If the dining hall wasn't so full of noise right now, Jaskier's snort would be echoing all over the room.
"Twenty years, Geralt. Many things could -and shall- I call you, my dear, easy isn't one of them."
One would think that 'making him wait' would be received with whines of protest after such a performance, but there comes that nose brushing his head and Jaskier can only let out a cute little content sigh. This is nice - very nice. Romantic, even. Once gain, Geralt manages to be so without even trying, a big contrast against how much he sucks at it most of the time. Such a complex yet simple man, how could Jaskier not love him?
"You're right." He finally admits as he drops his head on Geralt's shoulder. The newly filled cup of wine is left untouched for now, instead his hand is raised to call for the serving girl that carries the tray of desserts. "Usually this would be one of my favorite parts - the chase. The build up! The foreplay!" Since one hand is still on Geralt's thigh without any plans to pull back for now, only one is left to do all the dramatic gesturing. "Letting the tension build until sparks of magic are twinkling with every touch, and every heated gaze makes promises without the need of words, sending shivers through every bone and muscle of wanting bodies..."
There's more poetry where that come from (there always is), but he's interrupted by the desserts girl finally reaching their spot on the table. Jaskier beams but doesn't move his head from his very cozy spot on Geralt's shoulder, easily choosing the tarts he wants from the tray: one raspberry almond, one strawberries and cream, and a simple egg one. The girl leaves after giving them a sweet look and giggling to herself.
"So you see, dear witcher..." He continues as if there hadn't been any interruptions, free hand grabbing a fork and burying it in the egg tart. "This is what you've made of me. I'm weak and wanting, driven crazy by golden eyes and a lovely bottom in tight pants during two whole decades. You've made this humble bard lost his foot in the path of seduction, I hope you're proud of yourself."
The semi-pornographic sounds make a comeback when Jaskier tastes the tart, and he goes for two more bites before speaking again.
"You're making up for it now, however. This is a lovely moment - I feel fulfilled and content. Food, witcher and wine!" He chuckles as he makes fun of the wording he use on Geralt so many years ago. "I know you don't like loud and crowded places, so thank you."
He raises his fork to offer Geralt some of the tart. Whether Geralt accepts it or not, it doesn't matter, it's already influencing the gossiping. Comments about the beasts slowly disappear to talk about how cute the bard and his witcher are together instead.
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"Twenty years, Geralt. Many things could -and shall- I call you, my dear, easy isn't one of them."
One would think that 'making him wait' would be received with whines of protest after such a performance, but there comes that nose brushing his head and Jaskier can only let out a cute little content sigh. This is nice - very nice. Romantic, even. Once gain, Geralt manages to be so without even trying, a big contrast against how much he sucks at it most of the time. Such a complex yet simple man, how could Jaskier not love him?
"You're right." He finally admits as he drops his head on Geralt's shoulder. The newly filled cup of wine is left untouched for now, instead his hand is raised to call for the serving girl that carries the tray of desserts. "Usually this would be one of my favorite parts - the chase. The build up! The foreplay!" Since one hand is still on Geralt's thigh without any plans to pull back for now, only one is left to do all the dramatic gesturing. "Letting the tension build until sparks of magic are twinkling with every touch, and every heated gaze makes promises without the need of words, sending shivers through every bone and muscle of wanting bodies..."
There's more poetry where that come from (there always is), but he's interrupted by the desserts girl finally reaching their spot on the table. Jaskier beams but doesn't move his head from his very cozy spot on Geralt's shoulder, easily choosing the tarts he wants from the tray: one raspberry almond, one strawberries and cream, and a simple egg one. The girl leaves after giving them a sweet look and giggling to herself.
"So you see, dear witcher..." He continues as if there hadn't been any interruptions, free hand grabbing a fork and burying it in the egg tart. "This is what you've made of me. I'm weak and wanting, driven crazy by golden eyes and a lovely bottom in tight pants during two whole decades. You've made this humble bard lost his foot in the path of seduction, I hope you're proud of yourself."
The semi-pornographic sounds make a comeback when Jaskier tastes the tart, and he goes for two more bites before speaking again.
"You're making up for it now, however. This is a lovely moment - I feel fulfilled and content. Food, witcher and wine!" He chuckles as he makes fun of the wording he use on Geralt so many years ago. "I know you don't like loud and crowded places, so thank you."
He raises his fork to offer Geralt some of the tart. Whether Geralt accepts it or not, it doesn't matter, it's already influencing the gossiping. Comments about the beasts slowly disappear to talk about how cute the bard and his witcher are together instead.