[ Where Jaskier rolls onto his back, Geralt turns on his side. In part, it's because laying on his back still isn't entirely comfortable, but—
He is watching, too. His friend. Who he's now fucked twice and likely will again, but it changes little in the end. He beds a lot of people. He is friends with very few. It's the second which makes Jaskier important to him, not the first. (He is important.) Although that doesn't mean he won't enjoy listening to Jaskier describe his thoughts. The things he's imagined, now or in the past.
Right. The tavern. He had been the one to plant that image, hadn't he? He means to act on it, at some point. When the mood strikes. At the moment, he's more than sated. For once, he's thinking not of blood soaked floors but of Jaskier bent over a table, groaning his name, that shaggy fucking hair in his eyes. It's not a bad picture. Not at all. ]
Mmh. [ He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His reply is wry, a bit of a twist to his lips. ] You certainly had me pinned down.
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He is watching, too. His friend. Who he's now fucked twice and likely will again, but it changes little in the end. He beds a lot of people. He is friends with very few. It's the second which makes Jaskier important to him, not the first. (He is important.) Although that doesn't mean he won't enjoy listening to Jaskier describe his thoughts. The things he's imagined, now or in the past.
Right. The tavern. He had been the one to plant that image, hadn't he? He means to act on it, at some point. When the mood strikes. At the moment, he's more than sated. For once, he's thinking not of blood soaked floors but of Jaskier bent over a table, groaning his name, that shaggy fucking hair in his eyes. It's not a bad picture. Not at all. ]
Mmh. [ He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His reply is wry, a bit of a twist to his lips. ] You certainly had me pinned down.