WIP #4

[dragonlady7]

jaskier/yennefer, yennefer pegs jaskier

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Following up to this post https://bomberqueen17.tumblr.com/post/647764427308924928/current-wips, where I put in a snippet of the Keira/Aiden/Lambert thing that’s going.

So actually #1, the F&S sequel, is going better than i thought. I was plodding away feeling like I wasn’t getting anywhere but it’s at 4800 words and a chapter break, possibly, so I feel okayish about that, but it’s not really suitable for a snippet. i need to digest a bit.

But meanwhile, I’ve also gotten as far as I really had a plan for in WIP#4, which is What Has Yennefer Been Up To, and it’s all just a throwback to whatever that other story I wrote like a year ago was. Indecent… something. Instant… no. Duh Innermost Depths https://archiveofourown.org/works/22847020. Ay.

anyway. snippet for that:

It wasn’t until they’d retreated up the stairs and down the hall to Jaskier’s personal suite of rooms that it finally, finally penetrated Jaskier’s thick skull what was going on. He closed the door behind himself and leaned on it, gesturing with the wine bottle. “I know what this is about,” he said.

“Do you,” Geralt said, and yes, the eyebrow attitude was very skillfully given, keenly observed, but the archness to the tone was wrong. Jaskier didn’t have time to comment on it before Geralt was kissing him, incredibly convincingly, enough to make him consider just going along with it for a bit longer. Mm– the flavor of birch twigs– such versimilitude, down to the way he swept his tongue across the backs of Jaskier’s upper teeth.

Ah, it was– it was really years since they’d had a proper fuck. In the spring they’d had a quick tumble but Geralt had been so exhausted and haggard during his frantic hunt for Ciri that Jaskier had mostly seduced him to make sure he would sleep in a bed for a night.

Jaskier toyed with going along with this to see how far he’d get, but Geralt picked him up to grind him into the door and he rather lost his head.

“Yennefer,” he said, breathless, “ah, fuck–”

“What about her,” Geralt growled.

“I know it’s you,” Jaskier said.

Geralt paused, then sighed gustily against his neck, making him shiver. “How did you know this time?” he asked petulantly. (Your picture was not posted)