My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Chapter 10 | Mornings

Geralt POV

Once Irys was positioned on top of him, Geralt loosely wrapped his arms around the man. He grabbed his own wrist with his other hand. Geralt closed his eyes, but he knew that sleep wasn't going to be taking him. He had too much energy right now. Instead, he let it channel itself else where, trying to run through the plans for the day. Better not to go back to thinking about his job.

Time for that later. He'd be returning come Sunday anyways, once Irys was safely aboard a plane for London. Perhaps Vesemir was already looking at potential contracts for Geralt, looking to ensure him future in this web.

Geralt shoved those thoughts away before he could go any deeper. He didn't think Irys was fully asleep yet, so he held still, just thinking.

Ciri had school, but she didn't have training afterwards. She'd be home in time to do some things and say goodnight to the two of them before Yennefer and Triss arrived. They'd be taking Ciri and, knowing those three, Roach with them, Avocado if they could manage to part the cat from Irys. Such a feat was still up in the air for possibility.

Then it was the dinner. Geralt felt a low thrum of anticipation in his chest, not quite nerves, not quite excitement. Somewhat of a mix, he supposed.

Julian POV

Irys moved his hand slowly and lazily so that it rested softly on Gerlt's chest, the opposite side from where his head was laying. He damn well was like a giant cuddly cushion in his eyes right now because gods he felt like it. Most he assumed would complain of the muscle being too hard but having lived sleeping on concrete most of his life, it was perfect. Plus the warmth radiating off of the man was damn well insane and warmed his up instantly.

He gently moved his hand over Geralt's chest, using his very fingertips to trace back and forth, creating a curved line where he was lightly stroking. He didn't know if Geralt was going back to sleep or not but he could at least relax with him. But having Geralt's arms around him as he did right now made him feel as if he were floating in heaven. He smiled as he drifted off into a proper sleep, a deeper one where he was able to dream of the fields like beforehand. Where he was able to gently braid Geralt's hair in the meadow, gently press kisses to the man's forehead and see his lips twitch up in a smile. Gods how he wished it could stay like it was in his dream forever. He was smiling in his sleep, he knew that much to be true. He tightened around Geralt occasionally, his hand that had fallen lax on Geralt's chest instead of making soft movements.

Geralt POV

Geralt lay awake for a while longer, watching the light shift as the clouds began to exhaust themselves. The rain started slowing around four, and by then Geralt was starting to feel heavy again. Not as in an emotion, just in tiredness. Contentment. Also, there was a weight on him. Irys wasn't heavy. He just wasn't light.

Geralt was glad to see that. He didn't like how overly light the man already was. Geralt was strong, yes, but he also knew how to tell between his strength and someone else being light.

Irys seemed happy, though. If he was dreaming, Geralt was sure the dream was a pleasant one. He stroked the man's back a little, tilting his head up just enough to brush his lips against wayward locks of hair. No one else was awake or around to see it. Geralt wasn't even sure why he did it. He slumped back against the pillows and closed his eyes.

He hadn't set an alarm this morning, but he opened his eyes what he judged to be an hour later, around five. Geralt gave Irys's shoulder a shake, rolling them gently onto their sides. He supported the man as he did so. They ended up with Irys pressed against Geralt's chest and with Geralt's arms still around him. Their legs were still a tangled mess, which was becoming a regular for them. Geralt was finding he didn't mind so much.