[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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[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?