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"It's too hot, for fuck's sake!" Dandelion groused, as he reached into the wine rack. "The bottle will explode if I open it now."
From his position draped over the sofa, arm flung across his face, Jaskier sighed.
"And I will explode if we can't have a drink tonight, Lion. We have to celebrate somehow!"
Dandelion huffed, the air bouncing his curls off of his forehead. He was amazed they weren't plastered to his face with sweat. It was unseasonably warm in Oxenfurt, and had been that way for at least a week. There was only so much more Dandelion could take of it, and none of his students were paying even a crumb of attention in his lectures anyhow. This sort of weather was good for two things - bathing in as cold a river or lake as one could find, or lying about in bed having spectacular sex with your handsome, talented partner.
Instead, they were bickering, and Dandelion wasn't even sure why. It wasn't like he didn't fancy a drink either.
"Fine!" He snapped, and snatched up a bottle of prosecco from the shelf. He didn't pause to look at it before opening the freezer, spitefully chucking the bottle into the deep bottom drawer, and slamming the door shut. "There!"
He flounced over to the sofa and dropped down next to Jaskier with a small, displeased moan. Even the backs of his knees felt sweaty. Gross. A few minutes went by without either man saying a word, which was unusual enough in their household. But the heat had made them tired, and irritable, and Dandelion didn't want to cause further upset. They were supposed to be celebrating the release of his latest novel, after all. With a sigh, he got to his feet and made his way across to the kitchen to rifle through the cupboards for some glasses.
"Sorry." Dandelion absolutely did not jump as Jaskier wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing a soft kiss behind his ear. He did, however, hiss at the touch of his skin.
"Lovely as this is darling, thank you, it is far too hot for you to be touching me."
Jaskier snorted. "That's not what you said ea-"
Dandelion snatched the glasses he had been looking for off the shelf. "Found them!" He wriggled free, ignoring the slight flush of his cheeks and Jaskier's smug snickering. Opening the freezer, he saw the prosecco had survived his rough treatment. It was suitably cold to the touch, so he opened it quickly and poured two glasses before stashing it in the fridge. With a beaming smile, he spun around and handed Jaskier his glass.
Before Dandelion could so much as open his mouth to say 'cheers', Jaskier had dived in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and clinked their glasses together. Dandelion stood for a moment speechless as Jaskier knocked his glass back, bubbles fizzing wildly and threatening to spill over. Suitable words came to him in a flash.
"To us, then, you ridiculous man, and the end of this blasted heaatwave!"