Hm. [ He won't push it if Geralt doesn't want to talk about the subject but he wanted to make it clear that the option of actually bringing it up wasn't unwelcome. Jaskier really isn't that good with feelings either when it comes to relationships outside one night stands, and he was terrible at handling those as well. ]
It's fine. [ He melts a little against Geralt, making a soft sound at the nudging. It's sweet and he's a sucker for these kind of gestures. ] I didn't mean to overwhelm you either, I know you don't like these sort of talks. We could just handle things as they come, as always. We're good at improvising.
[Neither of them are the best when it comes to talking through feelings but Jaskier at least tries to encourage him, even more so lately. Geralt is trying to be more open. Trying.
Since they're alone out here, he nudges the bard's hand too and laces their fingers together in a hold against his thigh.]
Looking to the future doesn't help. The present is more reliable.
[ Jaskier wants to be supporting and he's aware that it's hard to change one's mind after decades of suppressed feelings. His gaze quickly falls to their entwined hands, big blue eyes blinking quickly and heat rising to his cheeks.
They did quite a lot more than holding hands already but these kinds of gestures leave him flushing like a teenager with a crush. It's the worst. Jaskier tries to compose his face into something less embarrassing by the time he looks back at Geralt. ]
I agree, my dear Witcher. [ He gives their hands a squeeze. After a moment of hesitation, because Jaskier can't believe he's going to suggest this of all things, he continued. ]
I've been told on a few occasions that I'm not of much use in a fight. [ 'A few' is putting it mildly but if Geralt would be so kind as to not laugh too loudly at that, it would be wonderful. ] Perhaps, maybe, to minimize the risk of any of us kicking the bucket...you could give me some sort of quick self-defence class? Fighting is against my religion but for the sake of this working, I will make the effort.
[It isn't the kind of suggestion he's expecting but certainly enough to intrigue Geralt. There's even a hint of a smile on his lips, amused but curious, as he meets the other's gaze.]
If I'm teaching you how to defend yourself, it won't be quick. You'll have to learn how properly.
[ It's not the kind of suggestion Jaskier makes lightly. He abhors violence and bloodbaths make him sick to his stomach no matter how many he's witnessed. But he figures this sort of thing could keep Geralt distracted.
He scrunches his nose at the reply, rather cutesy at that.] If I must.
[ Does Jaskier sounds overly dramatic? Yes , absolutely. ] When do you want to start?
[He won't have to shed blood to know how to defend himself in a pinch. It's a good idea and surprisingly grown up, even if Jaskier's reaction is expected. Geralt lightly squeezes his hand in response.]
Tomorrow, when the sun is up. [Smirking, Geralt can't help but add:] When you're exhausted and undoubtedly yelling at me, just remember this was your idea.
So early? [ He can be mature on occasion, even if it isn't his favourite thing to do. Geralt is mature enough for 3 people already. The squeeze earns the Witcher a smile, and a wolfish one at that. ]
It would hardly be the first time you leave me exhausted. Usually there's a different kind of yelling, though.
[ With no people around to interrupt them, Roach notwithstanding, Jaskier swings his leg over Geralt so he can straddle the man's lap. He rest his forearms on Geralt's shoulders, pulling him in a little. ]
Do you now? Good, because I prefer to scream at you only for a pleasant reason.
[The close proximity is sudden but Geralt is so used to it by now that he lets it happen, leaning back enough to give Jaskier room to sit. His own arms wrap around the man's middle and Geralt feels calm despite how exposed they actually are in these woods.]
Is that kind of screaming involved in your plans for the night?
[ Jaskier smiles up at him, happy and basking on the fact he can wrap himself all over Geralt without hearing any objections. He sways his hips, grinding down on Geralt's lap.]
It is. But I need a partner in crime for those plans to happen. You busy tonight?
[The way Jaskier just beams so much more these days is refreshing. Geralt knows it has a lot to do with the way their relationship has developed, and how much softer he's gotten on the man. Seeing him happy makes him forget about the heavy shit they were just discussing.]
Hmm I was going to catch up on my beauty sleep but... [He trails off with a drawl, his hand lowering to playfully grasp at the bottom currently grinding at him.] I think I'd rather stay up for most of the night with you.
Is that so? [ Jaskier lets out a soft huff at the reply, voice tinted with amusement. Geralt does seem to be sleeping a little better nowadays, or at least Jaskier has had more chances to snuggle up to him in bed, which is always good. ]
Very generous of you, Geralt, sacrificing sleep to pound me into the mattress. [ His back arches, bum pushing against the hand, and he leans in to bite the witcher's lower lip. ]
[ Jaskier moans happily against this mouth, breathless already by the time they break apart. ]
It can be a rock for all care if you're there to keep me warm. [ He playfully curls a finger around a strand of that long, white hair. His legs also wrap more tightly around Geralt's waist before giving him a squeeze. ] Let's go, don't keep me waiting.
[Jaskier has only gotten bolder and bolder as of late and Geralt can't find it in him to mind. Not one bit. He ends up carrying them into their little tent in their makeshift camp, something to keep them from any potential prying eyes (and the elements, it seems). Losing himself in the bard for the night has become something of a nightly tradition at this point.
They're pressed close by morning, the tent small and keeping close to share the warmth of their bodies. Geralt shifts into wakefulness first, his arm around the other man. It feels peaceful, no sign of danger he can sense from outside, the birds chirping and sunlight filtering through the trees and against the canvas that separates them from the outside world. Jaskier is still sleeping peacefully and Geralt can't help but take the moment to admire how calm he looks, completely trusting to let himself fall asleep like this with him. Moments later Geralt leans in to press his nose beneath his ear, lips kissing a line down the man's jaw and neck with a lingering hunger from the night before.]
[ It had been a nice, tiring night, and Jaskier was naturally exhausted by the end of it. He was also happy and sated and enjoyed curling up to Geralt's furnace of a body to chase away the cold of the night. It's not uncommon for the Witcher to be up early, Jaskier much prefers to not wake up at the first ray of sunshine, being up so early should be illegal. So he sleeps, feeling serene and cared for. Safe. There are very little places where he really feel safe, Geralt's arms is one of them.
A pair of lips meet his skin and his eyelids twitch after a second but he doesn't quite wake up. Jaskier stirs a fraction, lets out a low, pleased hum at the sensations and rolls his hips back against the warm body behind him. ]
[These days, they're in no rush, so Geralt enjoys lazy mornings as much as he can. There are things to do and roads to travel still, but he's learned to sometimes appreciate the quiet moments where they come. Like right now.
He smiles some against Jaskier's neck at the way his body naturally rolls backward, his hand smoothing down the man's chest and stomach in careful, gentle strokes of his fingers.]
[ Jaskier lives for the occasional quiet moments, even if he enjoys adventure. They feel special every time they happen because good things in their lives are rare. He's still half-sleep, his eyes hazy so he keeps them closed, his mind still clouded by the remains of a dream.
It's not enough to distract him from the wandering hand and the sweet mouth against his nape. A slow, contented smile spreads on his lips when Geralt's voice fills his ears. But no, he still doesn't want to wake up, he refuses. It's too nice a night to be already morning! Right? ]
Mmmm...nooo... [ It comes out as a soft gruff as the bard turns to bury his face on Geralt's chest, trying to hide from the light. He takes a deep breath, scenting Geralt, and purrs. ]
[Really, Geralt is still growing used to the idea of having mornings like this one, of being able to enjoy moments rather than constantly be on the move. It's nice to know they can still share these softer moments before going about their days, just before facing the reality of the outside world, whether on the other side of a tent or inn or even a cave.
Of course Jaskier protests even when half asleep, and Geralt finds himself smiling when the man turns to bury against him like a petulant child. His arm lifts and rests down again to accommodate, fingers now stroking down the length of Jaskier's spine instead.]
Funny, didn't think unconscious people could answer questions. [He jests quietly, lifting his chin enough to tuck the other man's head underneath. Fine, maybe they can stay like this a few more minutes.]
[ Jaskier doesn't answer, instead, he bites Geralt's chest lightly, blunt teeth not causing any damage, and attempts to burrows further into him. There's no place to go and Geralt is already as wrapped around him as it gets and the bard makes another happy sound. ]
The sun rises too early, it should be illegal...
[ He realizes he's being childish but he can't bring himself to care, at least for another five minutes. He does place a kiss on Geralt's shoulder after the witcher rests his chin on his head, as an apology. The touches to his back make the corner of his lips tug into a smile as he takes some slow, deep breaths and keeps his eyes open. ]
You smell nice. [ A pause, the smile on Jaskier's lips now unmistakeable in the tone of his voice. ] You smell of me.
[Chuckling quietly, Geralt lets his hand wander under the flimsy sheet of their travel sleeping kit, down past Jaskier's lower back and over his rear in silent appraisal. There's likely bruises on his hips from last night so he's careful not to press too hard, palm slipping under a thigh to stroke and pull up over his own. He's feeling the need to get closer too.]
Hmmm... [He hums lowly at the kisses, nearly feeling the smile from the bard. It's enough to calm Geralt and make him feel at ease that this was the right choice after all.]
I could say the same of you. [He mutters quietly, fingers drawing idle circles and shapes across the back of Jaskier's thigh and up his hip.] You like it?
Careful, Witcher, or I'll have another reason for not letting you leave this bed. [ The words are a hushed whisper against Geralt's neck, followed by Jaskier kissing and nipping at the skin.
He's more awake all of sudden, go figure, thanks to Geralt's hands roaming over his skin. He returns the touches, fingers running up Geralt's side, shifting his leg as the other invites him to do, and grinding their bodies close. Reluctantly, he lifts his head from under Geralt's head to meet his eye, looking at the man as if he is the sun. ]
I do. More so because I know it doesn't last long due to the life we lead.
[Bodies pressed together, he feels warm and comfortable, enough to not want to roll out of bed either. He can hear Roach eating outside, the birds already wide awake and going about their day, a nearby stream flowing from the river just yards ahead, and here they are in the quiet of their little tent, Jaskier's voice still thick from sleep. It's all very peaceful.]
Maybe I don't want to leave either. [The intimate touches are nice and Geralt hums again at the small nips and kisses, fingers drifting upward toward the other's rear again to rest a palm against. Completely intentional.
The way Jaskier looks up at him is still new and Geralt feels a stirring in his chest every damn time. He meets that gaze with his own, calm and searching. How often do people see Geralt so relaxed?]
I suppose we could simply not bathe... [He's kidding but spoken so matter-of-factly.]
[ The morning sounds are not something Jaskier always appreciates because it means he has to abandon the comfort of their bedrolls and get moving, but today it sounds sweet, relaxing. And then Geralt had to open his mouth and ruin it. Jaskier laughs and bats at his arm. ]
Not a chance! The bard announces, looking horrified at the mere suggestion.
[ The effect is ruined when he moves over Geralt to straddle his thighs, the blanked falling down his body with the movement. He shudders for a second when the cold air hits his skin but another part of his anatomy is still very warm and grinding down on his lover. Reaching down, Jaskier places Geralt's hands back on is ass and then runs his own down the man's chest, leaning in and pressing their lips together. ]
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It's fine. [ He melts a little against Geralt, making a soft sound at the nudging. It's sweet and he's a sucker for these kind of gestures. ] I didn't mean to overwhelm you either, I know you don't like these sort of talks. We could just handle things as they come, as always. We're good at improvising.
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Since they're alone out here, he nudges the bard's hand too and laces their fingers together in a hold against his thigh.]
Looking to the future doesn't help. The present is more reliable.
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They did quite a lot more than holding hands already but these kinds of gestures leave him flushing like a teenager with a crush. It's the worst. Jaskier tries to compose his face into something less embarrassing by the time he looks back at Geralt. ]
I agree, my dear Witcher. [ He gives their hands a squeeze. After a moment of hesitation, because Jaskier can't believe he's going to suggest this of all things, he continued. ]
I've been told on a few occasions that I'm not of much use in a fight. [ 'A few' is putting it mildly but if Geralt would be so kind as to not laugh too loudly at that, it would be wonderful. ] Perhaps, maybe, to minimize the risk of any of us kicking the bucket...you could give me some sort of quick self-defence class? Fighting is against my religion but for the sake of this working, I will make the effort.
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If I'm teaching you how to defend yourself, it won't be quick. You'll have to learn how properly.
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He scrunches his nose at the reply, rather cutesy at that.] If I must.
[ Does Jaskier sounds overly dramatic? Yes , absolutely. ] When do you want to start?
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Tomorrow, when the sun is up. [Smirking, Geralt can't help but add:] When you're exhausted and undoubtedly yelling at me, just remember this was your idea.
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It would hardly be the first time you leave me exhausted. Usually there's a different kind of yelling, though.
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[The suggestion earns a raised eyebrow, that smile of Jaskier's more than telling.]
And I much prefer the yelling you do in bed than on the road when I've done something foolish.
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[ With no people around to interrupt them, Roach notwithstanding, Jaskier swings his leg over Geralt so he can straddle the man's lap. He rest his forearms on Geralt's shoulders, pulling him in a little. ]
Do you now? Good, because I prefer to scream at you only for a pleasant reason.
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Is that kind of screaming involved in your plans for the night?
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It is. But I need a partner in crime for those plans to happen. You busy tonight?
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Hmm I was going to catch up on my beauty sleep but... [He trails off with a drawl, his hand lowering to playfully grasp at the bottom currently grinding at him.] I think I'd rather stay up for most of the night with you.
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Very generous of you, Geralt, sacrificing sleep to pound me into the mattress. [ His back arches, bum pushing against the hand, and he leans in to bite the witcher's lower lip. ]
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In this case, it's going to be a sleeping roll.
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It can be a rock for all care if you're there to keep me warm. [ He playfully curls a finger around a strand of that long, white hair. His legs also wrap more tightly around Geralt's waist before giving him a squeeze. ] Let's go, don't keep me waiting.
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They're pressed close by morning, the tent small and keeping close to share the warmth of their bodies. Geralt shifts into wakefulness first, his arm around the other man. It feels peaceful, no sign of danger he can sense from outside, the birds chirping and sunlight filtering through the trees and against the canvas that separates them from the outside world. Jaskier is still sleeping peacefully and Geralt can't help but take the moment to admire how calm he looks, completely trusting to let himself fall asleep like this with him. Moments later Geralt leans in to press his nose beneath his ear, lips kissing a line down the man's jaw and neck with a lingering hunger from the night before.]
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A pair of lips meet his skin and his eyelids twitch after a second but he doesn't quite wake up. Jaskier stirs a fraction, lets out a low, pleased hum at the sensations and rolls his hips back against the warm body behind him. ]
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He smiles some against Jaskier's neck at the way his body naturally rolls backward, his hand smoothing down the man's chest and stomach in careful, gentle strokes of his fingers.]
Hmm... are you awake yet?
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It's not enough to distract him from the wandering hand and the sweet mouth against his nape. A slow, contented smile spreads on his lips when Geralt's voice fills his ears. But no, he still doesn't want to wake up, he refuses. It's too nice a night to be already morning! Right? ]
Mmmm...nooo... [ It comes out as a soft gruff as the bard turns to bury his face on Geralt's chest, trying to hide from the light. He takes a deep breath, scenting Geralt, and purrs. ]
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Of course Jaskier protests even when half asleep, and Geralt finds himself smiling when the man turns to bury against him like a petulant child. His arm lifts and rests down again to accommodate, fingers now stroking down the length of Jaskier's spine instead.]
Funny, didn't think unconscious people could answer questions. [He jests quietly, lifting his chin enough to tuck the other man's head underneath. Fine, maybe they can stay like this a few more minutes.]
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The sun rises too early, it should be illegal...
[ He realizes he's being childish but he can't bring himself to care, at least for another five minutes. He does place a kiss on Geralt's shoulder after the witcher rests his chin on his head, as an apology. The touches to his back make the corner of his lips tug into a smile as he takes some slow, deep breaths and keeps his eyes open. ]
You smell nice. [ A pause, the smile on Jaskier's lips now unmistakeable in the tone of his voice. ] You smell of me.
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Hmmm... [He hums lowly at the kisses, nearly feeling the smile from the bard. It's enough to calm Geralt and make him feel at ease that this was the right choice after all.]
I could say the same of you. [He mutters quietly, fingers drawing idle circles and shapes across the back of Jaskier's thigh and up his hip.] You like it?
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He's more awake all of sudden, go figure, thanks to Geralt's hands roaming over his skin. He returns the touches, fingers running up Geralt's side, shifting his leg as the other invites him to do, and grinding their bodies close. Reluctantly, he lifts his head from under Geralt's head to meet his eye, looking at the man as if he is the sun. ]
I do. More so because I know it doesn't last long due to the life we lead.
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Maybe I don't want to leave either. [The intimate touches are nice and Geralt hums again at the small nips and kisses, fingers drifting upward toward the other's rear again to rest a palm against. Completely intentional.
The way Jaskier looks up at him is still new and Geralt feels a stirring in his chest every damn time. He meets that gaze with his own, calm and searching. How often do people see Geralt so relaxed?]
I suppose we could simply not bathe... [He's kidding but spoken so matter-of-factly.]
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[ The morning sounds are not something Jaskier always appreciates because it means he has to abandon the comfort of their bedrolls and get moving, but today it sounds sweet, relaxing. And then Geralt had to open his mouth and ruin it. Jaskier laughs and bats at his arm. ]
Not a chance! The bard announces, looking horrified at the mere suggestion.
[ The effect is ruined when he moves over Geralt to straddle his thighs, the blanked falling down his body with the movement. He shudders for a second when the cold air hits his skin but another part of his anatomy is still very warm and grinding down on his lover. Reaching down, Jaskier places Geralt's hands back on is ass and then runs his own down the man's chest, leaning in and pressing their lips together. ]
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