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i’ve tripped and fallen and now i only make witcher fanart for bomberqueen17 https://tmblr.co/mEi4sKUjTkzs4ila4vEdnuA ‘s fics bc i’m in love with Breniriel & she deserves nice things

Ha ha, this has lit the fire under my butt to finally get the relevant chapter posted, as well.

Yes, the inevitable goal of Ves and Bren’s unlikely friendship (was it really that unlikely?? no) was tiddies, and more.

this winds up being a short chapter; the next scene is long, and then there’s an awkward-length chunk, and then there’s possibly a story break or possibly a scene break and you guessed it, i’ll be out of buffer, so– this is just a short chapter with The Good Stuff in it, i promise it’s still worthwhile.

chapter 8 on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38098480/chapters/99793746

“You’re so pretty,” Ves breathed, after a long and very pleasant interlude. “I want to touch you everywhere.”

“Well I didn’t bring you here to look at me,” Bren teased, laughing breathlessly.

Ves wasn’t hairy like a dh’oine man, which Bren had been a little afraid she might be. She was a bit fuzzy, more like an Aen Seidhe man– a little more so than an Aen Seidhe man in fact, but– Aeren had been a little fuzzy like this, too, and it was reassuring and a bit homey. She let Ves roll her onto her back, and press her weight atop her, which wasn’t something she’d thought she’d be comfortable with but it was all right now, it was all right to bend her knee and slide the inside of her thigh along the smooth curve of a hip.

“I do want to look at you,” Ves said. “But like. Not just with my eyes.”

“You can look with your hands,” Bren said, and slotted her other thigh between Ves’s, bending her knee to bring her body up close. Ves squeaked delightfully, and rocked down against her experimentally, biting her lip.

“Oh, but I want to look with my mouth,” Ves said.

“That,” Bren said, “is a fantastic idea.” (Your picture was not posted)