#tinythoughts

For the 5 years they had been traveling together, Geralt almost always woke up at dawn before Jaskier and they usually fell asleep at around the same time so the bard rarely ever got to witness his friend like this: his face slack with sleep and lacking the frown that was seemingly permanently etched on it, his body relaxed and his chest rising and falling slowly as he breathed. It was such a peaceful sight and it made Jaskier’s heart swell with barely contained longing.

He stood still while staring at the witcher for a few minutes, drinking in the sight of him, when he noticed a semi-withered leaf sticking out from the top of his silver hair. The bard smiled fondly, imagining how much time his friend had likely spent crouched behind bushes and the like to end up like this.

He reached out his hand, bringing it closer to the wither’s face slowly with the intend to remove the leaf when suddenly, Geralt’s eyes snapped open and he grabbed Jaskier’s wrist as he sat up. In less than a second he had pulled Jaskier down to the bed and climbed on top of him, pinning the bard in place. Jaskier’s eyes widened, and he let out a soft grunt as his back hit the mattress, the air having completely left his lungs.

He looked up at the witcher hovering above him in surprise. Geralt had an unreadable expression on his face but he was breathing normally, as if he hadn’t exerted himself in the slightest.

“Sorry, I thought you were an intruder.” He muttered sheepishly in his gruff baritone voice.

“O-oh, no worries.” Jaskier said when he found his voice again. “I was just trying to remove a leaf from your head, I didn’t mean to startle you…” he said and trailed off before he started rambling as he was known to do because he noticed that Geralt’s expression had turned hungry and his gaze had shifted from Jaskier's eyes to his lips. The bard licked them self-consciously, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart but it was a fruitless endeavor since the muscle started to move even faster inside his chest as Geralt slowly lowered himself, his face getting closer and closer to the bard’s own.

Jaskier got the hint and in turn pushed his torso up as much as he was able to with the witcher still pinning his wrists down. He closed his eyes, giddily anticipating the moment their lips would touch each other. His biggest, wildest and most unattainable dream was, against all odds, finally coming true. They were less than an inch apart and Jaskier could feel Geralt’s warm breath on his face when a sudden thought had him pulling back and squinting suspiciously up at his friend.

“Wait a minute.”

Geralt paused and pulled back as well, looking confused and maybe a little disappointed. He tilted his head to the side with a questioning ‘hm’ which Jaskier took as his cue to continue.

“I distinctly remember you once saying that you had gotten used to my presence and that you couldn’t get startled by me anymore.”

Geralt’s face flushed. He swiftly released Jaskier’s wrists and got up, taking large strides towards the entrance of the room. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He got to the door and threw it open forcefully. “I gotta go check on Roach.”

And with those last words he disappeared. Jaskier stayed lying there for a few seconds, disoriented, before he sprung up from the bed vigorously and ran after his companion.