#astrangegirlsmind

“Morning...” His voice still sleepy, croaky even, made you aware that he was indeed awake as well. His whole upper body vibrated, when he said just that one word, but it made you chuckle to yourself. He wasn't exactly a morning person, always needed some time to be fully awake, and today was no exception.

“Morning,” you replied, raising your head to look at him. His eyes were only half open, but you could see that kind of dopey smile on his lips.

“If this is a dream, don't let me wake up,” he mumbled, lifting his right hand from your back to brush some loose strands from your face. “Though this doesn't feel like a dream.” He raised his head as well and pulled you in for a kiss. “Nope, definitely not a dream...”

“I could have told you that as well.” Hands placed on his chest, you pushed yourself up a little bit. You were still wearing the dress from last night, because while talking exhaustion had taken over and you hadn't been able to take that dress off beforehand. “And I'm very glad that it isn't.” Carefully, you leaned down again, to brush a kiss across his lips, before you got off the bed altogether.

“Where are you going?” Jaskier asked, sitting up, looking like a lost puppy, now that he wasn't holding you anymore.

“I need to get out of this dress finally, and we should get going. They won't let us have the room forever.” Jaskier heaved a sigh, though he knew you were right. You had to get ready and you had to be on your way to the next town, where Jaskier would perform tomorrow. The sooner you got there, the better.

When you returned from the bathroom where you'd freshened up, you were simply wearing your undergarments, because the rest of your clothes were here in the room. Feeling Jaskier's gaze on you, you looked up at him. “What is it?” Confused, you looked at him, but he simply shook his head.

“Nothing. You look lovely,” he said before he followed your lead and freshened up before he got dressed for a day. Seeing you like this put thoughts in his head, that he didn't want to discuss right now. But he needed a moment to himself to clear his head.

Once you were on your way, conversation flowed easily, like it usually did with the two of you, which was a huge relief. After all, you'd thought that it would maybe change something, but it didn't. Except for the fact, that he reached for you hand again and again, brushed his lips over you knuckles, or even stopped to pull you into his arms to kiss you. “Can't get enough of that,” were his words, and they made you smile. Quite frankly, you felt the same way, and you would have rather stayed in the inn a little longer to have some more time alone with him, but you had to get going.

By now, you had already come further than you'd expected, maybe because you were setting the pace, walking swiftly, instead of taking your time. But when you came across a little lake that was a bit off the road, barely visible from where you were standing, you stopped.

“Let's take a break, hm?” you suggested, looking up at him. “It's such a warm day, maybe we could go for a swim and lounge in the sun for a moment, before we keep going.” At first, Jaskier wanted to keep going, but seeing that happy look on your face at the promise of a dip in the lake, he couldn't say no to you. You sprinted ahead, dropped your bags to the floor, before you stripped down to your undergarments and your chemise so that you could go into the water. You tried the temperature with the tips of your toes first and shivered slightly. It was refreshing, but the sun heated up your skin, so the mixture was perfect. Slowly, you waded further into the water, enjoying the cooling effect the water had on your skin.

Jaskier was still watching you from the side of the lake, a content smile on his face. He loved seeing you like this. Carefree, happy, and God so sexy that it hurt. The morning had already been hard for him, to not grab you and pull you back into bed, and he wasn't sure whether you'd come out looking like that on purpose, but his thoughts had run off with him, until you'd said that you had to get going. But right now...

“What are you waiting for? Come on, Jask,” You said from your place in the water, covered up to your hips, but you slowly walked further backwards to where you couldn't stand anymore and dipped your head beneath the water. When you came back up and wiped the water from your eyes, you could see Jaskier taking of most of his clothes so that he could join you.

“Are you joking, this is freezing, Y/N!” he inhaled sharply, but walked towards you nonetheless.

“You'll warm up to it. It's really refreshing.” You couldn't tear your eyes away from him. Of course you'd seen him shirtless, had always wondered if the hairs covering his chest were soft or rather coarse, but you'd never found out. Until now, when he was right in front of you, and he was yours. And you were his. Two hearts that had found each other when they hadn't even been looking.

You swam back towards him, meeting him halfway where you could both be standing, your wet chemise clinging to your body, making it evident just how cold the water really was, because your nipples were practically poking holes through the fabric.

“See, I told you the water would be refreshing,” you said, smiling up at him, taking a step closer to place your hand on his chest, right above his heart, feeling its rapid beat beneath your fingertips.

“I actually feel kinda warm to be honest.” Which was an understatement. Seeing you like this made his blood boil, made him want to pull you towards him and completely devour you. His eyes dropped to the front of your body, making him breathe in deeply, before he looked into your eyes again. “Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really just that oblivious?”

For a moment there, you were confused, but when you followed his gaze, you had to laugh, taking your hand off his body to cover yourself. “Well, it wasn't exactly my plan, but is it working?” You had to ask, had to know, because Gods, you wanted him. Ever since that first kiss, you'd wanted to get as close to him as possible, wanted him to give you the attention he'd given other women before.

“It was already working this morning, luv,” he said with a chuckle, taking your hands in his to pull them away from your breasts, so that he could keep enjoying the view. “When you came back, I wanted to pull you back into bed with me and take my time with you, but...”

“But what?” you asked, freeing your hands from his, so that you could put them back on his chest, run your fingers through his chesthair, sending shivers through his body.

“But you said that we had to get going.” Jaskier shrugged his shoulders, smile still in place, when he reached one hand up to cup your breast, rub his finger over the already erect and sensitive nub, eliciting a moan from your lips. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder for a moment, before you looked back up at him, breath ragged just from that simple touch, in anticipation of what was hopefully to come.

“Next time... don't listen to me.” With your hand now in his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss, pressing your body flush against his, immediately feeling his arousal. It had been concealed by the water so far, but feeling, how turned on he really was, made a wave of heat rush through your whole body. “Next time... just do that.” Your words were merely a whisper against his lips, before you kissed him again, wrapped your arms around him to cling onto him, as he lifted you up, wrapped your legs around his waist to carry you to the shore.

You were both dripping wet, but that didn't matter right now. The sun would dry your skin in no time, and right now, there were different things on your minds. Like Jaskier's lips on your cheek, the side of your neck, working their way down to your collarbone, before he stopped and gently placed you on the bottom, hovering over you.

“You're way too beautiful, Y/N,” he said against your skin, before he tore his lips way from you to look down on you. You were the one to surprise him though, when your pulled your drenched chemise over your head, revealing your naked upper body to him for the first time – even though your clothes had been rather see-through because of the water. Feeling his eyes on your breasts again, you had to resist the urge to cover yourself up, but you knew you were safe with him, and it showed in the adoration you could see once again in his eyes. In addition he stopped you from covering up, when he took your hands and pinned them above your head, holding them there with one of his hands.

“What are you doing?” you asked breathlessly, licking your lips, which only prompted him to kiss you, to lap his tongue into your mouth. Short, sweet, and fiery hot.

“Taking my time with you. Or at least trying to.” Because Gods, he wanted you so badly, that it was hard to not bury himself deep within you straight away. Your hand burned on his skin, and he wanted them there, but he knew that he'd lose all of his self restrained once you got to touch him again. Rolling his hips against yours, his bulge rubbing up against you, both still covered, made both of you shiver. You wanted more, you wanted to feel him, and that was why you were the one trying to rub against him, get some friction where you needed it most, but he pulled back only slightly, making you pout.

“This is not fair, Jask...”

“Whoever said that I was going to play fair?” You could see the twinkle in his eyes, which made your breath hitch, but the next moment, you let out a gasp, when he pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucked on it, scraped it with his teeth. “So sweet,” he mumbled to himself, before he dropped further down, trailing kisses over your stomach, looking up at you while he rid you of the rest of your clothing items, having you now completely naked in front of him. You should probably feel vulnerable just like this, but not with him. Not with the man you knew, loved and trusted.

He had to let go of your hands now, as he pushed your legs a little further apart to accommodate his body between your thighs. First, he started kissing the insides of your thighs making you shiver with pleasure, but your hands quickly found their place in his hair, pulling him closer to where you needed to feel him the most.

“Needy, aren't you?” he said, breath touching your heated skin, making you hum in agreement, because you were needy. For him. For everything he did with you, and you weren't ashamed of it, because it felt so good. You didn't except to feel his tongue against your most sensible spot immediately, so the moan that left your lips was rather loud. You clasped a hand over your mouth to keep quieter now, but Jaskier just chuckled. “Nobody's here, luv, just enjoy yourself.” And he was enjoying himself as well, getting all those sounds of joy and pleasure out of you, that only managed to make him harder as well.

When he pushed two fingers inside you, your grip on his hair tightened. “Jask...” you moaned his name, writhing against his fingers, because you wanted more. Gods, how he loved to see you like this, so he didn't dare stop. He curved his fingers up, making you nearly sit up from the sensation. “Right there,” you breathed out, your own hands touching your breasts, tweaking your nipple. “You'll make me cum like that.”

“That's the plan,” he chuckled, “And then we're going for round two.” Something you hadn't experienced yet, a lover who was taking care of you first instead of just going at it, and that simple realization let you go completely and you enjoyed your high, held onto his hair, his shoulder, whatever you could grab, legs shaking around him, his name another deep moan from your lips.

Only once you'd calmed down did Jaskier come up to look at you. Ever so gently he brushed your hair from your face and looked into your eyes, before you pulled him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on him.

“That was...” you tried to say, but couldn't find the words.

“We're not finished, yet. That means if you're ready to go again,” he said, grin still in place. You felt the tip of his cock nudge the inside of your thigh, not really sure when he'd gotten rid of the rest of his clothes, but you didn't really care. Your hand reaching for his cock was answer enough, and he breathed in sharply. “Guess that's a yes,” he mumbled, dropping his head to place kisses along your collarbone, enjoying the feeling of your hand working him so good, but if you kept going like this, he wouldn't last long.

“Jaskier...” you pleaded, rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock, making him groan against your skin. “Please... fuck me already.” He'd always known that you could have a mouth on you, that you didn't back away when someone was swearing, but hearing it in that moment, turned him on to no end.

“As you wish, luv.” He took your hand away from his cock, replacing it with his own, so he could align himself with your entrance and push inside you, slowly but easily, because of your previous orgasm. Your breath caught in your throat and he stopped, giving you time to get used to his size, his girth. For a moment, he simply stayed with you, until he felt you relax beneath him. “Are you okay?”

“More than that,” you said with a smirk, cradling his face in your hands before you kissed him again. You moved against him, urging him on to keep going now, which he gladly did. He tore his lips from yours again, connected them with your skin, leaving burning sensations wherever he kissed you. Your Fingers dug into his shoulders, already feeling your second high building in the pit of your stomach. Jaskier picked up his pace, before he grabbed a hold of your hips, got on his knees and angled your hips a little upwards. Your legs immediately wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close as possible, but still giving him room to thrust into you.

“Let it go... Cum for me,” Jaskier demanded, keeping his eyes on you, concentrating on you, on what felt good four you. With the change in position you could feel him even deeper, touching all the right spots.

“Fuck... oh... Jask... F...” Your words were incoherent, but it didn't matter anyway, because they were replaced by a long, drawn out moan, as he brought you to your second orgasm, felt your walls clench around him, and that was what did him in, make him moan your name as he came inside you, hands gripping your hips tighter as his movements become more and more ragged, until he collapsed on top of you. Just for a moment, he lay there, before he propped himself up on his elbows, because he didn't want to crush you with his weight.

“Y/N?” Voice gentle and quiet, he looked at you with your eyes closed. If your breathing weren't that heavy, he would have been seriously concerned, but there was a smile on your lips. Still, a little concern remained. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled in agreement, slowly raising your hands to run them through Jaskier's sweaty hair, cracking one eye open.

“Are you sure? Did I hurt you in anyway?”

“Jaskier...” The worry in his eyes made you open both of yours,. You lifted your head to softly kiss his lips. “You didn't hurt me at all. This was...” You shook your head, to find the right words, but among the two of you, he was the poet. “Spectacular.”

“Yeah... that about sums it up,” he said with a chuckle, Slowly pulling away, only to pull you up onto his chest. When he ran his hands along your back, he could feel all the dirt sticking to it. “I think we should maybe go for another swim, hm?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, chuckling to yourself. “But I don't think I'll be able to walk right now. My legs feel kind of sore.”

“Then let me carry you into the water, my lady.”

“No... I actually wanted you to come, but I thought you wouldn't want to, so...”

“So you thought asking me last minute was your best option?” A laugh escaped your lips, because it was just SO Jaskier.

“Well,” he started crossing the room to stop right in front of you. You were sharing a room at the inn, because it was cheaper. Nothing you hadn't done before, but right now, Jaskier was standing just a little too close to you than would be deemed appropriate. “I know that you don't have plans for tonight, and I got you a dress to minimize the chances of you saying no to coming along. You'll get free food, free drinks and in addition a wonderful evening entertainment.” He tried to dazzle you with his smile – and it worked. Lately he'd managed to make your knees week with that smile.

“You got me a dress?” Surprised, you looked at him, watched him flit about before he produced the most gorgeous blue dress you'd ever seen for you. “This is beyond beautiful, Jask. How did you manage to pay for this?” You were worried that he'd spent too much coin on this, but you couldn't help but let your fingers graze over the fabric.

“Ahh don't worry about it, Someone owed me a favour, and it fits perfectly with my outfit. So... are you going to come with me tonight?”

Without hesitation, you agreed. As if you could have said no to him, even if you knew that he might flirt here and there, that it would tear your heart apart, but you weren't the person to let a friend down.

The ball was in full swing and you were actually having fun. Sure, there were people who ignored you, people who thought they were better than anyone else, but then there were people who were actually a lot of fun to talk to. Childhood acquaintances from Jaskier that had many stories to tell about him. You felt Jaskier's eyes on you while he was singing, and you managed to give him an encouraging smile every now and then. People were clapping along, enjoying his music, demanding more, and they didn't even realise that he'd messed up here and there. Nothing major, just a wrong note here or there, but he hadn't messed up his lyrics, so that was good. You'd never seen/heard that happen before. Was he nervous? He hadn't seemed nervous when you'd gotten here, more excited to play in front of this audience. But something was definitely up, you just couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Once his set was over, you excused yourself from his friends, to meet him halfway, your drink in one hand, one for him in the other.

“Ahh just what I need,” he said looking right into your eyes, before he even looked at your hands. He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, before he took his drink from you. You didn't realise that your cheeks were flushed, mostly due to the kiss, but also because of the alcohol. You'd had a bit of wine so far, but the warmth of the room, the good conversation AND the peck on the cheek... all that came together.

“Care to join me outside for a moment? Get a breath of fresh air?” Jaskier pulled you from your thoughts. He liked the attention from people when he was on stage, but when he was talking to someone in particular, he'd rather have his peace and quiet. Especially when it came to you. Seeing your flushed face, he thought that some cool night air might be good for you – and him as well to clear his head, because he'd definitely been distracted while he'd been singing. This kind of distraction had happened quite often in your presence, but never when he'd been singing.

“Sounds like a good plan.” You linked your arm with his and let him lead the way, since it wasn't his first time here, but you didn't know your way around. Your heart was still beating a little faster, you knew it was because of him, but it was foolish to think about it. You were friends after all, and he'd always treated you like that. Like a friend.

The cool night air filled your lungs, as you let go of Jaskier's arm. You walked right over to the parapet to enjoy the view for a moment. There was a clear sky above, so that you could count the stars, if you wanted to. Slowly, you started smiling to yourself. This was just such a romantic spot, a romantic moment in itself, getting away from a party that was in full bloom to stand out here and enjoy the silence with Jaskier. But Jaskier being Jaskier, he had to break the silence – but not the way you'd expected him to.

“Do you know how beautiful your are?” While you were looking at the stars, Jaskier was admiring you. Slowly you turned to face him, but you were not ready to see the honesty, the adoration in his eyes, which made your heart flutter. He'd never looked at you like that – not that you'd noticed, because especially during the last couple of weeks, he'd always looked at you like this when you weren't looking. “It's truly distracting.” Jaskier had to shake his head, smile still in place.

“That's the dress. You don't usually see me in a dress.” You tried to play it down, didn't want to read too much into his words. Was he already tipsy and saying these things because of the alcohol? Then again, he hadn't had any before his performance, so you couldn't attribute it to that.

“It's not the dress, though I have to say that it looks absolutely stunning on you and only accentuates your beauty. But you've always been beautiful, and while this is a special occasion, and your hair looks nice...” He stopped right in front of you, making you tilt your head back to keep looking into his eyes. “It looks even better when you wear it down.” He reached up to pull the brooch out of your hair, let it fall over your bare shoulders, making you shudder slightly. “There... much more like you.” He reached his right hand up to brush some loose strands out of your face. His fingertips brushed the shell of your ear, trailed down the side of your neck.

“Jaskier... what are you doing?” you asked breathlessly, feeling your heart nearly beat out of your chest. You'd tried to talk some sense into yourself, forget about the feelings you'd developed for the bard, and now he was doing this, making you feel all kinds of things you shouldn't be feeling.

“I'm just telling you how beautiful you are? Am I not allowed to do that?”

You opened your lips to say something, but nothing came out.

“Good. Because while you are beautiful now, stunningly gorgeous, you are most beautiful, when you think nobody is watching you. When you're reading in bed before falling asleep and you read some line that makes you smile. When you're sitting at the lake, dipping your feet into the water, closing your eyes... that tiny little smile of happiness... You're most beautiful in the morning when you've just woken up, hair sticking up in all kinds of directions, eyes still halfway closed, because you need some more time to really wake up, but that tiny little smile you give me... It's the most beautiful thing in the world.” By now, he'd cupped your cheek.

“You're just being silly,” you whispered, not pulling away from him, because you wanted to believe him, and while you knew that he wouldn't lie to you, a small part still doubted that he really meant all this. That it was just the poet in him speaking.

“Y/N...” he said, exasperated. “You really need me to spell it out for you?” He'd thought he'd made his intentions clear with his words, had displayed his feelings for you, but apparently it wasn't that obvious. Words didn't seem to do it right now, so he wrapped one arm around your middle to pull you against him, put his other hand on the back on your neck, before he leaned down to kiss you. A sweet kiss that still lingered on your lips long after his lips had left yours. A kiss with a promise of more.

He didn't pull away, no, he stayed close to you, leaning his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes closed to stay in the moment. He'd always thought he was good with words, but when it came to you, he apparently tended to talk more than he needed to and didn't say what had to be said.

“I guess what I was trying to say is that I'm in love with you.” There. The words were out and Jaskier felt like he could breathe properly again. He opened one eye, only to see you smiling at him. For a second, you pulled away, only to then wrap your arms around his neck and press your body to his. Close wasn't close enough in this moment. If this was a dream, something you'd conjured up because of all the thinking and worrying you'd done, you didn't want this dream to end.

“I feel the same way,” you whispered, easing the tension in his shoulders, because he had still been thinking that you might not feel the same way.

“I wasn't sure whether to tell you or not as to not destroy the friendship we have, but -”

“Just shut up and kiss me, bard,” you interrupted him, pulling him down for another kiss. This one still sweet, but more passionate, now that you knew that you both were feeling the same way. His hands an your waist tightening their hold as you deepened the kiss. It was everything you'd wanted and more.

“Excuse me!” you heard someone say in a loud voice, making you pull away from Jaskier, who didn't really want to break the kiss, but one of you had to be reasonable. Your breath was ragged, your lips red from his kiss, but the man's attention wasn't focused on you, when you looked his way. He was looking at Jaskier, who in turn couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

“You're expected to sing another couple of songs, bard.”

“Yeah...” Jaskier said, waving at him. “Just a moment, and I'll be there.”

Rolling his eyes, the man disappeared again.