Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

Destiny

When Geralt cracked his eyes open at last, the first thing he saw was that embroidered waistcoat of Jaskier's that he would recognise anywhere. Then he realised where he was: Head pillowed on the Bard's lap, face against his abdomen where he must have turned in his sleep. He could feel the vibrations of the song going through Jaskier and for a moment, continued to 'be asleep' so that he might let the song finish. He knew if he stirred Jaskier would cease his beautiful singing immediately and start fretting over him.
He was vaguely away of the chill of the wind on his skin, and the roar of a campfire: so they were outside, but some distance from the fire for privacy from their guest, yes, the man with the cart. It all came back to Geralt in a rush and he scrunched his eyes shut against it and curled into Jaskier some more, but the second he moved the Bard's hands were at his shoulders, fingers fluttering fretfully.
"Geralt? Are you-" Geralt cut him short with a grunt, and turned his head so Jaskier could see his open eyes. The second the Bard registered he was awake, his eyes grew wide and he bent down to press a hard and desperate kiss on the Witchers lips. It was a nice feeling to wake up to, granted, but Geralt was weak and not ready to give Jaskier his best efforts, if anything he was taken by surprise. So he rather just laid there and accepted his fate as the Bard kissed every inch of his face and muttered about how he was so scared. Geralt chuckled.
"This is not fucking funny." Jaskier's face went grave and he smacked the Witcher in the shoulder. "Don't you ever do that again. I thought you were-"
"I'm fine Jas." Geralt said gently-ish and struggled into a sitting position, rubbing at his head groggily. "Thanks to you. I heard your song." He gave his bard a lop-sided smile and kissed his cheek, that's when Yurga's cough broke the quiet and both Jaskier and Geralt turned, remembering his existence. 
"Thankyou. I owe you my life." Geralt said, and Jaskier was still amazed at the utter shamelessness of his Witcher: he had the courtesy to blush and look embarrassed. 
"No, I owe you mine. Besides it was your bard who did the saving, all I can do is offer you transport and a bed for the night when we reach my farm." Geralt nodded and glanced at Jaskier fleetingly before he said: "We're actually looking for someone, so we'll have to be on our way, but the offer is appreciated."
"Jaskier here tells me you are heading to Sodden, my home is on the way, it least let me take you that far and give you a meal."
"Don't worry, that's all I told him." Jaskier mumbled, seeing the anxious look cross Geralt's face at the mention of where they were going. Yurga seemed nice enough, but it was better not to let anyone know their mission, trust was a hard thing to come by these days. Geralt begrudgingly accepted this offer and as soon as the sun began to rise, they were on the move again. Geralt was as silent as he had been when he was unconscious, but Jaskier took comfort in the quick looks their shared or the brush of hands. Besides, he could talk enough for the both of them.

When they pulled onto the dirt path and Yurga's cottage came into sight, Jaskier sighed: finally, some good food. A young woman came racing out with a smile, welcoming her husband home.
"I've got someone for you to meet, an orphan... I found her in the woods." She said, and then Jaskier felt Geralt tense. Those words had meant something to him, the Bard could see it, and that meant it was something to do with Cirilla. His gaze seemed to cloud over, and he was moving fluidly and seeminly out of his control, off the cart and into the forest, disappearing from sight between the trees. Jaskier sighed and hopped off the cart, extending a hand to Yurga's wife. He knew chasing after Geralt would be pointless, he would come back (hopefully with the girl) and in the meantime he would get the first real meal he'd eaten in a week and all would be right with the world. 
He didn't feel introducing himself to Cirilla straight away would be the best idea anyway. Let her meet Geralt first, seeing as he was 'her destiny' not Jaskier.
"Don't mind him, he'll be back."
"And who might you be?" The woman smiled kindly, extending her hand to shake Jaskier's. Her husband straightened up and said in the tone of an announcement: "This is Jaskier the Bard, the Butcher's travelling companion and... lifelong companion I suppose? His lover."
"Well... You learn something new everyday." She laughed, taking Jaskier by the arm and leading him inside while Yurga trailed behind. "I didn't know Witcher's could feel love. Tell me, is he romantic?"
"Not really, it's mostly grunts and curses, but he sometimes gives me this little smile when I sing or say something stupid- He's a man of action, not words." Jaskier laughed, trying to sum Geralt up as best he could. The woman laughed too, pushing the door open to her home.