The benefit of them having been cuddling since Geralt saved him from the Nilfgaardian soldiers is that him getting into bed doesn't disturb Jaskier. In fact, having slept near each other for years have made them used to their companion's presence, barely noticing it anymore, but this is even better. Still slept but kind aware at the same time, Jaskier mumbles Geralt's name and presses his body against the witcher's as a content sigh leaves his lips. Almost perfect indeed.
He wakes up first, which is definitely uncommon - it usually only happens if Geralt is recovering from injuries. A quick look tells Jaskier he isn't, thank the gods, although it does bother him that Geralt is meditating and not actually sleeping. Sigh. He can't stay annoyed for long, though, because the fact Geralt chose to spoon him and sleep with a hand on Jaskier's heart doesn't go unnoticed. Adorable wolf pup.
"Love you." He whispers as he leans in to kiss Geralt's forehead - it's such a good way to start his morning, remembering how great it feels to be able to say those words freely now. "Rest, my dear witcher, you've earned it."
It's incredibly hard to leave the bed behind - Jaskier wants nothing more than stay in it with his lover the rest of the season, but duty calls. He moves as silently as possible to get ready and leave the room, completely skipping the dinning hall and going straight to his classroom. The good thing about this very early morning classes is that they'll get breakfast delivered to their desks, which makes the lecture more relaxed, like a lunch date with academic friends.
The students are all vibrating with questions about the werewolf and almost don't believe Jaskier when he says he still know nothing about it... yet, anyway. The class goes smoothly, without all the dramatic analysis from the previous day - Jaskier gets that when he leaves the lecture and makes his way to hand in his last report. Lots of teasing and congratulations are thrown his way, someone in the art department even mentions something about the ballad of the wolf and the lark that is being currently worked on.
Geralt is probably going to hate it, but he can't say he minds.
The kitchen is his next stop before going back - they need to finish packing, so he wants to ask for their lunch to be taken to their bedroom, so it can be a quick meal. Imagine his surprise when the cook tells him there's still seafood stew left, and where it all comes from in the first place. The entire staff giggles when Jaskier is left speechless and his legs become jelly.
What is it that he thought last time? How could a man be so bad yet amazing at this at the same time? Yeah. Jaskier is so touched he could almost cry.
Actions speak louder than words, that's his Geralt. Jaskier needs to pick a grand gesture in return, because sex and "I love you" obviously isn't enough, not after yesterday. It has to mean something in Geralt-speech, and it has to be big. That's how Jaskier finds himself back in the market, heart still stuck in his throat, looking for a very specific piece he had seen yesterday, before their argument/confession, and thought it was too soon to buy.
Not anymore.
There is a tray with ale and stew waiting at the room desk for Geralt to return, but as soon as he opens the door, he'll find himself with an armful of bard tackling him and kissing him as if his life depended on it. Lunch can wait.
"You went FISHING for me! And you didn't say anything, like the magnificent, noble bastard you are." Another kiss, this one shorter but still extremely passionate. "I love you, more than poetry and songs can ever dream to put into words. Here." He pushes a black velvet pouch in Geralt's hands, which contains a very specific piece of jewelry inside, its meaning obvious. "Go on, put it on me. Make your claim, my wolf."
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He wakes up first, which is definitely uncommon - it usually only happens if Geralt is recovering from injuries. A quick look tells Jaskier he isn't, thank the gods, although it does bother him that Geralt is meditating and not actually sleeping. Sigh. He can't stay annoyed for long, though, because the fact Geralt chose to spoon him and sleep with a hand on Jaskier's heart doesn't go unnoticed. Adorable wolf pup.
"Love you." He whispers as he leans in to kiss Geralt's forehead - it's such a good way to start his morning, remembering how great it feels to be able to say those words freely now. "Rest, my dear witcher, you've earned it."
It's incredibly hard to leave the bed behind - Jaskier wants nothing more than stay in it with his lover the rest of the season, but duty calls. He moves as silently as possible to get ready and leave the room, completely skipping the dinning hall and going straight to his classroom. The good thing about this very early morning classes is that they'll get breakfast delivered to their desks, which makes the lecture more relaxed, like a lunch date with academic friends.
The students are all vibrating with questions about the werewolf and almost don't believe Jaskier when he says he still know nothing about it... yet, anyway. The class goes smoothly, without all the dramatic analysis from the previous day - Jaskier gets that when he leaves the lecture and makes his way to hand in his last report. Lots of teasing and congratulations are thrown his way, someone in the art department even mentions something about the ballad of the wolf and the lark that is being currently worked on.
Geralt is probably going to hate it, but he can't say he minds.
The kitchen is his next stop before going back - they need to finish packing, so he wants to ask for their lunch to be taken to their bedroom, so it can be a quick meal. Imagine his surprise when the cook tells him there's still seafood stew left, and where it all comes from in the first place. The entire staff giggles when Jaskier is left speechless and his legs become jelly.
What is it that he thought last time? How could a man be so bad yet amazing at this at the same time? Yeah. Jaskier is so touched he could almost cry.
Actions speak louder than words, that's his Geralt. Jaskier needs to pick a grand gesture in return, because sex and "I love you" obviously isn't enough, not after yesterday. It has to mean something in Geralt-speech, and it has to be big. That's how Jaskier finds himself back in the market, heart still stuck in his throat, looking for a very specific piece he had seen yesterday, before their argument/confession, and thought it was too soon to buy.
Not anymore.
There is a tray with ale and stew waiting at the room desk for Geralt to return, but as soon as he opens the door, he'll find himself with an armful of bard tackling him and kissing him as if his life depended on it. Lunch can wait.
"You went FISHING for me! And you didn't say anything, like the magnificent, noble bastard you are." Another kiss, this one shorter but still extremely passionate. "I love you, more than poetry and songs can ever dream to put into words. Here." He pushes a black velvet pouch in Geralt's hands, which contains a very specific piece of jewelry inside, its meaning obvious. "Go on, put it on me. Make your claim, my wolf."