Fine cloth between them drops away. Her fingers dance over the skin of his chest and gently pull his shirt from his breeches. The skill and tenderness of his mouth makes her skin prickle. No scruff or scratch of stubble. So careful, so sweet. Indulging only a little it's plain to see this will go to her head.

"Come to bed, Jaskier. I have utter faith in you" Though it is less of an invitation because as she moves back to stand, she pulls at his shoulders. The front of her dress drops away. Never one to indulge much in underthings beyond the essential, with more space and movement the gown peels away from her body.

Lilac and gooseberries lingers on her skin, and the more they press together, it will be on him too. She gently drops her hands from him to push her sleeves down, down to bare her breasts. The fabric is heavy and gravity with a step has the whole of her gown pool at her ankles. All that remains clinging to her body is a scandalous small piece of fabric across her hips. That's enough for now. The open doublet needs a push before reaching for the buttons and laces that keep his breeches up.

Yennefer's mouth drags to his throat that ailed him the better part of a year ago. Kissing and gently nipping to sooth away with her tongue.