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A whimper stirs Geralt from his slumber though it does not manage to rouse him fully. He is not a deep sleeper by any means, since he has accustomed himself to staying aware of his surroundings at all times while still allowing his mind to dwell in the realm of sleep, but whenever he is sleeping pressed closely against your warm body, the boundaries between cautious wakefulness and contented relaxation tend to blur.
It is not until a pained whimper reaches his ears that he his eyes snap open, focused solely on locating the source of the pitiful sound. There is no need to look far as he catches sight of you curled up beside him, writhing under the covers and letting out pained moans.
It is obvious that you are in pain and the fact that you are clutching your lower belly makes it clear what the source of your pain is. Cramps. The eternal burden of a fertile woman. If only it were a demon the witcher could vanquish forever.
You moan once more and Geralt springs to action. He has vowed never to see you suffer for any reason while you are in his care.
He carefully moves his right arm under your head to support your neck, turning you slightly onto your back in the process, and slides his left hand downward until he reaches low enough to splay his large hand over your lower belly with the tips of his fingers barely touching your still-covered mound and the heel of his palm resting just about where your belly button is.
The immediate relief provided by his big and nearly inhumanly warm hand spreads through your sore belly, soothing your aching muscles and allowing your body to finally unclench and lay back in his hold. You puff out a satisfied sigh as he pulls you infinitely closer to him, slotting you perfectly against his front and letting his exceptional body heat seep into you from your tense shoulders all the way down to your tender back and chilly feet.
You nuzzle into him and, as soon as your head has found its rightful place on his muscular yet surprisingly comfortable shoulder, you sluggishly turn your head to press a tender kiss accompanied by a quiet I love you forevermore into his arm, hoping to convey all the love you have for him as well as how much you appreciate being in the steadfast embrace of your one true protector.
You sleepy voice speaking such words to him elicits a bashful smile from the fearsome witcher. Love is a sentiment which he does not necessarily believe himself capable of, but coming from you, he trusts in its worth more than anything.
