Not only Geralt doesn't push him, he puts his arms around him too, and once again they find themselves eating while kind-of-cuddling, which is as good as it can get. At least, in their current situation. Jaskier makes a mental note to get Geralt naked in bed sometime and have wine and cheese while tangled in the sheets... or maybe in a bathtub, if they can find one big enough.
He chuckles at the comment. "Now I have you, my dear? Not anymore. You could put a fire-proof spell on me and I'll still choose your lap."
The fact Geralt is eating the apple off the knife doesn't go unnoticed. How can this man make everything automatically sexy? Jaskier considers for a moment if it's his loved-tinted eyes and arrives to a conclusion, a guy eating food off a knife as if it was nothing definitely gives him extra attractive points. Witcher or not.
After leaving the pear on his lap for a moment, Jaskier reaches out and grabs Geralt's wrist, which he knows he can only do because they're eating, sort-of-cuddling and Geralt just lets him takes things from him. He guides the hand to his own mouth incredibly slowly, not wanting to fuck up and get hurt - his scent shows how nervous he is about is, yet very determined.
When the apple is safely in his lips though, all bets are off. He drops Geralt's hand and grabs his face instead to feed the apple to him directly from mouth to mouth, kissing him sweetly... in both the metaphorical and literal way now, thanks to the fruit juice on their tongues.
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He chuckles at the comment. "Now I have you, my dear? Not anymore. You could put a fire-proof spell on me and I'll still choose your lap."
The fact Geralt is eating the apple off the knife doesn't go unnoticed. How can this man make everything automatically sexy? Jaskier considers for a moment if it's his loved-tinted eyes and arrives to a conclusion, a guy eating food off a knife as if it was nothing definitely gives him extra attractive points. Witcher or not.
After leaving the pear on his lap for a moment, Jaskier reaches out and grabs Geralt's wrist, which he knows he can only do because they're eating, sort-of-cuddling and Geralt just lets him takes things from him. He guides the hand to his own mouth incredibly slowly, not wanting to fuck up and get hurt - his scent shows how nervous he is about is, yet very determined.
When the apple is safely in his lips though, all bets are off. He drops Geralt's hand and grabs his face instead to feed the apple to him directly from mouth to mouth, kissing him sweetly... in both the metaphorical and literal way now, thanks to the fruit juice on their tongues.