He wanted to know what I had done to upset you. Jaskier hopes his scent doesn't give away too much how that little comment pleases him. Eskel has become such a good friend already, and it makes Jaskier glad on many different levels. Because he likes having friends in general, because befriending witchers can't be this easy and catching a second one is almost fairy tale like, and also... well, he can't deny there's something -ahem- nice about a handsome man punching another in your honor.
Jaskier's aware of how that particular thought sounds, and that's why he allows Geralt to drop the subject. Can't have the witcher getting all jealous again - and while Jaskier isn't about to start walking on eggshells around his lover (he needs to learn to trust!) the wound is still fresh, and poking it wouldn't make either of them any good. It would also ruin the moment, and Jaskier is enjoying this bath too much to allow anything to spoil it.
(Famous last words.)
Washing Geralt's hair (and grooming him in general) is part of their routine, something he does without thinking by now. Feeling the witcher relax under his talented hands fills him with pride and joy, and he wishes he could make Geralt feel like this (loved, taken care of, safe, simply content) every day of his shitty life. But he'll take what he can, especially now that they--
Wait.
What is that sound?
Is Geralt... is Geralt bloody purring?
He is. GERALT IS PURRING. This is amazing! Shock gets the better of Jaskier for a second, and his hands stop as his breathing pauses - he could swear his heart skips a beat as well. Is Geralt even aware he's doing this? That thought shakes him out of his numbly surprised state and like the performer he is, he quickly goes back to his task and his humming, not skipping even one beat. This has never happened before and he fears that if he brings attention to it, Geralt will make it stop.
And Jaskier doesn't want it to stop.
It's so wonderful. Another hidden side of Geralt only he gets to treasure. What has brought this on, he isn't sure - is it the effect of the hot springs? A post-orgasm kind of bliss? Geralt lowering his defenses because he's at the keep, or because of this new level of understanding with Jaskier? Curiosity is killing him, but for once, Jaskier keeps the questions for himself. There will be time to figure it out later - for now, he'll enjoy the hell out of this cute quirk of his lover's.
That is, until a shadow suddenly appears looming over them.
"What the fuck is that noise, Geralt?"
The purring stops, and so do the fingers. Because Jaskier is now seeing red.
"YOU! YOU IMBECILIC, SWAMP-DWELLING, BESPAWLER, DIMWITTED GNASHGAB, WANKING BASTARD SON OF A DEAD NEKKER!" The sweetness of his scent disappears to allow pure, raw anger to take over. Which means there's a bar of soap being thrown at Lambert's head. It shows how angry Jaskier is at the interruption, because that's damn good soap! Sorry about all the yelling so close to your ears, Geralt. "Are you incapable of reading the bloody room, you dunce of a witcher!"
Laughter follows Jaskier's words, Eskel is also entering the hot spring area. And there's another sign of Jaskier being quite angry at the moment - he hasn't noticed yet that the two new arrivals are, you know. Fucking naked.
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Jaskier's aware of how that particular thought sounds, and that's why he allows Geralt to drop the subject. Can't have the witcher getting all jealous again - and while Jaskier isn't about to start walking on eggshells around his lover (he needs to learn to trust!) the wound is still fresh, and poking it wouldn't make either of them any good. It would also ruin the moment, and Jaskier is enjoying this bath too much to allow anything to spoil it.
(Famous last words.)
Washing Geralt's hair (and grooming him in general) is part of their routine, something he does without thinking by now. Feeling the witcher relax under his talented hands fills him with pride and joy, and he wishes he could make Geralt feel like this (loved, taken care of, safe, simply content) every day of his shitty life. But he'll take what he can, especially now that they--
Wait.
What is that sound?
Is Geralt... is Geralt bloody purring?
He is. GERALT IS PURRING. This is amazing! Shock gets the better of Jaskier for a second, and his hands stop as his breathing pauses - he could swear his heart skips a beat as well. Is Geralt even aware he's doing this? That thought shakes him out of his numbly surprised state and like the performer he is, he quickly goes back to his task and his humming, not skipping even one beat. This has never happened before and he fears that if he brings attention to it, Geralt will make it stop.
And Jaskier doesn't want it to stop.
It's so wonderful. Another hidden side of Geralt only he gets to treasure. What has brought this on, he isn't sure - is it the effect of the hot springs? A post-orgasm kind of bliss? Geralt lowering his defenses because he's at the keep, or because of this new level of understanding with Jaskier? Curiosity is killing him, but for once, Jaskier keeps the questions for himself. There will be time to figure it out later - for now, he'll enjoy the hell out of this cute quirk of his lover's.
That is, until a shadow suddenly appears looming over them.
"What the fuck is that noise, Geralt?"
The purring stops, and so do the fingers. Because Jaskier is now seeing red.
"YOU! YOU IMBECILIC, SWAMP-DWELLING, BESPAWLER, DIMWITTED GNASHGAB, WANKING BASTARD SON OF A DEAD NEKKER!" The sweetness of his scent disappears to allow pure, raw anger to take over. Which means there's a bar of soap being thrown at Lambert's head. It shows how angry Jaskier is at the interruption, because that's damn good soap! Sorry about all the yelling so close to your ears, Geralt. "Are you incapable of reading the bloody room, you dunce of a witcher!"
Laughter follows Jaskier's words, Eskel is also entering the hot spring area. And there's another sign of Jaskier being quite angry at the moment - he hasn't noticed yet that the two new arrivals are, you know. Fucking naked.