Hey boo. It's ya wife. May I pretty please request Geraskier with a high-on-catmint, chatty Geralt? That's all. Just the boys being affectionate and Geralt Using Words.
HI BABE I LOVE YOU!
I’m also rather crossed rn so I hope this is legible lmao
Warnings: Geralt is high as a motherfuckin kite, other than that it’s pretty sweet
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“JASK! My bard! Hello!” Geralt was laying on his back with his head hanging off the side of the bed with a ridiculously excited smile.
Jaskier chuckled and set his lute against the wall before locking the door behind him, “Hello witcher. What’s got you so chipper?”
Geralt snapped his mouth shut and rolled over, “Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
Geralt sat up and pulled his knees up to his chest, shrugging and biting his lips to keep them shut. Jaskier nodded, not buying it in the slightest as he undressed for bed. He kept an eye on Geralt as he went about folding up his clothes and pre-packing their bags for the morning. Every time he looked up, Geralt was staring at him with big doe eyes and a dreamy expression and he’d pretend not to be looking as soon as he noticed Jaskier could see him. When Jaskier got to his pack everything made sense.
“Darling, did you get into the catmint?”
Geralt giggled and stretched out on the bed, reaching for his hand, “Maybe. Don’t be mad! I just got so bored without you. And then I was looking for that book and it just seemed like a good idea. And I didn’t mean to take so much! But it’s fun!” he pulled Jaskier onto the bed with him in a fit of giggles.
“Good gods, Geralt. I’m not mad. A little left out maybe. How much did you take?” Jaskier laughed, shimmying so he was laying on top of Geralt.
The witcher murmured something too quiet for Jaskier to hear as he brushed his hair back, scratching lightly at his scalp.
“What darling?”
“I said I love you.” Geralt sighed, running fingers over Jaskier’s cheekbones, “I love you and you’re so patient with me and I’m such an ass.”
“You’re only an ass sometimes,” Jaskier argued.
Geralt leaned up and kissed Jaskier’s nose, “But you’re amazing all the time. I’m gonna tell you how perfect you are more. I will!” Geralt insisted as Jaskier started to laugh.
Jaskier sat up, straddling Geralt’s waist, “I love you, darling, but you don’t need to. You tell me you love me in other ways.”
Geralt beamed, holding onto Jaskier’s thighs, “You notice?”
“Of course I notice, love,” Jaskier sighed, rolling off to lay next to him.
“Good,” Geralt rolled till he was half laying on top of him, “I mean it.”
Jaskier ran his hands through Geralt’s hair as he started to purr. “I know you do, Sweetheart.”
“Jask?”
“Hm?”
“You’re spinning,” he snorted, softly gripping Jaskier’s shirt and nuzzling closer.
Jaskier propped himself up on his elbow and tilted Geralt’s chin up to get him to make eye contact, “Do you need some water, love? Food?”
Geralt shook his head and gave him a slightly sloppy kiss before settling his head on his shoulder, “Just you.”