Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

Confessions

Ciri turned on her heel and fled. 
"Fuck" Geralt cursed again and scrambled up from Jaskier's embrace. He turned back to the bard and then again at the cave entrance.
"Just go get her, I'm not going anywhere." He sighed. Geralt bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips hoping to keep the warm feeling on his own lips as he went. Jaskier did a poor job of suppressing the surprise on his face at Geralt's affectionate gesture, but Geralt was gone already so he didn't have time to interrogate him; something weird must be going on for him to act sweet.
The Witcher didn't have to go far before he found Ciri sitting on the banks of the stream, Roach grazing by her side. She had a faraway look in her eyes and was kicking at pebbles with her ratty boots. Geralt cleared his throat and she spun around. She blinked at him and shuffled aside so that he could sit beside her on the rock.
"I- uh... should probably have told you about Jas."
"Yeah, probably." She said, kicking a pebble so hard it reached the other side of the stream. Geralt was not really sure what to say or how to deal with this situation. 
"He's... We have been together for about 12 years. He was actually the one who dragged me to Calanthe's court, if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't be..."
"Destined?" She mocked. Though she did look at him with sincerity when she said: "You should have left me at a village when you came to look for him."
Geralt took it like a slap to the face. His face settled into it's natural, judgmental bordering on murderous glare and he stood up. "Look, think what you want, but don't take it out on him, he's the only reason I came to find you and without me you'd be dea-"
"Wait, wait." Ciri stood to, making frantic gestures with her hands as if she could slow down his words. "I don't think- I mean I don't care that he's a man- I just meant you should have left me so that you could have been alone. It sort of seemed like you wanted to be..."
Geralt went silent. 
"I see no reason why your love life is my concern, I just didn't want to see it." She pulled a wrinkled face of disgust. "Man or woman."
"She's got a point." Came Jaskier's voice from the voice of the cave. He poked his head out and grinned goofily when Geralt's glare latched onto him instead. "We'll keep the face sucking to a minimum from now on."
"You were listening?" He snapped, but the grin didn't leave Jaskier's face. Ciri glanced between the two with obvious intrigue. 
"Obviously. It's my god given right as husband to spy on my man." He said lightly, and Ciri sniggered, gathering up her cloak and skirts and heading over to the Bard and the small fire lit in the cave. She took note of the bloody gash in his leg and the way he kept weight of the limb but pretended it didn't hurt.
"We're not married." Geralt grumbled, grabbing Roach's reigns and walking her closer to the cave, tying her nearby and feeding her a hand of oats from the saddle-bag. 
"Not yet." Jaskier laughed in sing-song way, not in the least put off by Geralt's gruffness, and disappeared back into the cave yelling: "Oh, and catch something to eat will you, I'm starving."
Geralt shook his head and sighed, he'd not missed the Bards demands or drama. Ciri had been right about one thing though, he wanted time alone with Jaskier. He didn't want to admit how flustered he'd been when Ciri had 'interrupted' them. His whole body was aching to pin his Bard to the cave and fuck him desperately and kiss him hard enough to knock the breath out of him. But figuring out a safe way to split from the Princess for a few hours was a harder than it seemed and he wasn't sure he could wait until they got back to Kaer Morhen...