My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Chapter 24 | Bleeding Goodbyes

Ciri POV

Ciri's eyes widened as she was caught and she went bright red as well. "Um," she stuttered out, "I- I'll just leave you to it, yeah?" Her voice for higher the more she talked, then she gave Jaskier a wild, panicked smile and left, door shutting quickly behind her.

Sheesh. She stumbled over to the couch, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie down over her hands. Did those two never stop? Ciri didn't much care about their sex life so long as she didn't have to witness it or get woken up by it, but it seemed like ever since they had found Jaskier in Southside, her dad's neck had sported purple bitemarks. And today, now he was decorated with scratch marks as well. Ciri was fairly certain that those hadn't been there the previous night

Geralt POV

Geralt laughed. He honest to the gods laughed. A chuckle escaped him, and he pressed his face into the crook of Jask's neck as he shook with mirth, trying not to make a sound.

It wasn't funny. Or shouldn't be, anyway. But he couldn't help it. He had melted atop the man under him, arms on either side of Jask. After a moment, Geralt got control of himself. His shaking stopped and he shifted some of his weight off of Jask and onto the bed. He turned his head to the side enough the press a kiss against the end of Jask's jaw, near his ear. "We need to get up," he murmured, making no movement to. He was comfortable where he was, frankly. But he did have an obligation to Ciri.

Julian POV

Jaskier gave her a nod and then he heard it. Geralt was laughing. He couldn't help but let his lips turn up into a grin and shook his head at Geralt, not able to help his own laugh. "Geralt, it's not funny." he tried to say seriously. "Your daughter just walked in on me making out with you naked as the day we were born." he said with the shake of his head and laughed even harder, exposing his neck by lifting his chin, hand going into his lovers hair to hold him there more than happily.

He nodded at Geralts small notice to get up, agreeing with him before he noticed the man didn't move, neither did he for a moment before he turned his head and kissed Geralts lips for a moment, pressing lips to each other before he pulled back and instead he kissed all over Geralts face before he started to slowly sit up and chuckled to him, he nuzzled into the mans neck as he raised an eyebrow.

"Come on loverboy , we have to get up or Ciri will think of things." he said with a light chuckle and used his hips, trapping his legs around Geralts waist and used his hips to flip then, Jaskier straddling him under the blankets, careful to be higher on the man on his chest and not further down. He leaned down and pecked the top of Geralts nose.

Geralt POV

Geralt returned the kiss carefully, not wanting to push Jaskier away or to draw him in. They really did need to get up. Then probably apologise to Ciri. She shouldn't have had to walk in on that, though to be fair, it could have gone a lot worse. At least the important bits had been covered.

He hissed lightly at the kisses to the rest of his face, though it wasn't an angry hiss. He didn't actually mind them, but he felt as if he should be protesting some.

Ciri was already thinking things, no doubt, but unfortunately, Jaskier did make a good point. Geralt allowed himself to be flipped, going with it and making it easier on Jaskier. He glanced down at the man's thighs, examining the gashes there. Nothing had torn open last night, which was good, but there had been enough strain on his thighs that Geralt was understandable in his concern.

He let them stayed there a moment longer, hands resting casually on Jaskier's hips. Then he shoved the man gently sideways, knocking him off of himself. Geralt sat up himself and tossed off the sheets. He swung his legs off of the bed and climbed to his feet, wincing slightly when he was reminded of how sore he was. He had trousers around here somewhere. They'd been careful to keep the spray of clothing contained to the bedroom.