[Jaskier has already been giving her his usual updates about their journey into the desert, but he can admit it's been a bit dry (hah) this round. Though he was very animated about how much his ability to grow food has improved upon their months on the Path in the past.
However, he can completely appreciate when Nadine pings him with this.]
Oh! Younger, she says! You wound me. You must tell me about this younger man, in full detail, immediately.
[He senses Julie has told him a word for this sort of thing, but he can't bring it to mind immediately.]
Not THAT much younger, he's 30. His name's Klaus. He's cute, he's sort of an artsy guy but not an artist. He's in Solvunn, he's from a similar world to me. Smokes a lot of weed. He thinks how we handle our open relationship is really hot and fully encouraged me to give you all the details.
We've hung out in Nocwich a couple of times. The first time he just spent half an hour petting my cloak while we debated how to classify foods. We ended up getting a little frisky during the fairy ball. He's just fun and casual and doesn't seem to take much seriously, and approaches sex the same way.
[And here he was so ready for her to be going for a -- well. A young man. Still, quite a bit younger than himself. Considering their mutual agreement to an open relationship partly due to Jaskier's -- let's say kinetic energy -- that she found a younger man is a bit intriguing to him.
And that he wants Jaskier to know the details. Ooh.]
Your... cloak? As in the one you wear? [There's no judgement, but real question.] An interesting first experience, to be sure. Though artistic, you say... my dear, we may be finding a developing pattern.
I jest. He sounds perfect for you. And I am not, of course, against our meeting, if you would like it.
Yeah, yeah, and the only other guy I sort of dated besides you was a rock star, I like creatives. I think he's what we called in my world a bohemian. Okay does your world have people who just kind of hang around in taverns and drink and smoke all night and talk about art and theater and politics and philosophy, but just support it all and don't do it themselves?
Maybe. He IS really cute. He's tall and slim, dark hair. Really expressive eyes. Great hands. And not against being ordered around in bed.
Wanting to fuck artistic men is hardly a flaw, my dear. In fact, I would tell you that you are completely right in doing so.
[There's a laugh somewhere in there. Surely she can hear it.]
We called them patrons.
Expressive eyes are a must, after all. I do hope you fully intend on bullying him in bed. As an artistic type, I can assure you that we always desire a little more.
Somehow I'm not surprised you feel that way. But you'll always be my FAVORITE artistic guy to fuck.
[Nadine hardly ever actually uses the word 'fuck', but when she does, it tends to be in this sort of context. Deliberately used for the thrill. This is her version of sexting.]
Oh I already have. He is very good at taking direction. And I've learned that I really like giving instruction. A lot.
Maybe I've been a little too easy on you in the bedroom...
[Oh, if there's anything he truly loves about this land, it's this. Who could have dreamed about sexy little messages from one head to another? Mages, he imagines, can do those sorts of bits, and he has heard they can have you imagine full fantasies if they wish. This, though. It feels more genuine.]
Easy? After the bruises I've sported? Not that I'm complaining, mind... you know, if you think I'm not following instructions well enough, that does sound like ground for punishments.
[This sort of thing does feel very genuine. And it's entirely new and novel to Nadine. Her sexual awakening had come after cell phones and DMs were a thing of the past.
That makes it exciting.]
I think maybe I'm just not giving you ENOUGH instruction. It's easy to follow easy directions...but I think you can handle a little bit of a challenge.
[Because denying it would be nothing less than a lie.
Whatever he was doing, it's promptly put to the side, because if she's going to keep going with this, she is absolutely getting his full attention.
A challenge. He swallows.] Truthfully, I was going to help set up a fire for when Geralt returns, but suddenly I find myself preoccupied. What was that about challenges?
[Oh, Geralt's definitely going to side-eye him for this. And yes, Jaskier is shameless, but this is absolutely, particularly shameless.
Geralt should understand. All this time, alone, in the desert? It makes a man hunger. And he's without Julie -- which, dammit, now he thinks of it, what if this is a double-team? What if he left to "hunt" because Julie is doing something similar?
He deserves this.]
Oh, believe me, I know exactly how long he'll take. A dangerous game we're playing, Nadine -- because if I should get a bit, one might say, challenged, Geralt will absolutely smell what's going on.
[Quite literally. It hardly bothers Jaskier, but he thinks it's only fair to warn her.]
[Ooh, how does he mention how many times that's happened already in the last two decades...? No, she can learn it later. This is about them, not imagining Geralt walking in on them. Unfortunately, Nadine is not attracted to Geralt enough (one of her only faults, truly.)
Yes, he may have interest in voyeurism, thank you!]
Oh, you'll be the death of me. I care not if he trips over my cock, even. What do you want me to do?
[It's surprising how exciting this feels. And emboldening to think she can do this to him even though he's miles and miles away in the desert somewhere. She settles back into her pillows, biting at her lower lip.]
I want you to think about me. Lying here in bed, naked except for one of your shirts. It's so loose on me it barely covers my breasts. I just had a bath and I'm all soft and clean and smell like wildflowers and honey.
[Oooh. He shivers. He loves it when she gets poetic.
It's quite exciting. Perhaps mages make frequent use of some similar abilities, but Jaskier could not imagine being capable of -- well. Long-range erotic messaging, as one may call it.
While his bedding may hardly be as comfortable, he at least has a bedroll to lay upon, and his lute to lean it against. (And is it not perfectly fitting to be laying against one love, while the other controls him from Cadens?]
An easy image to conjure, when I know it so well. [But he does so. Lays back, hand carefully pulling at the ribboned string that holds his trousers together. (All right, he may be cheating a little already.)] And? Do you mean to tell me all you're doing is laying in bed while thinking of me?
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However, he can completely appreciate when Nadine pings him with this.]
Oh! Younger, she says! You wound me. You must tell me about this younger man, in full detail, immediately.
[He senses Julie has told him a word for this sort of thing, but he can't bring it to mind immediately.]
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We've hung out in Nocwich a couple of times. The first time he just spent half an hour petting my cloak while we debated how to classify foods. We ended up getting a little frisky during the fairy ball. He's just fun and casual and doesn't seem to take much seriously, and approaches sex the same way.
I think you'd like him a lot.
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And that he wants Jaskier to know the details. Ooh.]
Your... cloak? As in the one you wear? [There's no judgement, but real question.] An interesting first experience, to be sure. Though artistic, you say... my dear, we may be finding a developing pattern.
I jest. He sounds perfect for you. And I am not, of course, against our meeting, if you would like it.
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Yeah, yeah, and the only other guy I sort of dated besides you was a rock star, I like creatives. I think he's what we called in my world a bohemian. Okay does your world have people who just kind of hang around in taverns and drink and smoke all night and talk about art and theater and politics and philosophy, but just support it all and don't do it themselves?
Maybe. He IS really cute. He's tall and slim, dark hair. Really expressive eyes. Great hands. And not against being ordered around in bed.
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[There's a laugh somewhere in there. Surely she can hear it.]
We called them patrons.
Expressive eyes are a must, after all. I do hope you fully intend on bullying him in bed. As an artistic type, I can assure you that we always desire a little more.
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[Nadine hardly ever actually uses the word 'fuck', but when she does, it tends to be in this sort of context. Deliberately used for the thrill. This is her version of sexting.]
Oh I already have. He is very good at taking direction. And I've learned that I really like giving instruction. A lot.
Maybe I've been a little too easy on you in the bedroom...
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[Oh, if there's anything he truly loves about this land, it's this. Who could have dreamed about sexy little messages from one head to another? Mages, he imagines, can do those sorts of bits, and he has heard they can have you imagine full fantasies if they wish. This, though. It feels more genuine.]
Easy? After the bruises I've sported? Not that I'm complaining, mind... you know, if you think I'm not following instructions well enough, that does sound like ground for punishments.
Straying into NSFW territory
[This sort of thing does feel very genuine. And it's entirely new and novel to Nadine. Her sexual awakening had come after cell phones and DMs were a thing of the past.
That makes it exciting.]
I think maybe I'm just not giving you ENOUGH instruction. It's easy to follow easy directions...but I think you can handle a little bit of a challenge.
What are you doing right now?
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[Because denying it would be nothing less than a lie.
Whatever he was doing, it's promptly put to the side, because if she's going to keep going with this, she is absolutely getting his full attention.
A challenge. He swallows.] Truthfully, I was going to help set up a fire for when Geralt returns, but suddenly I find myself preoccupied. What was that about challenges?
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How long do you think Geralt's going to be gone for? And I'd recommend underestimating that number, just to be safe.
[Geralt really does not need to walk into the middle of their long-distance sex games.]
we have definitely hit nsfw territory
Geralt should understand. All this time, alone, in the desert? It makes a man hunger. And he's without Julie -- which, dammit, now he thinks of it, what if this is a double-team? What if he left to "hunt" because Julie is doing something similar?
He deserves this.]
Oh, believe me, I know exactly how long he'll take. A dangerous game we're playing, Nadine -- because if I should get a bit, one might say, challenged, Geralt will absolutely smell what's going on.
[Quite literally. It hardly bothers Jaskier, but he thinks it's only fair to warn her.]
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Unless you don't care. Because you are definitely going to get challenged.
Mostly it comes down to if you have enough time to get yourself off or not.
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Yes, he may have interest in voyeurism, thank you!]
Oh, you'll be the death of me. I care not if he trips over my cock, even. What do you want me to do?
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[It's surprising how exciting this feels. And emboldening to think she can do this to him even though he's miles and miles away in the desert somewhere. She settles back into her pillows, biting at her lower lip.]
I want you to think about me. Lying here in bed, naked except for one of your shirts. It's so loose on me it barely covers my breasts. I just had a bath and I'm all soft and clean and smell like wildflowers and honey.
And I'm missing you something awful.
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It's quite exciting. Perhaps mages make frequent use of some similar abilities, but Jaskier could not imagine being capable of -- well. Long-range erotic messaging, as one may call it.
While his bedding may hardly be as comfortable, he at least has a bedroll to lay upon, and his lute to lean it against. (And is it not perfectly fitting to be laying against one love, while the other controls him from Cadens?]
An easy image to conjure, when I know it so well. [But he does so. Lays back, hand carefully pulling at the ribboned string that holds his trousers together. (All right, he may be cheating a little already.)] And? Do you mean to tell me all you're doing is laying in bed while thinking of me?