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“Geralt.”
Geralt made a vaguely inquisitive hum as he turned the page of his newspaper. Jaskier was forever teasing him that it was old-fashioned but he still preferred the feel of it to scrolling on the tablet.
“Geralt,” Jaskier singsonged more insistently.
Geralt twitched the newspaper so he could see the other man over it from his spot on the comfortable but ugly couch that took up an entire wall of their living room. “What, Jaskier?”
“Dance with me?” Jaskier held out a hand towards him, an inviting look on his face.
Geralt frowned at the hand then looked back up at Jaskier’s face. “Why?”
“Because I want to dance with you and because I asked you to,” Jaskier answered. “Come on, Ciri isn’t home; there’s no one to see you look silly, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
Geralt cocked an eyebrow at the younger man. “When have I ever been afraid of that? I chose to spend my life with you, after all.”
Jaskier huffed out a laugh. “You’re so witty, darling. Come on, please? Indulge me?”
Geralt made a show of folding his newspaper. “Don’t I always?”
Jaskier smiled triumphantly as he pulled Geralt to his feet. “You do; you’re so good to me.” He fit his slightly smaller frame to Geralt’s broader one, wrapping his arms around Geralt’s shoulders as the older man did the same around Jaskier’s waist.
“What about music?” Geralt asked as Jaskier began to sway. “It’s kind of hard to dance without music.”
Jaskier pulled back to look Geralt in the eye. “What about music? he asks. What about music, indeed. It’s like you don’t even know me.” He pecked a kiss on Geralt’s lips to take the sting out of his teasing before laying his head on Geralt’s shoulder and beginning to hum. Geralt and Jaskier swayed slowly around the living room; Geralt making sure they didn’t trip over any of Ciri’s toys that hadn’t been fully put away before she went to Yennefer’s or the coffee table (if they broke another one, they’d never hear the end of it). As they swayed, Geralt relaxed more and more, reveling in the feeling of Jaskier in his arms; no Ciri to chase after, no work to finish up, or household chores to catch up on, just this beautiful man who had somehow fallen in love with him even when he didn’t know how. Eventually Jaskier ran out of songs to hum and started to kiss the skin on Geralt’s neck he had previously nuzzled.
“I didn’t recognize that last one,” Geralt muttered, not anxious to break the quiet moment but curious about the new song. Normally, Jaskier didn’t share songs unless they were completely finished or he needed help ironing out the last of the kinks. Geralt hadn’t realized he was working on anything new; neither of them had much time or energy to work on much creatively while chasing a toddler.
Geralt felt Jaskier’s smile against his skin before he spoke. “You were paying attention.” He pulled back just enough to be able to look at Geralt’s face again as he remained wrapped around him. “I just have the melody so far but it felt right to share it with you now. What do you think of it so far?”
“Sounds nice,” Geralt answered. “I can’t wait to hear with you do with it. Your songs are always brilliant.”
Jaskier’s smile grew softer, his eyes shining with love for the man holding him. “Can’t help but write good songs when I have such an amazing life to draw from- a handsome husband who takes such good care of his family, a beautiful daughter who drives me crazy and makes my life worth living; what else could I want?”
Geralt had never been good with words the way that Jaskier was and had to lean in and kiss him then, unable to express the feeling bubbling up in his chest any other way. A soft brush of lips that Jaskier pushed back into, deepening it as he slid his fingers into Geralt’s hair to hold him where he wanted him. Without a moment’s hesitation, Geralt pulled Jaskier in closer so the already small space between them was gone entirely and put as much affection into the kiss as Jaskier had. When Jaskier let him up for air, Geralt dropped another light kiss on the other man’s brow. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know?” Geralt whispered gruffly, causing Jaskier to beam again.
“Your way with words continues to woo me, my dear,” Jaskier told him, winking at him before laying his head back on Geralt’s shoulder. “Now shut up and hold me.” He started humming again and this Geralt knew how to do. He started their slow turn around the living room again, reveling in the love he held in his arms, and tried to harmonize.