Bet - Jaskier x Reader

                                    

                                          
(Y/n) smiled across the table at Jaskier. She, the bard and the Witcher had managed to find rooms in a local tavern, as they followed the news of a suspected Bruxa. The trio taking an opportunity; or should that be, poor Geralt was taking the opportunity to have some much-needed peace and quiet from his travelling companions, while he could. Knowing that after that night, they would all be together, under the stars, until they came across something else that resembled civilization.  
Geralt and Jaskier had come upon (Y/n) by accident, well........she had come upon them by accident. The woman helping them escape a rather unhappy mass of towns people. The Witcher's rather dubious reputation seeming to have preceded him; it obvious that the pitchfork and fiery brand wielding mob did not like the idea of having the Butcher of Blaviken in their midst. (Y/n) not knowing why she had helped the pair, why she had cared; it not that she had known either the Witcher, or his friend. But for some reason, she had never believed what had been said about what had happened in Blaviken. Never believed that the Witcher had attacked the bandits out of the blue; had killed them for no reason. So, she had done what she could; creating various distractions so that the two men could escape. Though her actions had meant that she herself would no longer be able to remain in the town. Not that she cared, the place just another stop, on her endless wanderings. Yet meeting up later with the two men that she had assisted, had changed that for her: her wanderings now having a purpose. Geralt, despite his initial reservations, agreeing to take her with them; the White Wolf admitting that having another sword, someone that was as smart and cunning as (Y/n) around, was far more useful than having a bard. Jaskier obviously a little put out by the remark; though his plucking on the strings of his lute, while he made up a song for their latest escapade, seemed to have been the best revenge. 
Yet bringing (Y/n) with them, had brought with it something that no one had expected........the sexual tension between her and Jaskier. Geralt sure that he spent all day, every day rolling his eyes or shaking his head at everything the pair said about, or to one another. The Witcher more than once having to stop himself from smacking Jaskier around the back of the head for wriggling his eyebrows at his latest innuendo. So, that was why it was just Jaskier and (Y/n) still in the bar. Geralt making his excuses as soon as he could, to escape the pair. 
"So, still think you can beat me, posh boy.......?" (Y/n) asked, as she finished her latest tankard. The bard wishing that he had never told her about his title. Though given he had already had five large jugs of ale, her name for him, couldn't help but bring a smile to his lips. The bard looking at her thought his hazy eyes, as he placed his elbow on the table, and then steadied his head in his hand. Jaskier no idea how she looked as though she had been drinking nothing but water, despite the fact that she had been matching him, drink for drink. 
"I am. So confident that I can beat you, in fact, that I think we should change the bet......." Jaskier replied. (Y/n) doing her best not to laugh at his already slightly slurred speech. 
"Alright. What did you have in mind.......?" Jaskier's smile getting broader as he gestured for her to come closer, so that he could whisper in her ear. 
"You mean.........me and you......?" The bard nodding. Pleased to see that the beautiful woman that he had been thinking about making love to ever since she had joined he and Geralt, did not seem to be shocked by his suggestion. 
"Agreed. If you win, the next town we come to, you and I will spend the night together. But if I win.........if I win.......you will do exactly what I want you to do. Everything I tell you to do, without question, for a whole day. Deal........?" (Y/n) holding out her hand for the bard to shake. Jaskier taking it and bringing it to his lips instead and kissing her knuckles. 
"Deal........." He replied, looking up at her though his dark lashes, as (Y/n) called for the barmaid to bring them another round of drinks. 
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(Y/n) had to admit that she was finally feeling the effects of the alcohol; but that was nothing compared to Jaskier. She not sure how the bard was still upright; but she had a feeling that if he finished his latest drink, that would change. A smile coming to her lips, as the handsome man moved a little closer to her.
"I'm going to lose, aren't I.........?" Jaskier slurred, as his bleary eyes looked down at the rest of the dark liquid in his tankard. 
"There is no disgrace in losing, Jaskier. I............."
"But it means I won't get to........and I really want to, (Y/n)........really want to.......ever since you joined us. You're beautiful and scary........and I really, really want you........." The bard interrupted, as he managed to grab her hand. Happy that he had chosen the right one, of the three of her hands he could currently see. 
"Well.........." (Y/n) moving a little closer, so that she could whisper to him. 
"If it makes you feel any better about losing, I had plans on ordering you to come to bed with me, if I won. To make you do all the things that you have alluded to since we met." She explained. Nodding as he gave her a questioning look. Jaskier smiling broadly at her, before he fell backwards off his chair. A soft snore coming from his lips, as (Y/n) got up from the table. Shaking her head, before she stepped over him, and made her way up to her room. (Y/n) more than happy to remind the bard that she had beaten him, in the morning. Though mentioning anything about the bet, well, she would keep that to herself until they came across the next town. Then it would be her and Jaskier disappearing to a room, instead of the Witcher.