Jaskier has, indeed, found the soap... only to lose it again when Geralt startles the hell out of him by grabbing him and pulling him near again. Look, he may have plenty of soap, but he needs it to last all winter! Especially if he's sharing with Geralt and his brothers! Those huge buff bodies require lots of soap.
He doesn't complain (yet) though, because Geralt is being, well. Adorable. Jaskier wouldn't have expected all this PDA in front of others, especially other witchers, but he's not about to turn it down any time soon. Jealousy can be invasive and quite toxic, he knows, but Geralt isn't acting on it, he's just being a bit grumpy... and it makes feel Jaskier loved and wanted. Sue him.
His hand moves up to pet Geralt's hair, and winces when he finds soap still there. Right, he didn't get to wash that off, oops. So he lowers it instead, making it land on the back of Geralt's neck, rubbing it softly, telling him it's ok. His other hand lands on Geralt's thigh for a little extra comfort, and his head turns a bit towards his lover as he speaks.
"I love you," he whispers. Part of him knows the other witchers may still hear him, but if Geralt doesn't care about PDA then he won't give a damn about this either. And maybe it can help chase those bedwarmer comments away (or is that too much hoping considering Lambert is, well, Lambert?). Jaskier isn't sure how the whole human emotions are in their scent thing works, but he concentrates on his feelings for Geralt anyway, hoping they come out stronger than any lust that is already fading away anyway. Geralt being affectionate and needy of his scent beats any kind of large cock, no matter how big and sexy it may be, so at least his giddiness over that should show up in his smell.
The rubbing of Geralt's neck continues as Jaskier turns his head again, opposite direction this time, to look at what's going on in the pool next to them. He laughs at Eskel drowning Lambert (this wolf keeps winning points with Jaskier, he really needs to work on that song for him quickly - you can't really hurry art, sadly, but something tells him he'll spend winter very inspired) and then he laughs harder at Cöen's comment.
"That's what I told Geralt when we met - that he smelled of onion," he explains as he sees the chance for a dig too. Cöen makes it so easy, and he's sure Geralt has been stingy with the details of their meeting. "I should've imagined it's a witcher thing. I get the entire Continent to throw coins at you yet soap and oils are, somehow, still missing in your bags." A little huff. "If you pass on any of these habits to the princess I swear I'll write a song that will have everyone throwing bars of soap at your stubborn heads."
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He doesn't complain (yet) though, because Geralt is being, well. Adorable. Jaskier wouldn't have expected all this PDA in front of others, especially other witchers, but he's not about to turn it down any time soon. Jealousy can be invasive and quite toxic, he knows, but Geralt isn't acting on it, he's just being a bit grumpy... and it makes feel Jaskier loved and wanted. Sue him.
His hand moves up to pet Geralt's hair, and winces when he finds soap still there. Right, he didn't get to wash that off, oops. So he lowers it instead, making it land on the back of Geralt's neck, rubbing it softly, telling him it's ok. His other hand lands on Geralt's thigh for a little extra comfort, and his head turns a bit towards his lover as he speaks.
"I love you," he whispers. Part of him knows the other witchers may still hear him, but if Geralt doesn't care about PDA then he won't give a damn about this either. And maybe it can help chase those bedwarmer comments away (or is that too much hoping considering Lambert is, well, Lambert?). Jaskier isn't sure how the whole human emotions are in their scent thing works, but he concentrates on his feelings for Geralt anyway, hoping they come out stronger than any lust that is already fading away anyway. Geralt being affectionate and needy of his scent beats any kind of large cock, no matter how big and sexy it may be, so at least his giddiness over that should show up in his smell.
The rubbing of Geralt's neck continues as Jaskier turns his head again, opposite direction this time, to look at what's going on in the pool next to them. He laughs at Eskel drowning Lambert (this wolf keeps winning points with Jaskier, he really needs to work on that song for him quickly - you can't really hurry art, sadly, but something tells him he'll spend winter very inspired) and then he laughs harder at Cöen's comment.
"That's what I told Geralt when we met - that he smelled of onion," he explains as he sees the chance for a dig too. Cöen makes it so easy, and he's sure Geralt has been stingy with the details of their meeting. "I should've imagined it's a witcher thing. I get the entire Continent to throw coins at you yet soap and oils are, somehow, still missing in your bags." A little huff. "If you pass on any of these habits to the princess I swear I'll write a song that will have everyone throwing bars of soap at your stubborn heads."