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Imagine Lambert meeting Jaskier, throwing a snide insult at him, and Geralt growls, baring and snapping his teeth.
He puts a hand in the small of Jaskier’s back, supporting him, emboldening him.
Lambert throws up his hands, backing off and smiling.
He puts a hand in the small of Jaskier’s back, supporting him, emboldening him.
Lambert throws up his hands, backing off and smiling.
"I get it, Geralt," Lambert said. "Nobody raises a hand or word against your bard." Lambert sounded like he was joking, but Geralt knew he was sincere.
"That's right, they don't," Geralt said, and Jaskier was surprised that Geralt didn't clarify or correct the 'his bard' comment.
"That's right, they don't," Geralt said, and Jaskier was surprised that Geralt didn't clarify or correct the 'his bard' comment.
Geralt's hand snaked further around Jaskier's back, pulling him flush to his side.
"You are mine," he promised, as if he'd read Jaskier's mind. "As I am yours."
Jaskier beamed as Geralt kissed the the side of his head, gentle lips lingering on his skin.
"You are mine," he promised, as if he'd read Jaskier's mind. "As I am yours."
Jaskier beamed as Geralt kissed the the side of his head, gentle lips lingering on his skin.
"Never thought you of all people would go soft, Geralt," Lambert said with a grin.
"More soft and more feral all at once, Lambert," was Geralt's response. "You have no idea what I wouldn't do in his name. And my skills are just as sharp as they ever were, I promise you that."
"More soft and more feral all at once, Lambert," was Geralt's response. "You have no idea what I wouldn't do in his name. And my skills are just as sharp as they ever were, I promise you that."
Jaskier gave a sly smile, winking at Lambert before Geralt could stop him.
He knew /exactly/ what Geralt meant, because Jaskier felt the same. He himself was more fierce and feral, since he'd been with Geralt.
And while Geralt had softened, Geralt was also infinitely more feral.
He knew /exactly/ what Geralt meant, because Jaskier felt the same. He himself was more fierce and feral, since he'd been with Geralt.
And while Geralt had softened, Geralt was also infinitely more feral.
As if to prove a point, Geralt used his free hand to forcefully turn Jaskier's head, kissing him, nipping at his lip.
Not caring that Lambert was watching.
"You'll be around in the morning, yeah, Lambert? Good."
Not waiting for an answer, Geralt turned and headed for their room.
Not caring that Lambert was watching.
"You'll be around in the morning, yeah, Lambert? Good."
Not waiting for an answer, Geralt turned and headed for their room.
Jaskier trailed behind him, looking back at Lambert. "See you in the morning, Lambert. Nice to finally meet you."
Jaskier waved to Lambert with a flourish. The other Witcher just shook his head.
Yes, Geralt was now infinitely more feral.
In more ways than one.
//end thread.
Jaskier waved to Lambert with a flourish. The other Witcher just shook his head.
Yes, Geralt was now infinitely more feral.
In more ways than one.
//end thread.
