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Months have passed since that terrible day in Kaer Morhen. It hasn’t been easy for any of them to deal with the aftermath of so much destruction, betrayal and death. Nightmares were a common occurrence in each occupied room of the old keep, but even though not everyone was ready to talk about them, they were there for each other.
The days passed with periods of silences, when the grief overwhelmed them. Times when fights broke out and heated discussions about past mistakes flared up. Disagreements on how to proceed and ensure their safety when everyone on the continent and beyond seems to be hunting them.
But through all the hardship and pain, the bond between them grew stronger and more resilient than it ever was before. There were apologies made, comfort offered and shared, and walls slowly being let down. They had long discussions on how to move forward, not only in regards to the threats still looming out there, but in their relationships as well.
This is how Geralt finds himself waking up in his room at Kaer Morhen, with two warm bodies pressed against him. Their touch and scent have become so familiar in the mornings, he doesn’t startle anymore feeling someone beside him upon waking. The safety he feels, surrounded by the people he loves, still feels astonishing though. Feeling safe is not an experience he‘s used to yet.
A small part of his brain tries to pipe up, telling him that he won’t ever get enough time to get used to it. That this peace won’t last. There‘s too much evil waiting outside these walls and it will be coming for them soon. But right now the world seems to be holding its breath, allowing them a respite before surely unleashing new horrors upon them.
Geralt is grateful for it. Every moment he gets to spend with his family feels precious and he‘s finally learned to appreciate them as much as he can in the time they are given together.
“You are thinking very loudly, my dear,“ Yennefer sighs, her breath tickling Geralt‘s neck from where she‘s resting her head.
A smile twitches on his lips. “I apologize for interrupting your beauty sleep,“ he replies wryly.
Jaskier makes an affronted noise on his other side. “She doesn’t need any beauty sleep, have you seen her?“ he mumbles, without lifting his own head from Geralt‘s stomach.
He is very much like an overly affectionate cat sometimes and Geralt dutifully reaches out to pet his hair, enjoying the way Jaskier turns into his touch immediately.
“You‘re right of course,“ he says, looking over at Yennefer who is now propped up on one bent arm, watching them with a small smile. “May I make it up to you?“
Yennefer‘s smile widens for a second, before she can reign it in again. She lifts an eyebrow at him, her gaze traveling from his eyes to his lips and back again. “You may try,“ she answers, her voice playfully haughty.
Geralt doesn’t need to be told twice. He lifts himself up, careful not to dislodge Jaskier, and cards his free hand through Yennefer‘s hair too. He marvels for a moment on how different yet similar they feel. They both like to take care of their hair with special soaps and oils, something they‘ve bonded over and are still trying to convince Geralt to use regularly as well. He likes it from time to time, but he rather enjoys the benefit of getting to touch their silky soft hair even more.
Gently, he tucks some of the strands behind Yennefer‘s ear and leans in to kiss her. She welcomes him with another soft sigh, this time filled with pleasure. Geralt takes his time, keeping the pressure light and teasing her lips with his tongue without pressing forward.
That is until Yennefer lays her left hand on his chest, her fingertips caressing his flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. One long nail scrapes across his nipple once, twice. He groans into the kiss and deepens it, seeking out her tongue with his. She rewards him by slipping her hand further down across his stomach, where Geralt can feel Jaskier shift a little.
“Hey, don‘t start anything now,“ Jaskier whines, clearly not unaffected by the display. “I, for one, do need my beauty sleep.“
Geralt can’t help but break the kiss at that to gaze down at him and finds Jaskier looking at them through half-lidded eyes, apparently stuck somewhere between sleepy and horny.
“No, you don‘t“, is the only thing he can say, struck by how pretty Jaskier looks and how lucky he is to have them both here with him.
“Compliments will get you everywhere, and I find that you‘ve learned to take advantage of that,“ Jaskier complains and then proceeds to place a kiss on Geralt‘s stomach.
The pleasurable sensation seems to shoot through his whole body. Another thing he has not yet gotten used to is how they both treat him in bed. Sex with Yennefer has always been a sublime experience, but it was rare that they truly became intimate with each other beyond their carnal desires. That night they spent together on the mountain, sharing so much more than just their bodies, is a bittersweet memory. Something he didn’t think he could ever have again after what happened the following day.
Yennefer suddenly pinches his thigh, obviously having noticed how his thoughts have drifted again. He chuckles and in return grips a little tighter onto Jaskier‘s hair, who moans against his skin at the strong grip. The vibration of it makes Geralt gasp as well.
He‘s about to tug Jaskier up to have a taste of his wicked mouth, when there‘s a sudden knock on the door.
“Geralt? Are you awake?“
Jaskier huffs a laugh. “Your daughter is a menace,“ he mutters under his breath, though he can’t hide the affectionate note in his voice.
Geralt smiles down at him, while Yennefer quickly utters a spell which puts them into their underclothes, before she calls back towards Ciri. “We‘re awake, you can come in.“
The door opens slowly and Ciri pokes her head in, peering at them through squinted eyes. “Are you decent?“ she asks, suspiciously.
To be fair, her wariness isn’t completely unwarranted. Geralt had told her to always come to him when she needed him on the very first day they set foot in Kaer Morhen together. The first few nights where he found himself with his lovers‘ company were so unexpected and intoxicating, he didn’t think to warn Ciri to knock before entering his bedroom from that point on. Which led to her storming into it one morning and leaving again five seconds later, claiming that she’ll be having new nightmares from what she‘s seen.
Geralt had tried to apologize to her later, but Ciri had only rolled her eyes at him and told him she‘s happy for them. Her honest acceptance meant more to him than he could’ve ever imagined.
“Darling, I haven’t been decent a day in my life,“ Jaskier now exclaims, flopping down dramatically onto his back.
Yennefer beckons their daughter closer, while snorting at his antics. “That is probably the truest thing to ever come out of your mouth, bard.“
“Bite me, witch,“ Jaskier banters back, their playful insults making Geralt feel strangely warm.
“Later,“ Yennefer promises. “If you‘re lucky.“
Ciri stops in her approach and shakes her head. “You‘re being gross.“
Amused, Geralt tells them to behave. It gets him another raised eyebrow from Yennefer and Jaskier‘s arm stretching across his chest in a hug.
“Alright,“ Jaskier says, already snuggling in tight. “Cuddle time it is then.“
Geralt also leans back with a smile, allowing their bodies to slot together from head to toe. Yennefer meanwhile scoots away from him, leaving room for their daughter. Ciri grins, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, before she leaps into the bed with a small jump, jostling them all for a moment.
“A menace,“ Jaskier repeats, his hold on Geralt frantic so he doesn’t fall off the bed.
It‘s a tight squeeze, even for the bigger bed Geralt constructed especially for them last month. But as he hears Ciri‘s laughter and feels her cuddle up to him, he can’t bring himself to mind the way they‘re constricting all his movements. He looks over at Yennefer, who has put her arm around Ciri as well, and he feels overcome by the love he feels for each of them.
Geralt knows that he will do everything in his power to preserve this life they have found with each other. They are his family and he will keep them safe, no matter who or what may come for them.
There is nothing more important now than this.