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Blade and a Babe - Inked Up Idiots
@jaskierswolf hit me with a ‘Geralt has a Baywatch moment’ prompt and i just- *clenches fist* love it so fucking much
I put it in Inked Up Idiots au bc i missed these fuckers so much
Warnings: tattoo healing talk, horni not smutty, mild horni at that, cute swimming shenanigans, lots of swearing bc of who i am as a person. 
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That little fucker.
Jaskier had warned Geralt not to get his back piece a week before their honeymoon. Geralt always healed slowly and he was so whiney about it, but no. He’d gone and gotten a, frankly extremely sexy, sword down the length of his spine right before they were scheduled to leave for Santorini. This meant he wasn’t allowed to go swimming until the flaking stage was over with, which was going to be rather disgusting when the sheets in their room were white. 
But Geralt was a ‘little fucker’ because he’d ignored Jaskier and ran down the beach, diving into the waves headfirst as soon as they’d unpacked in their rented villa. 
“Geralt! I swear to fuck! Get out! Now!” Jaskier yelled, stomping down the powdery white sand, “If you get an infection or if it heals funky I’m-” 
He didn’t finish his threat because Geralt burst out of the waves, straightening up and arching his back as he flung his hair back, making a huge arc of water as his white locks fanned out. Jaskier barely remembered he was annoyed with him enough to cross his arms over his chest, but he couldn’t remember why. 
Geralt smoothed his hair back and twisted to look at Jaskier, looking absolutely ethereal with all those tattoos dark against his pale skin and water running through his chest hair and over his rippling muscles in rivulets, “Come on Jask! It’s even warm!” 
“I- your- fuck you’re so hot.” Jaskier sputtered, kicking off his sandals and pulling his shirt over his head to wade into the waves after his husband. The word still had a novel ring to it and he planned on overusing the shit out of it. 
Geralt grinned and splashed him when he got close enough, “My what?”
“Your tattoo could get infected!” Jaskier grumbled, looping his arms around Geralt’s neck when he reached him, “Though I did enjoy the show.”
“Mhm. That’s what I thought,” Geralt snickered, pulling Jask in for a kiss.
“No More after this. And you have to shower right away.” Jaskier’s chiding was only half-hearted as Geralt kissed down his neck. 
“Yes, sir.” Geralt hummed. 
“Fucking hell, Geralt,” Jaskier breathed before trapping his lips is a needy kiss. 
Geralt smiled into it and wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s waist before pulling him close and falling back into the waves. Jaskier giggled, sending bubbles out of his nose, but kept their lips together as they bobbed to the surface, Geralt walking them out deeper. He wrapped his legs around Geralt’s waist and pushed the hair out of his eyes as he pulled away for breath.
“I love you, you little shit.”
Geralt grinned, stealing a chaste kiss before he replied, “I love you too, husband.”
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