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"My fucking feet are wet, Geralt!", Jaskier whined for the seventh time.
"Yes, you mentioned it." Jaskier felt himself bristle at Geralts exasperated tone.
It was not his idea to come here. "It's a swamp! A fucking swamp! And this is your idea of a romantic date?"
"No. I told you I'd be working." Jaskier stopped walking for a moment to catch his breath at Geralt's fast pace.
"Nope, You told me, you would visit this romantic lake in Velen, wanna come Jaskier, it will be fun Jaskier-- and not a literal monsterinfested swamp!"
Geralt also stopped. He gave Jaskier a critical look and seemed to jugde his choice in outfit before shaking his head and continued walking.
"You never heard of sarcasm? It's Velen. What exactly did you expect?", the witcher said over his shoulder when Jaskier was trying to catch up to him.
"Well. I thought of a nice trip to this famous lakes you kept talking about. We would picnic together or rent a boat and float over the glittering waves while you feed me grapes, while I could have serenated you with the most touching lovesongs in all of history until you wept-- or I could have given you a blowjob."
Jaskier swore - swore - he heard Geralt snort and narrowed his eyes at the bastard.
Before he could start again to berate him, the witcher had stopped again. "We still can."
Geralt was flashing his teeth in his shiteating grin, than proceeded to move his hand in a big guesture of 'here we are' and--
Yep. There was a rotten, moss covered signpost laying in the mud that read 'lakeside view' and there was also--
"That boat has holes. I'm not getting in this boat."
"Suit yourself," said Geralt - again that bastard - and dropped his backpack, took out some potion and drowned it immediately.
The holes in the boat didn't seem to stop that thing from swimming, even with a fully equiped witcher on board.
"Have fun. Bring me a souvenir." Jaskier said.
(because wishing Geralt good luck meant Geralt was doing someting where he would need luck and- well, best not go there.)
Jaskier sat down on a dry looking patch and sighned. Now he would need to wait. His boots (his beautiful boots) were caked in mud, his socks were soaking wet and his phone was out of signal. Great. This was not how he wanted to spend his saturdays. Jaskier was bored out of his mind and--
He felt like an idiot. Of course Geralt couldn't just take a day off ("Monsters don't take a day of Jaskier") and go on a real date with him. Eventually he heard a lout shrill screaching before his thougths turned too gloomy. At least now it wouldn't take too long for Geralt to come back.
"Your souvenir." Geralt said and tossed the - what was it? A kikimora?- head at his feet. He tried not to gag.
"You are the epitome of romantism." Jaskier answered in a flat tone and looked for any visible injuries. Geralt gave him a soft look. That bastard made it hard to stay mad.
"I'm still rather cross with you."
Geralt didn't say anything to that and started to sort his backpack, put his swords away and wrapped the head up. They started their way back.
"Hey." Geralt said when his car was finally in view. "I'm sorry. I know that work has been keeping me bussy."
"It's fine Geralt. At least we got to spend time together."
Geralt looked at Jaskier a long moment, threw the head in the back of his truck and put his gear away in the backseat. He than looked another rather long moment at Jaskier.
"What?" Jaskier ask annoyed. He just wanted to go home--
"I love you."
--and wash that disgusting swamp smell off of him and--
What the Fuck?!
Geralt had gotten into his car and slammed the door behind him shut. Jaskier sprinted around the car and climbed in the passanger seat.
"You! You cannot just-- "
"Jaskier."
"No, wait, you cannot just fucking spring this on me out of nowhere - while we are in the middle of nowhere, no less. That's your idea of romantic? Saying that to me for the first time in fucking Velen? You are an aweful, aweful man, Geralt."
"Don't be so dramatic." Geralt gave him a look with an raised eyebrow. His soft smile betrayed him.
"Urg. I can't believe you. I love you too, you arsehole."
But he found himself smiling too. He loved it when Geralt let down his guard and showed him that soft side of his--
"So about that blowjob-"
"Start the fucking car! I'm not spending another minute in this revolting smelling monsterinfested Swamp! Have I mentioned that my feet are wet? Serioursly Geralt, what the fuck do you---"