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  1. Public Bookmark 55

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    “Potion’s not wearing off like it should.”

    “I can see that,” Jaskier said.  There was a note of deliberate calm in his voice, but Geralt knew how it normally felt when Jaskier helped him undress after a hunt.  His fingers were shaking.

    Geralt didn't mean for Jaskier to see him like this, but... perhaps he won't regret it.

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  2. Public Bookmark 28

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    "The ghouls go down easy, damn corpse eaters, and the shriek of a crow pierces the night sky, causing Geralt to wince against the noise. Carrion is carrion, and crows and ghouls have that in common. He rubs a hand against his eyes, white lightning behind his eyelids at the touch, before setting about gathering the bodies to burn.

    By the time he starts the trek back to camp, he’s bone deep exhausted, dirt under his fingernails and senses still heightened almost unbearably. He heads east, to where he left Jaskier, hoping the bard is sleeping if he has any sense. Not that Jaskier has met an ounce of sense a day in his life, but Geralt has to hope."

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    (or: Geralt has made sure Jaskier has never seen him when he's taken his potions, scared of what Jaskier might think. Turns out, that might not be a problem.)

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  3. Public Bookmark 95

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    Geralt returns from a hunt filthy and keyed up. Jaskier helps, if a little reluctantly. Look, monster blood is not exactly an aphrodisiac.

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    “Whatever you’re thinking, Jaskier, no.”

    “You don’t even know what I’m thinking!”

    Geralt feels his nostrils flare as he breathes in. “Don’t I?” he asks, low and deadly and shit, the low-level smell of Jaskier’s arousal just gets stronger.

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  5. Public Bookmark 54

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    [...] He didn’t know why this side effect happened and obviously he didn’t want to ask the other Witchers, if Lambert knew that Geralt craved affection like a domesticated animal he would laugh for the rest of their lives.

    He preferred the times he felt restless, it's much easier to burn energy than to find someone who was willing to give attention to a Witcher who, for some reason, felt an overwhelming desire to be pampered and loved.

    Witchers shouldn't feel that way.

    Geralt was wondering if it's better to go hunting for something, set his mind on another task that would help him get distracted, or go back to camp when a scent invaded his nostrils. Honeysuckle, cedarwood, wood polishing oil and something that made him warm up as if he were under the sunshine. Jaskier.

    He forgot for a moment, caught in the adrenaline after battle, but Jaskier would understand. They're together now. Jaskier would give him the touches, the affection, the attention he so longed for. [...]

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