Is he finished? With the water, yes. With Geralt? Absolutely not.
A neutral hum again, oh dear. And time? Time to think about what? Potential threesomes? The hows and the whos? He guesses Geralt has probably never had a threesome, considering his usual limited companion options, but Jaskier wouldn't have minded paying for a whore even if he wasn't his favorite choice. Hell, maybe with him as a mediator, he could've chatted someone up and--
Oh. Of course. How could he not see it before?
"You were worried."
Another kiss is in order, this time fully on Geralt's mouth, sweet and tender and just full of affection, a hand even reaching up to cup Geralt's face and bring him down to make their foreheads touch when they pull apart. He hopes his silly comment back on Rinde hasn't been haunting the witcher's mind too badly, but this is Geralt, and Jaskier knows how low his self-esteem can go. Thank the gods he spoke up about it instead of bottling it up, though - Jaskier is so proud of him right now.
"I love you, Geralt of Rivia. Don't you dare forget that. This--" He points a flapping finger between them. "-means we're a couple now. I've been the witcher's bard for twenty years, now it just happens to carry a new meaning. Remember, that's why I got--"
He touches his chest and blinks when he finds nothing there. Oh, of course. He hid it back in Rinde! Since they still have a few days of road and forests left, Jaskier takes the chance to do a bit more of showing off (even if it's just the two of them) before they arrive to Ard Carraigh, where he knows he'll have to hide it again.
After letting go of Geralt, he reaches inside his cloak, takes the wolf brooch off his doublet and puts it back outside, this time over the heart area of the cloak. Then he grabs Geralt's hand and puts it on top of it, wondering if even through all the layers of cloth he can still hear his heartbeat.
"A wolf to claim and protect the songbird's heart."
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A neutral hum again, oh dear. And time? Time to think about what? Potential threesomes? The hows and the whos? He guesses Geralt has probably never had a threesome, considering his usual limited companion options, but Jaskier wouldn't have minded paying for a whore even if he wasn't his favorite choice. Hell, maybe with him as a mediator, he could've chatted someone up and--
Oh. Of course. How could he not see it before?
"You were worried."
Another kiss is in order, this time fully on Geralt's mouth, sweet and tender and just full of affection, a hand even reaching up to cup Geralt's face and bring him down to make their foreheads touch when they pull apart. He hopes his silly comment back on Rinde hasn't been haunting the witcher's mind too badly, but this is Geralt, and Jaskier knows how low his self-esteem can go. Thank the gods he spoke up about it instead of bottling it up, though - Jaskier is so proud of him right now.
"I love you, Geralt of Rivia. Don't you dare forget that. This--" He points a flapping finger between them. "-means we're a couple now. I've been the witcher's bard for twenty years, now it just happens to carry a new meaning. Remember, that's why I got--"
He touches his chest and blinks when he finds nothing there. Oh, of course. He hid it back in Rinde! Since they still have a few days of road and forests left, Jaskier takes the chance to do a bit more of showing off (even if it's just the two of them) before they arrive to Ard Carraigh, where he knows he'll have to hide it again.
After letting go of Geralt, he reaches inside his cloak, takes the wolf brooch off his doublet and puts it back outside, this time over the heart area of the cloak. Then he grabs Geralt's hand and puts it on top of it, wondering if even through all the layers of cloth he can still hear his heartbeat.
"A wolf to claim and protect the songbird's heart."