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Jaskier woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee. He blinked and looked around, disorientated by his surrounding.
This was not his bed.
“What the…” He muttered as he looked around. He saw his own face peering back at him from a couple of the picture frames. There were photos of him, Roach, Yennefer and Geralt’s misfit family all over the room.
Geralt.
He was in Geralt’s room, in Geralt’s bed. The memories came flooding back to him. The date to the zoo, takeaway back at Geralt’s apartment, Netflix and snuggling on the sofa. Oh and the kissing. The soft lazy kind that you had when you knew you had forever to enjoy yourself. God he hoped he had forever with Geralt. He’d been pining after his best friend for years. He’d thought Geralt had been joking at first when he’d suggested going to a zoo on a date. Jaskier had asked whether he meant as a ‘date date’ three times before he’d actually believed it, and even then he hadn’t been sure whether he’d been dreaming.
Perhaps he still was but oh lord did the smells from the kitchen feel real. Plus he was pretty sure that if it had been a dream then the night would have ended in some phenomenal sex. As it was Jaskier had pretty much fallen asleep in Geralt’s arms whilst watching Netflix and Geralt had carried him off to bed. The chivalrous fool had tried to sleep on the sofa only but half-asleep Jaskier had been particularly cuddly and pulled Geralt into the bed with him. He was a cuddler at night. He always had been. When they went on holiday together they’d often shared hotel rooms so thankfully Geralt was used to Jaskier’s koala behaviour.
Last night had been different though.
Last night Geralt had kissed his hair as he’d pulled Jaskier to his chest. Jaskier had returned the gesture by kissing Geralt’s chest. After that it all went a bit fuzzy. He was ninety percent sure that he’d told Geralt he loved him as he was falling asleep. Hopefully Geralt would take it as tired ramblings.
God he hoped he’d hadn’t fucked it up already. He’d always given his heart away too fast and Geralt had been no exception.
He groaned and pulled the sheets around his shoulders as he padded out to the kitchen. Geralt was standing over the stove looking absolutely radiant as always. His long hair was already pulled up into a messy bun. He wasn’t wearing a shirt but he had put on a pair of sweatpants, much to Jaskier’s disappointment.
“Coffee’s in the pot.” Geralt waved to the steaming cafetière on the counter with a spatula.
Jaskier hummed happily. Geralt had made the fancy kind! God he really did love him. He ignored the coffee pot to shuffle over to Geralt instead. He wrapped his arms around Geralt’s waist and buried his face between Geralt’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Morning.”
Geralt chuckled and covered one of Jaskier’s hands with his as he flipped a pancake. Jaskier peered over Geralt’s shoulder. They were the fluffy kind of pancake, his favourite! That explained the bacon smell. Bacon pancakes.
“Morning, Jask.” Geralt murmured.
“Love you.” Jaskier sighed as he rested he head on Geralt’s shoulder, placing a quick kiss on the bare skin. “and I don’t expect you to say it back.” He added quickly. “Just thought you should know.”
Geralt laughed again. He turned the heat off on the hob and then spun round to face Jaskier. Their faces were so close that Jaskier’s sleep addled brain couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to Geralt’s lips. They were just so kissable. Geralt cupped Jaskier’s cheek in his hand. “I already told you that I love you too.”
Well that woke him up. He blinked and narrowed his eyes at Geralt. “No?”
“Mhmm.”
“Nah.” Jaskier groaned and buried his face in Geralt’s shoulder. “No I would remember that. You sure this isn’t a dream?”
Geralt sighed. “Not a dream. I told you Yen threatened to kill me if I didn’t stop moping about and ask you on a date.”
Jaskier laughed. He remembered that. “You never could say no to her.”
Geralt kissed his head. “Worked out alright.”
“Hmm.” Jaskier agreed. It had worked out splendidly indeed.