A drabble and a half for the Fluffbruary prompt 18 "tree".

"Did you hear that, wife?" Jaskier asks, breaking their kiss. Slightly worried, he listens into the quietness of their magical surroundings.

Yennefer giggles. "Don't fret, husband, there are no monsters here. It's just the trees waiting to see what next you'll hum."

Jaskier gazes at the magical trees for a moment. He knows they are an illusion, yet they look incredibly real. And they have eyes. Dark on whitish bark. A bit unsettling when you are mother naked and making love to your beloved purple-eyed witch.

"You do know that you're probably the only man on the continent who hums during sex," Yennefer teases.

"Finally you admit that I'm unique." Jaskier grins, not at all embarrassed. Then he shows her exactly how unique he is.

If they could speak, the trees would have a good story to tell, and a new tune to hum.

A wondrous, sweet melody of love.