Jaskier's heart starts racing when he feels that hand on his lower back and a very proud smile appears on his face. Ah-ha! Success! With his ego stroked and feeling incredibly pleased with himself, part of Jaskier wants to cover his fingers in cream and feed it to Geralt directly, but even Mr I've-fucked-in-ever-classroom knows his limits when it comes to public PDA.
"Oh, Geralt. It's not my tarts that are getting pleasure from this little display, believe me."
He licks his lips - both to take care of any leftover cream and because his scent is spiking at the sound of I could show you. Lowering his eyelids a bit and looking as coquettish as he can, he rests his chin on his hand and looks at Geralt with raw want in his eyes, somehow managing to munch on his tarts all the while. He doesn't take as much time with each bite now, definitely wanting to take up Geralt's offer, but he does lick his lips and make cute little sounds when able.
"Tell me, darling." Oh, that's a new one. Jaskier is going to test as many terms of endearment as possible. "Since that day in Vizima, have you ever allowed yourself to imagine how it'd be between us? I know I have."
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"Oh, Geralt. It's not my tarts that are getting pleasure from this little display, believe me."
He licks his lips - both to take care of any leftover cream and because his scent is spiking at the sound of I could show you. Lowering his eyelids a bit and looking as coquettish as he can, he rests his chin on his hand and looks at Geralt with raw want in his eyes, somehow managing to munch on his tarts all the while. He doesn't take as much time with each bite now, definitely wanting to take up Geralt's offer, but he does lick his lips and make cute little sounds when able.
"Tell me, darling." Oh, that's a new one. Jaskier is going to test as many terms of endearment as possible. "Since that day in Vizima, have you ever allowed yourself to imagine how it'd be between us? I know I have."