For the kissing prompt - how about difference of temperature! One of them is sitting inside in front of the fire, drinking spiced wine and the other comes in from the cold. Or something. :)
Jaskier wraps the thick goose-down comforter closer around his shoulders and smiles. The mug of cider in his hand is warm, the blanket working part-time as a cape is warm, the fire is warm, and Jaskier is warm.
Thank goodness.
Geralt enters the room in a flurry of movement and windswept white hair. He rushes across the small place to press his cherry-red nose against the skin behind Jaskier’s ear and grins when the younger man squeals. “Fuck, Geralt, that’s really cold!”
“It’s winter.”
“I noticed.”
“And yet you stay inside to read books and build little nests?”
“I am not a creature of great adventure when the months are cold, my love. I prefer to stay indoors.”
Geralt presses his icy lips against his bard’s and feels himself thaw in more ways than one. Jaskier always has a way of melting even the most horrible, bitter, frigid parts of the Witcher’s heart. They are complimentary to one another in almost every way. Fire and ice. Summer and winter.
“Why are you smiling like that, darling?”
The Witcher surges forward and molds their lips together. His bard goes pliant and soft and doe-eyed beneath him, falling into the easy sense of happiness with the same ease that he falls into a light sleep. His breath catches teasingly softly when Geralt presses a few shorter, sweeter kisses to his lips.
The Witcher grins another kiss into his love’s skin: “I am smiling because I know that you complete me and because, despite all the things she forced me into, Destiny really made me the luckiest man in the universe when she bestowed my heart to you.”
