Jaskier drags his hands down his face. This is a conversation they're actually having, huh. They haven't even gotten to fuck themselves yet, but Yennefer keeps climbing back into their love lives. He tries to tell himself that maybe this is for the best, to get out twenty years of shenanigans out of their minds before jumping into things with a clean slate, but it's hard to appreciate the moment of ~communication~ when Geralt is asking those kinds of questions.
"No, Geralt, it won't be a problem as long as you don't bring her up while we're having a moment. And I would like to believe not even you can be that tone deaf."
Geralt is socially awkward but he isn't dumb, right? Right. The next comment has Jaskier groaning and falling back on the bed again. Do I come off as that kind of person, he wants to ask, and stops himself just in time because he already knows the answer. What is he, some kind of pervert now? Just because that one lovely married couple asked him to sit in the corner and watch while they did it and what a lovely experience that had been...
Bad, bad brain.
"Fuck, Geralt, yes! That's the only time!" It comes out a little snappy, quite frustrated. "Because every time she showed up after that I'd try to be as far away as possible from the room you two were in, trying to find a stable boy or blacksmith that would help me forget the fact you weren't fucking me."
...ah. His mouth is running again, bollocks. He can't help it, it's what happens when his emotions explode like this - if he doesn't let them out, he'd explode himself.
"I thought you were dead." He repeats, his heart shrinking at the memory. If he's fucking things up with a very chatty mouth, may as well go all the way. "And suddenly the bloody elf tells me you aren't, and I had to see it with my own fucking eyes and what I found there..." With a sigh, his voice lowers to a hush. "I never thought I'd see you like that. I thought it was something you only did in brothels." He didn't think Geralt fucked people other than whores, he means. Because that's one of the excuses he used to tell himself on why he couldn't conquer the witcher's heart. "Heartbreak kicked in later. At that very moment, you looked exquisite, better than I could ever imagine, and her..." He louts a frustrated grunt he picked from Geralt. "...a very sexy but insane witch indeed."
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Jaskier drags his hands down his face. This is a conversation they're actually having, huh. They haven't even gotten to fuck themselves yet, but Yennefer keeps climbing back into their love lives. He tries to tell himself that maybe this is for the best, to get out twenty years of shenanigans out of their minds before jumping into things with a clean slate, but it's hard to appreciate the moment of ~communication~ when Geralt is asking those kinds of questions.
"No, Geralt, it won't be a problem as long as you don't bring her up while we're having a moment. And I would like to believe not even you can be that tone deaf."
Geralt is socially awkward but he isn't dumb, right? Right. The next comment has Jaskier groaning and falling back on the bed again. Do I come off as that kind of person, he wants to ask, and stops himself just in time because he already knows the answer. What is he, some kind of pervert now? Just because that one lovely married couple asked him to sit in the corner and watch while they did it and what a lovely experience that had been...
Bad, bad brain.
"Fuck, Geralt, yes! That's the only time!" It comes out a little snappy, quite frustrated. "Because every time she showed up after that I'd try to be as far away as possible from the room you two were in, trying to find a stable boy or blacksmith that would help me forget the fact you weren't fucking me."
...ah. His mouth is running again, bollocks. He can't help it, it's what happens when his emotions explode like this - if he doesn't let them out, he'd explode himself.
"I thought you were dead." He repeats, his heart shrinking at the memory. If he's fucking things up with a very chatty mouth, may as well go all the way. "And suddenly the bloody elf tells me you aren't, and I had to see it with my own fucking eyes and what I found there..." With a sigh, his voice lowers to a hush. "I never thought I'd see you like that. I thought it was something you only did in brothels." He didn't think Geralt fucked people other than whores, he means. Because that's one of the excuses he used to tell himself on why he couldn't conquer the witcher's heart. "Heartbreak kicked in later. At that very moment, you looked exquisite, better than I could ever imagine, and her..." He louts a frustrated grunt he picked from Geralt. "...a very sexy but insane witch indeed."
So yes. He liked it.