My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Chapter 12 | Vesemirs Truth

Geralt POV

Geralt allowed himself to be rearranged, not overly minding it. He was a bit uneasy about being the one protected, instead of the other way around, but he could work with it. This was Julian, who was being incredibly soft right now. Either he had switched again, or—

No, this was Irys now, Irys had confirmed it. Alright, then. Geralt ignored the sudden crazy temptation to lick the man. For fucks sake, he was an adult. He could act like one. He kept his mouth closed against Irys's neck. Ciri was probably judging the two of them.

Geralt decidedly did not care. Irys was warm and present, and Geralt felt strangely safe in the man's arms. Despite all of the danger Irys had brought to Geralt and his family, Geralt couldn't quite ever bring himself to hate the man. Did he not like him at times and hold a grudge against him? Yes. Did he still genuinely care and would look out for Irys's well-being as long as he could? Yes.

It was really only polite, after all. Geralt didn't put much in stock for politeness, but it had been drilled into him with his line of work and the reputation of the Corps. Geralt was why Irys was being forced to return to London in the first place. Geralt could deal with the man and look after him until then.

Julian POV

Irys smiled softly as he nuzzled the top of the man's head, nuzzling into that gorgeous hair which smelt so much of the man. Which he realised he too probably smelt like nothing but Geralt at this point in time. He smiled at the thought of it and inhaled, not bothering to hide the fact. Geralt liked to scent him, just from a distance because he could with that damn Wolf nose of his. Irys did not have that helpful addition.

Irys found himself giggling at the feeling of Geralt's lips against his neck, that and also he could feel the man's breath tickling across his skin and down to his chest which greeted it happily because of its warmth compared to Irys's cooler body. He seemed to be cold all the time unless it was his cheeks. Maybe it was because he had no socks on. He'd have to do that when he gets up.

Irys liked Geralt, well, fuck that was an understatement. Irys loved Geralt, all of them damn well did. They may be different personalities but one's heart always stays the same. He says that and yet Julian is colder then Irys. At least it originally appeared that way and now he realised it had nothing to do with how bittersweet he was or not. Julian had a soft spot which was Ciri. He came out before, and Irys was still trying to figure out why.

Perhaps it was because he was just waiting for a witch, panicked slightly and Julian was pushed out because it was an uncomfortable moment for him as well as a moment where he usually would need a quick mask and that was something Julian was good at provisioning instantly. So was Dandelion though. He rode fo the thought and instead kissed Geralt's hair and rested his cheek on him. They weren't talking, he noticed. They didn't need to.

Ciri POV

Ciri watched the two men a moment longer, studying them. They were cute together, she supposed. They certainly had been in the beginning. Then they had started spouting nonsense about how they weren't together, and how Geralt was very much not in love with Irys. Utter and complete nonsense. Anyone, absolutely anyone at all, could tell that her dad loved Irys.

It was in the way that he looked at Irys softly when he thought Irys wasn't looking. In the way he let Irys hold him and then returned the gesture. Honestly, Ciri thought as she headed into the bathroom, Geralt had probably been in love since day one. Those two had seemed suspiciously cozy with each other that day in the park, and then back in Southside. Despite the fighting. They seemed to be having some sort of grace period right now, though. Ciri hadn't seen them fight yesterday, nor had she gotten the sense that they had. Today was still early, but she was holding out hope.