Geralt tucking Jaskier into bed, with a kiss on the forehead. The kiss is soft and gentle, and Geralt whispers "I love you, dear one," into Jaskier& #39;s soft skin.
Geralt thought Jaskier was already asleep. He was wrong.
"I& #39;d very much like you to do that every night," he whispered.

Geralt froze, staring at Jaskier, his eyes wide with horror. Then he smoothed out Jaskier& #39;s sheets, headed to his own bed, and said nothing.
In the morning, neither man mentioned what had happened. Jaskier could tell that Geralt would not give him an answer, and didn& #39;t push it.

That night, however, when Jaskier was lying in bed, still very much awake, Geralt appeared at his side.
He looked Jaskier in the eye as he tucked him into bed, before once again pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"I love you, dear one," he said again, louder this time.

"I love you too, darling love," Jaskier answered.
They would talk about this in the morning, what it meant for them, their relationship, Jaskier knew. For now, he went to sleep, content and warm in the knowledge that Geralt of Rivia loved him dearly.

//end thread.