Things could change. Sometimes in an instant. Very easily, life could decide to take away everything from him. Tragedy and chaos were not fairytales to a witcher. They were job security. It was expected for things to go wrong. That was the very reason Geralt had kept his distance from people for so long. Attachments weren’t hard to make. They were were hard to keep.
But here, he didn’t have to worry about that. The only thing he truly needed to worry about was Jaskier’s cold feet waking him up in the middle of the night. And even that was hardly anything to be grumpy about becuase he was sure the rest of Jaskier would be plenty warm.
“Mhm,” more than his bed the bard said with that little twinkling smirk. Geralt already had a few ideas on how he could take advantage of that now that permission was given. He had given Jaskier the space to initiate affection when he wanted but knowing that the freedom was being given back to him, well the witcher was eager to try out these new boundaries.
The gentle petting was putting him back to sleep. Little fingers on his skin. Oh, how the witcher sighed. His eyes closed a little relaxing under the touch. What was Jaskier asking now? Ohh So they were putting a stamp on it, were they? “I prefer for you to call me your lion but boyfriend will do.” How public Jaskier was going to make this should have been a question but Geralt decided it didn’t matter. “You’re not planning on rubbing this Yennefer’s face, are you? She did save your life.” He pushed himself up and pressed a lazy kiss to the underside of Jaskier’s chin. “Be grateful she didn’t turn you into a cute little mouse.”