Jaskier had amassed quite the long list of petty enemies in his life, and some less petty and more powerful associated with nobility. Most of them are smart enough not to mess with a Witcher but the point is that Geralt isn't free of danger thanks to his association with the bard. It's something they will both have to accept, Jaskier is never all that worried about it. Not even after getting stabbed in the leg, he will say that worrying too much gives him early wrinkles. The rest of the Witchers knowing about them will no doubt wring up a lot of either awkward or mock-worthy situations. Jaskier will deal with the issue once it happens.
"Always such romantic comebacks." The brunete pats his arm but it's obvious that he's trying not to laugh as well. It's been a while since he's been thoroughly debauched and he misses it but his limbs feel like jelly at the moment and being inside Geralt had been an experience. He's not in rush to do anything in the next several minutes. The night is long and his appetite insatiable.
"Do you, now?" The grin on Jaskier's face is predatory after that Fierce comment and he wraps an arm around Geralt's neck to pull him closer and bite down on his shoulder as soon as the man is within reach again. He looks all too proud of himself after that, happy to be pressed close and lazy against his lover. He enjoys these moments the most as well.
"Both." Jaskier comments without doubt or an ounce of shame. He was made to be by Geralt's side, let it be an old keep, the cold woods, or a too crowded tavern. He hums in delight at the nibbling, tilting his head to offer more skin for the Witcher to mark. When Geralt opts to rest his head against him, he can't even be mad about it. His hand lifts to the silver-white hair, treading through them and gently scratching the man's scalp.
"You are the safest place I know, Geralt. I would be happy anywhere as long as you're there and so will Ciri. You underestimate her, remember her bloodline." She is a princess and some part of her might be soft, that is true, but others had been forged in fire under the watch of her Grandmother. "Then we will contact someone who does. You know of Witches and Wizard, one might be able to help. But that's a worry for tomorrow, let her sleep one night."
[Can wrap here! Maybe we could do one when Yennefer arrives and she and Jaskier have been catty lol.]
There's an extra layer of protection that could come from this for Jaskier. His family now knows that the bard is beloved to him and will be in an extended stay here. If they accept Ciri, they have to accept Jaskier too. All three of them are a package. It means the other witchers will come to be defensive of Jaskier too, as an extended member of the witcher clan. Geralt is certain to be teased for this but he can handle it. He'll just punch them like when they were boys. Vesemir will give a long-suffering sigh and wait for them to grow up. The usual.
Geralt feels much the same way, debauched and used and he likes it. His body is ringing with pleasure and he is far from tired, but it is good to have this between them again. They've been able to sleep in the same bedroll and speak after she slept on the road, but there was a distance between them Geralt made as a boundary in case either of them got too tempted. Now they can hang all over one another again, wrapped up in a heated and naked embrace as long as they will.
He comes closer at Jaskier's request and snarls when he bites him, in a good, yes way. He's rarely happier than when Jaskier leaves him with nail marks and teeth. He marks the bard up pretty thoroughly, but he's still careful, keeping on that edge of pain and pleasure. Geralt on the other hand likes the dig of nails into him and the emphasis on pain, so it lasts on his rough skin longer. "I do," he confirms. He likes him fierce and strong and a little vicious.
He likes Jaskier's fingers in his sweaty hair and the rumbling sound he makes is almost like a purr. Geralt's never needed just a lover. He can find a lover anywhere. He's needed a partner. It took him awhile to get to a place where he could accept that, but he is there and Jaskier is the best choice for it. The layers of trust between them and the genuine respect are integral to why they work now. He can be vulnerable with Jaskier, with his soft human lover, and talk out real life problems they have to address. Such as Ciri and her place here.
"Calanthe was a very hard and powerful woman, that's true." And fiercely devoted to her daughter and granddaughter. She would have raised Ciri strong. Geralt likes that he could be seen as safe to others, such a contrast to who he was once, the Butcher. Geralt tilts his head back and tilts Jaskier's face up to him. "You will always be safe with me, my bard." He runs a finger on his lip. "My Jaskier." The claim can be gentle as well as aggressive and he seals that promise with a kiss.
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givingexposition) wrote2020-01-03 11:55 pm
Such cuties. Maybe we can star wrapping this one up, though? :3
"Always such romantic comebacks." The brunete pats his arm but it's obvious that he's trying not to laugh as well. It's been a while since he's been thoroughly debauched and he misses it but his limbs feel like jelly at the moment and being inside Geralt had been an experience. He's not in rush to do anything in the next several minutes. The night is long and his appetite insatiable.
"Do you, now?" The grin on Jaskier's face is predatory after that Fierce comment and he wraps an arm around Geralt's neck to pull him closer and bite down on his shoulder as soon as the man is within reach again. He looks all too proud of himself after that, happy to be pressed close and lazy against his lover. He enjoys these moments the most as well.
"Both." Jaskier comments without doubt or an ounce of shame. He was made to be by Geralt's side, let it be an old keep, the cold woods, or a too crowded tavern. He hums in delight at the nibbling, tilting his head to offer more skin for the Witcher to mark. When Geralt opts to rest his head against him, he can't even be mad about it. His hand lifts to the silver-white hair, treading through them and gently scratching the man's scalp.
"You are the safest place I know, Geralt. I would be happy anywhere as long as you're there and so will Ciri. You underestimate her, remember her bloodline." She is a princess and some part of her might be soft, that is true, but others had been forged in fire under the watch of her Grandmother. "Then we will contact someone who does. You know of Witches and Wizard, one might be able to help. But that's a worry for tomorrow, let her sleep one night."
work week was a bitch, comment below!
There's an extra layer of protection that could come from this for Jaskier. His family now knows that the bard is beloved to him and will be in an extended stay here. If they accept Ciri, they have to accept Jaskier too. All three of them are a package. It means the other witchers will come to be defensive of Jaskier too, as an extended member of the witcher clan. Geralt is certain to be teased for this but he can handle it. He'll just punch them like when they were boys. Vesemir will give a long-suffering sigh and wait for them to grow up. The usual.
Geralt feels much the same way, debauched and used and he likes it. His body is ringing with pleasure and he is far from tired, but it is good to have this between them again. They've been able to sleep in the same bedroll and speak after she slept on the road, but there was a distance between them Geralt made as a boundary in case either of them got too tempted. Now they can hang all over one another again, wrapped up in a heated and naked embrace as long as they will.
He comes closer at Jaskier's request and snarls when he bites him, in a good, yes way. He's rarely happier than when Jaskier leaves him with nail marks and teeth. He marks the bard up pretty thoroughly, but he's still careful, keeping on that edge of pain and pleasure. Geralt on the other hand likes the dig of nails into him and the emphasis on pain, so it lasts on his rough skin longer. "I do," he confirms. He likes him fierce and strong and a little vicious.
He likes Jaskier's fingers in his sweaty hair and the rumbling sound he makes is almost like a purr. Geralt's never needed just a lover. He can find a lover anywhere. He's needed a partner. It took him awhile to get to a place where he could accept that, but he is there and Jaskier is the best choice for it. The layers of trust between them and the genuine respect are integral to why they work now. He can be vulnerable with Jaskier, with his soft human lover, and talk out real life problems they have to address. Such as Ciri and her place here.
"Calanthe was a very hard and powerful woman, that's true." And fiercely devoted to her daughter and granddaughter. She would have raised Ciri strong. Geralt likes that he could be seen as safe to others, such a contrast to who he was once, the Butcher. Geralt tilts his head back and tilts Jaskier's face up to him. "You will always be safe with me, my bard." He runs a finger on his lip. "My Jaskier." The claim can be gentle as well as aggressive and he seals that promise with a kiss.
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