[Oh, with all these compliments, how was he to focus at all? (Really, it isn't the compliments that distract him. It's the lovely cascade of hair over one shoulder, white as the snow outside. It matches her pale skin -- though in the light of the barn, with the sun movement, she's taken on more of a golden glow to him. Except for her lingerie, of course. White, just like her. Like the creams of her clothes he finds she tends to. Everything to emphasize that hair.
The opposite of some people he knows, all pale skin and black leather. This is soft edges where he was all sharp corners.
He sits up, leaning back on his hands. His body, of course, is all hers to take in as she wishes.] A game? [Now that is how one keeps Jaskier's full attentions, despite the tease of breasts and belly.] I do love games. Am I to even know what game it is, first?
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The opposite of some people he knows, all pale skin and black leather. This is soft edges where he was all sharp corners.
He sits up, leaning back on his hands. His body, of course, is all hers to take in as she wishes.] A game? [Now that is how one keeps Jaskier's full attentions, despite the tease of breasts and belly.] I do love games. Am I to even know what game it is, first?
[Asked as if he hasn't already basically agreed.]