#scared potter?

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Prompt 8 - Silk

@jegulus-microfic May 8, Word count 486

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James finished what would have been his final loop of the quidditch pitch, before he went back to the changing rooms, when he spotted a figure clad in green rising to meet him. 

Regulus smirked at him as he flew closer.

“Going in already, Potter?” He drawled. James’s heart was pounding, and it wasn’t from the exercise. “Fancy throwing the quaffle around for a bit? I never get the chance normally.” He said as though he wasn’t bothered either way, but James had the feeling he really wanted James to say yes. 

“Sure,” He furrowed his brow. “This isn’t some clever ploy to take out Hogwarts’s best player is it?” Regulus’s face flushed red and his eyes widened in horror. 

“What—what do you mean?” He stuttered. James furrowed his brow further. 

“Is this a friendly practice or are you here to make sure I can’t play next week?” Relief washed over Regulus’s face and his patented scowl settled back in place. 

“Scared, Potter? Do you think I need to incapacitate you for my team to win?” A wicked glint flashed in his eyes as he suddenly sped towards James. James didn’t have time to react as he watched Regulus spin upwards at the last second and sail upside down over his head. He was so close his hair brushed against James’s forehead, it felt like silk. Soft and smooth and not yet drenched in sweat like James’s was. 

“Oh, it’s on!” He said to the wind and spun his own broom over and chased after the Slytherin seeker. 

“So has my brother said anything to you yet?” Regulus asked when they’d finished racing each other and were lazily tossing the quaffle back and forth. 

“No, not yet,” James replied. Should he say something about himself now? He felt rather nervous about voicing it and absent-mindedly chewed on his bottom lip. 

“What’s eating you?” Regulus asked when James hadn’t thrown the quaffle back. 

“Doesn’t matter.” He shook his head, “I’m quite tired, think I’ll call it a day, if you don’t mind.” He tossed the quaffle to Regulus and slowly descended to the ground. 

As he jumped off his broom, a hand grabbed his sleeve. He looked over his shoulder at Regulus. 

“What’s the matter?” If James didn’t know better he would have thought that Regulus was actually showing concern. He just shook his head again and tried to pull away, but Regulus had a vice-like grip. “Tell me what’s wrong.” 

James spun. The movement dragged Regulus against his chest. Regulus looked up and James stared right into his eyes, pouring everything he had into them. His chest was heaving with the effort. Regulus let out a gasp and his hand dropped from James’s sleeve. James felt his heart crack. 

He jumped on his broom and raced as fast as he could make the broom go back to the castle, leaving Regulus behind on the pitch.  

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[seidenbros]

In a matter of minutes, the sky turned from blue to grey to nearly black. They'd felt the increasing wind before which had made them hurry their steps, but they were not able to escape the thunderstorm that was rolling on.

“Jaskier, we need to hurry if we don't want to get drenched,” Geralt said through gritted teeth.

“You know, we would get to the next inn in time if we were actually riding on a horse.” Jaskier looked at Roach, who seemed to give him a glare, but that was probably just his imagination.

“You know we can't.” As much as Jaskier wanted to protest, he knew that Geralt was right, because Roach was already carrying enough weight at the moment, and they needed all of that. It wasn't like they could just abandon everything just to get to their destination. It wasn't even freezing cold, Jaskier didn't mind the rain at all – he loved the summer rain actually – but he knew how much force a storm could have, how much destruction lightning could leave behind.

Before they know it, the rain set in. Geralt grabbed Jaskier by the wrist and pulled him towards the trees to seek shelter from the downpour. In the distance, they could hear the thunder, but they couldn't see the lightning yet, because of their surroundings.

“So, you want us to stay here until this is over?” Jaskier quirked an eyebrow at Geralt,

“Don't tell me you want to go out into that downpour and get completely drenched? Are you mad?”

“You do know who you are talking to, right?”

“Yeah, you are mad...” Geralt shook his had half in amusement, half in exasperation. Before he could do anything, Jaskier stepped out of the shelter the trees were providing and into the rain. It smelled sweet and earthy, like the typical summer rain, which made Jaskier smile, even ad the rain made it's way through his clothes and onto his skin. “We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Geralt watched Jaskier stand there, already completely drenched.

“Yes,” Jaskier yelled over the sound of rain, a brilliant smile on his lips, as he tilted his face up to greet the rain. It felt amazing, it always did. He couldn't really say what it was about the summer rain, but it almost felt like it was cleansing his soul. For a moment, he simply stood there, enjoying the rain on his skin that cooled his body down after they'd been walking in the sun for hours. Slowly, he turned his face towards Geralt again as the rain was lessening. “You do know that lightning striked trees rather than flat land, right? So I'm actually safer here than you are over there.”

“I'm good here.”

“What's that, my dear Witcher?” Jaskier smirked, turning completely towards him, cocking his head to the left. “Are you afraid of a little rain?”

“That's not a little rain.” Geralt looks Jaskier up and down, his bright blue doublet now a couple of shades darker due to the water.

“So you are afraid,” Jaskier kept on teasing, but he looked up at the sky again, closing his eyes. It was already getting a bit lighter again, but the rain remained. There was still thunder and lightning all around, but still a bit away from them.

“Say that again.” Jaskier heard Geralt's voice close to his ear now, before he felt the Witcher's hands on his upper arms. The bard gasped when he opened his eyes and was suddenly nose to nose with Geralt. Still, he couldn't help but smirk.

“Scared, Witcher?”

“You wish!”

His words make Jaskier's smirk turn into a smile. His hands reach up to cup Geralt's face before he presses his lips to the Witcher's. He'd kissed a lot of people, but he'd never kissed anyone in the pouring rain before. Something that was so romanticised that he had to try it himself, and... it did live up to what he'd expected. More than that actually. Geralt's grip on his arms loosened, and instead, he dropped his hands to Jaskier's waist, pulling him closer. Seems like Jaskier wasn't the only one enjoying this kiss in the rain. They only parted when they both needed to come up for air. Staring into each others eyes, they both started chuckling.

“Maybe, we should keep going now to get to that inn... get out of these clothes, hm?” It was Jaskier's suggestion this time, because as much as he enjoyed standing in the rain, kissing Geralt in the rain, he liked being warmed by Geralt's body next to his in a comfy bed even more.

“You just want to get me naked, don't you?” Geralt asked, trying to suppress the smile that was about to break out on his lips.

“Maaaaaybe.” Jaskier pulled Geralt towards him for another quick kiss. “Can you blame me?”

No. No he could not, because he wanted to get Jaskier out of these wet clothes as well. To keep him from catching a cold of course.

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