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After, Geralt holds Jaskier in the grass. For a few minutes there is quiet, both of them finding breath again after the exertion of sex.
Geralt breaks the silence. “You took my shirt.”
“Yes,” Jaskier says. There’s a laugh hiding in his voice.
“That wasn’t what I’d planned to do today.”
Jaskier turns his face into Geralt’s chest to smother his laughter.
“Hmm,” Geralt says, but the tone is fond, and he’s stroking Jaskier’s hair.
“You look good in my shirt,” Geralt says.
“I do?” Jaskier sits up, interested.
Geralt smiles, leans in for a kiss. “Especially without any pants.”