tone of his. She knows he's not particularly in his element at the moment, and she's understanding of that. But of course, being who she is, Yennefer tends to speak what is on her mind rather than thinking it in silence. A trait that can be beneficial in certain occasions while others, not so much. In this case however, she thinks it's better said than left unsaid.

"Now don't get bristly," she chastises in that same affectionately teasing tone, lifting her head from his chest enough to look at him. "I was referring to the part where after the earth shattering sex, two people sometimes enjoy laying together and relaxing in each other's presence." Her tone is somewhat sultry, not necessarily intentionally; it just typically sounds that way after such an extraordinarily pleasurable experience. She leans forward then to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"Am I to believe you don't find my presence very relaxing?" she asks with a raise of her brow, a glimmer of mirth in her eyes.

Speaking her mind is part of what makes her work so well with Muldoon. The warden doesn't work well when he's left to guess and pick up on hints. It also has the added benefit of calling him out on things he's not very good at discussing himself. Like his uncertainty around cuddling. Plus, she's good about punctuating her observations with nice little kisses which keep him calm.

"More stimulating than relaxing," he says, voice low as he watches her looking up at him with those enchanting eyes of her. To clarify he adds, "Which I prefer."

"I had a feeling." She grins and lifts a hand to thread through his hair, fingertips lightly brushing against his scalp; she's quiet for a moment as she studies him with a neutral, but warm expression.

While Yennefer is perceptive and quite literally a mind reader, she isn't currently reading his mind. And as such, doesn't know for certain if he's simply tolerating the closeness of snuggling while he might prefer otherwise. She doesn't think that's the case, as he doesn't strike her as the type to go along with anything he didn't fully and enthusiastically want (certain frustrations of the workplace excluded). But then again this is new territory for the both of them.

Which prompts her to suggest in a gentle tone - "We don't have to do this, you know. I don't wish to make you feel uncomfortable."

Even Muldoon knows that it's ridiculous to be uncomfortable with his arms wrapped around a beautiful woman in his bed. Something which explains the insistence in his voice when he replies in turn. "I'm not uncomfortable, I just..."

Realising he should probably be careful about how he finishes that sentence, he pauses to think about it for a second. Then he looks at her to finish it. "I'm just not used to this, like you said."

Because agreeing with someone very, very rarely upsets them. Pleased with himself and his decision making in this department, he does actually relax just a little.

It even gets a more honest mumble of, "I'm not really used to sitting still without waiting for something."

Which is true. At least Yennefer can rest safe in the knowledge that no matter where he'd be sitting, or laying, he'd still have that tension of expecting something to happen at any moment.

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