day five - game of seduction
jaskier is, to put it simply, a whore.
this is something geralt’s long since come to accept. after all, jaskier has been in imminent danger of castration many times throughout their years of acquaintance. it’s tragic in a way, to be entirely honest.
despite many people’s assumptions that he is unobservant at best and oblivious at worst, geralt certainly notices when jaskier’s attentions shift from the general populace to a single person - more specifically, geralt himself. how could he /not/ notice, when jaskier is so damned determined to seduce him?
it starts off, well, the very moment they meet. it starts with jaskier young and bright and caddish, baring his crotch with unmistakeable deliberation that very first day in the tavern, approaching him with quite possibly the worst pickup lines geralt had ever heard (eventually rivaled by “sexy goose”).
it starts off there, and then geralt does a decent job of staving off the advances until jaskier gets the damn point and returns to his former scampish ways.
it lasts maybe a year.
it lasts maybe a year, and then, before geralt knows it, he’s dressed in finery for a damn banquet because jaskier just had to perform, and before he knows it, jaskier is winking at him from across the room, and before he knows it, he’s enthralled.
he’s fucking enthralled with the sway of jaskier’s hips, with the spin of jaskier’s body, with the arch of jaskier’s spine, with the spark in his eyes and the spring in his step and the laughter in his voice...
he’s maybe a little bit drunk, but not enough to make it a bad idea when, at the end of the night, he doesn’t push jaskier away.
