To be honest, Jaskier has no idea what happened either. He wasn't thinking about scaring away the succubus, it's not a thing that should have been possible. His mind was in a much simpler state, protecting the one he categorized as his lover. But apparently, you can annoy a succubus into letting you alone??? Jaskier is good at annoying people, it's a natural talent: It was about time such thing came in handy.
Now, no single person who ever met Julian Alfred Pankratz would say that he's shy or that suffers from things like embarrassment or common sense. He might have at some point in his youth but those days are long gone. Usually. Trying to climb your best friend (boyfriend?) and acting like a cat in heat while in a very public space would embarrass even the more shameless person. He hadn't listened when Geralt asked him to stop, that's the worst of all.
The Succubus left but Jaskier isn't paying her any attention. He retreats his arms from Geralt's form after the squeeze and hugs himself when the chill air of the night had hit him like a ton of bricks. His clothes and his hair need to be fixed but he can't bring himself to care about that. He's trying really hard to avoid looking at Geralt's eyes and also willing his boner away. None of those things are easy to accomplish and so far none of them is also happening.
"I am I think. That was...weird. The last days feel weird." He dares to look up at Geralt, wanting to apologize, to check on him. The words are stuck in his throat.
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Now, no single person who ever met Julian Alfred Pankratz would say that he's shy or that suffers from things like embarrassment or common sense. He might have at some point in his youth but those days are long gone. Usually. Trying to climb your best friend (boyfriend?) and acting like a cat in heat while in a very public space would embarrass even the more shameless person. He hadn't listened when Geralt asked him to stop, that's the worst of all.
The Succubus left but Jaskier isn't paying her any attention. He retreats his arms from Geralt's form after the squeeze and hugs himself when the chill air of the night had hit him like a ton of bricks. His clothes and his hair need to be fixed but he can't bring himself to care about that. He's trying really hard to avoid looking at Geralt's eyes and also willing his boner away. None of those things are easy to accomplish and so far none of them is also happening.
"I am I think. That was...weird. The last days feel weird." He dares to look up at Geralt, wanting to apologize, to check on him. The words are stuck in his throat.