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As soon as she mentions more comfortable rooms, Jaskier can't stop his tongue from wetting his lips, his brain providing a wonderful mental image of her sprawled on the bed of one of those fancy hotels.

She's asking for more right at the table of a busy restaurant, and what else can Jaskier do but provide? Midge is going to drive him crazy, he can tell. The magic of connecting with another artist, the sparks are on a different level.

"I would crawl under your skirt--" His foot raises to caress her ankle. "Take off your panties with my teeth, and show you exactly what the trained mouth of a singer can do."

She lets out a breathy oh at the picture that he’s painting. Midge can’t deny that it’s a nice one. Her pulse starts to pick up and she can feel her arousal growing at the idea of him under her skirt.

There’s something exciting about having this conversation in the middle of a restaurant, talking low with their heads close together. Even if they’re in public, no one is really paying attention to them.

“I think I’d like that,” she tells him quietly. “How long do you think you can stay down there?”

That oh is absolutely perfect, and Jaskier can feel it pushing his blood south. It's a dangerous conversation to have in public if they don't plan to do anything about it. She may hide it, but a man can't.

Does this stop him? Of course not. He'll use his jacket and the bags - perhaps walk behind her. Which would probably make it worse, but also so, so much better.

"As long as you need me to." His foot raises a little more, this time to caress her calf. "As long as your legs can keep you standing. I wonder, how many orgasms are required to make you collapse on my lap?"

The gasp is a little louder this time and Midge swallows hard. She squeezes her thighs together. Her whole body feels heated at the sensation of his foot on her leg.

“Do you want to find out?” It’s gone beyond cheeky teasing now and Midge feels like she’s on a train that cannot be stopped. She quickly does some figuring in her head: her parents should be out until evening. Her kids are with Joel.

“My apartment is empty,” she tells him.

How is he supposed to think clearly when she keeps making the most beautiful noises? Her offer is surprising but definitely not unwelcome. There's hunger in his eyes as he raises his hand and calls the waitress to request the bill.

"It seems I'll have to steal makeup right from your bedroom."

That's a yes.

They didn't finish their lunches and he doesn't care, but he does make sure to tip generously. Jaskier walks behind Midge as they leave the mall, both of them walking in quite a hurry but still making sure that their bodies keep brushing all the way to the exit.

Once they're in the back of a cab, Jaskier spreads the bags on their laps, saying something about being careful with the fine fabrics. In truth, it's all a trick to have cover as he drops a hand on Midge's thigh and gives it a light squeeze.

Midge has never done anything like this before, but she can’t bring herself to care. The tension has been simmering between them and right now she wants. If there will be any consequences, she’s not thinking about them.

She eyes him in the taxi when she feels his hand on her thigh. Sitting as closely together as they are, she’s sure he can feel the heat coming off of her, see the pounding of her heart in her chest. He keeps his hand there, enough to tease her and drive her wild as they take what feels like the longest taxi ride ever.

If Jaskier isn’t lost in his lust, he’ll notice that they’re entering a nice part of town. The building that the taxi parks in front of is large and fancy. After quickly paying the cabbie, Midge grabs Jaskier’s hand and pulls him inside.

Thank God nobody that she knows is around. She doesn’t want to have to introduce him right now or explain this later if it gets back to her parents. The elevator ride is agony and Midge almost loses control with his hands on her body. They’re almost there though. Just a few more minutes…

She pushes the door to the apartment behind them and is pressing her lips to his before the door even closes. The kisses are desperate, a little moan of satisfaction escaping her mouth at such a longing finally satisfied.

Jaskier does notice that the neighborhood and the building speak of money, and part of his mind does register that this should be a big deal. But right now? He can't bring himself to care. He's bedded noble ladies in big castles before, he can panic about this later when it's clear that their friendship (perhaps with benefits?) will carry on after their fuck.

All the bags are dropped to the floor as soon as Midge pushes him against the door. He gasps in surprise but it's short-lived; there's no hesitation in the way he kisses her back. Jaskier wraps his arms around her and presses her body against his, his whole body shivering in pleasure at the feeling of her breasts against his chest.

Her desperation is nothing but flattering, yet Jaskier can't help wondering if nobody has taken care of her since the divorce. Their first time should be good, an opportunity to get to know each other's bodies. So he captures her mouth in his and tries to guide her into something more sensual than frantic, kissing her like she's the most precious thing and basking in every second of it.

If Midge cares to let her leg slip between his, she'll notice the tent on his pants slowly growing.

She’s had sex since her divorce; whether it was good sex is up for debate. Midge hasn’t had really good sex in a while, so any efforts that he makes to please her will be appreciated and rewarded.

When he slows down it feels like her heart might burst out of her chest and something other than lust swells up inside of her. It’s no less hungry though. Her fingers sift through his hair as they kiss, not stopping until each of them are gasping for air.

As she pulls back in order to lead him to her room, her eyes drift to the obvious bulge in his pants. With a breathless laugh, she tugs on his hand and leads him down the hallway to her bedroom.

The fingers in her hair make him groan into the kiss, sending goosebumps through his whole body. He can't wait to see what those fingers will do next.

The little trip down the hallway isn't wasted: Jaskier drops his jacket and his boots in the way, always an expert on undressing on the run. As soon as they enter her bedroom, he grabs her by her waist and pulls to press her body against his again. A new gasp escapes him when she brushes against her obvious bulge.

This time, his mouth falls on her shoulder, leaving light kisses that make their way up her neck and ear. He whispers Midge with a deep voice full of desire before capturing her mouth again. His tongue searches for her and he feels that electrical shock of raw want hits his entire body when they meet.

As he deepens the kiss, he lets his hands roam, caressing her back with calloused fingers.

“Jaskier,” she whispers back. His hands feel sure against her and it only turns her on even more. By all accounts, he’s good at this. Confident. She wants him so badly, and it’s obvious by the bulge pressing against her stomach that he wants her just as much.

Her hands move to his chest, unbuttoning his doublet, something that she has most definitely never done before. As his hands roam her back, she pulls her mouth away from his for just a moment.

“The zipper is back there,” she says, sure that he’ll be able to find it.

If she continues to say his name like that, he isn't sure if he'll be able to keep control for long. The desire in her voice matches his and he's dying to give her what she wants.

He can't help but chuckle at the mention of the zipper and buries his nose in her ear to speak. "I know where it is. Another wonderful invention, I must say - love the easy access." A bit of nibbling her earlobe before talking again. "But I thought my goal was to climb under your lovely skirt. Are we changing plans? Or will you let me feel the fabric on my skin while I taste you?"

Since she's eager for more undressing, he decides to both grant her wish and prove his point by taking off his shirt, leaving his upper body bare. His tuning fork necklace rests on his very hairy chest, and there are little scars and scraps caused by years of being on the road with a witcher. There's one big one, though, a slash that starts at his back and goes around the side of his body to end at his ribs.

The way he whispers in her ear like that makes her throb with need. It’s not just the words, but the tone as well. He will find out all too quickly that words whispered in the heat of passion turn her on immensely.

Midge hums her approval of his plan and takes a moment to slip off her heels while he takes off his shirt. She pauses at the sight of his chest, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” Of the few men’s chests that she’s seen, she’s never seen one so muscular before. It’s not what she was expecting to find under that doublet. One of her hands digs into his chest hair while the other traces over the definition in his abs.

Her question makes him chuckle - oh, how adorable she is. "Like what you see?" he teases with a big grin - this is going straight to his ego, too.

Jaskier lets out a little happy sigh when she starts touching him, enjoying the feeling of her warm hands on his skin. He hums every time her fingers move, encouraging her to explore more but also expressing how lovely it feels. While she plays, he undoes his belt and lets his pants drop, stepping out of them before toeing off his socks.

The white briefs are tight around his swollen groin, and a small wet spot at the front proves how much he wants this. Remembering the conversation they had about sexuality, Jaskier decides to play with Midde a little. He steps closer as he grabs her hands, guiding them behind him to drop them on his (very perky thanks to years of walking) ass.

His ego is going to be massive by the time they’re done. Midge doesn’t relish adding to it, but she has to admit it when he’s particularly spectacular.

She watches as he removes his pants, her eyes on the bulge in the front. A little frisson of desire runs through her. Then, he’s grabbing her hands and moving them to his backside.

It’s a surprising move, but she recovers quickly and gives his ass a squeeze. “I like what I see and what I feel.”

The squeeze causes him to buck his hips against her, and a little whimper escapes his lips. He's so fucking hard right now, but he's a man on a mission. "Glad my lady is pleased."

Then he kisses her again, taking a moment to suck on her tongue before breaking it. Don't worry, though, he isn't going anywhere: he kisses her cheek and makes his way down to drop open-mouthed kisses on her neck. His hands fall on her waist and slowly go back, too, to return to the squeeze to her lovely bottom. Every noise she makes is music to his ears, and he wants to keep playing her like a lute until she reaches the highest notes.

"I'm guessing marking your neck is out of the question, Madam Comedian." Considering stage presence and all.

After another kiss to her cheek, Jaskier starts to bend his knees to lower his body. He buries her face in her breasts, rubbing his cheeks against the soft fabric of her dress. His hands go down as he does, caressing the back of her legs.

Once he's finally on his knees, he grabs Midge's foot and drops another kiss on it. Raising her skirt just a bit is enough for him to lick his lips, which he does while maintaining eye contact with her on purpose. After a wink, he disappears under the dress, calloused fingers grabbing her actual thighs skin-to-skin while his mouth closes around them, offering more open-mouthed kisses dangerously close to her underwear but not getting quite there yet.

"But are your inner thighs a fair game?" It's a sincere request for permission, which he demonstrates by letting his teeth lightly graze her skin during another kiss.

She should have known that a man who plays string instruments would be good with his hands. Jaskier is hardly even touching any of her erogenous zones and her panties are already soaking wet for him. His time spent at her breasts is all too brief and Midge hopes that he might linger there a bit later.

When he disappears under her skirt, she widens her stance, spreading her legs for him. He’s already between them, sucking at the tender flesh of her inner thighs.

“Yes…” He can mark her there. Her thighs are more often than not covered by clothing. “Trying to mark your territory?”

Her spreading her legs makes him whimper again - so eager, so ready for him. His entire body shivers at the thought of her doing the same when he throws her on the bed and buries himself in her.

"More like trying to make a canvas out of you."

He barely finishes saying you before he's already nibbling on the skin of her inner thigh, gently but firmly. He then licks and sucks with gusto, knowing what the result will be even if he can't exactly see under her skirt. This is just round one, anyway. He can admire his art when he undresses her later.

His arms close around her legs to hold tightly as his tongue licks a trail up her thigh until he finally reaches her underwear, which is soaking. He smiles against the wet fabric and nuzzles it to both tease and bask in the smell. His own body is burning and the sensation is amplified by the fabric of her dress brushing his back and head, driving him crazy.

His tongue starts to slowly lick her panties, occasionally pressing in to tease her folds. It's an addictive feeling to be buried into a woman like this and hear the noises she makes while he plays her like an instrument. Jaskier finds pleasure in every little noise Midge makes and like an expert conductor, he waits for her to reach peak desperation before he finally grabs her panties with his teeth and pulls down.

Midge inhales sharply when she feels his mouth on her panties. It’s only a thin piece of cloth separating her from his tongue, but she still wishes it were gone. With his head under her skirt, she can’t find purchase by digging her fingers into his hair. She reaches out and clutches the corner of her vanity in order to keep steady.

Not being able to see him, just being able to feel him, is turning out to be hotter than she thought it would be. “Fuck,” she hisses as his tongue swipes along her, probing at her folds. Instinctively, Midge starts to rock her hips gently against his face, wanting more as he heightens her pleasure.

When he moves his head, she almost curses at him, then realizes that he’s gripping her panties with his teeth in order to pull them down her legs.

His teeth lower the panties as much as they can, but eventually his hands have to join to finish the job. Those same hands guide her feet to take off the panties, and he raises the skirt just enough to throw them across the room. All the while, he sings a little something.

"♫ Dip me under where you can feel my river flow and flow / Hold me until I scream for air to breathe / And wash me over until my well runs dry ♫"

(This song is not about geography.)

Calloused fingers caress Midge's legs as they make their way back up to reach her ass, squeezing tightly as Jaskier speaks. "That rocking from before? Keep doing it."

And without warning, he just dives in.

It only takes two seconds for him to become addicted. His hard dick aches every time her taste floods his mouth and her smell invades his nose, but it's such a delicious ache, which makes his body sweat and causes a wonderful contrast whenever her skirt brushes against his wet skin. His fingers never stop massaging her butt while he joins her song with noises of his own, sounding like a ravenous man having a feast with every lick and suck.

Even in her haze of lust, Midge can still enjoy a good metaphor. She laughs lightly at his song, enjoying the bright, clear sound of his voice. It’s ironic that he’s a singer considering that she can’t hold a tune.

A little gasp escapes her mouth when he grabs her ass. “You got it,” she replies.

Jaskier eats her like a man who hasn’t had food for days. All Midge can do is hold on tightly to the vanity and moan out her pleasure. She rocks her hips more forcefully this time, trying to get him to focus his tongue on her clit. He seems intent to explore her completely, and even she can’t protest that very much. She feels like she’s being devoured in the best way possible.

“Jaskier… yes…”

He's going to need her to say his name like that again.

If she wants him to focus on her clit, then her wish shall be granted. Jaskier closes his mouth around it to suck on it as if his life depended on it, making sure to pay attention to her moans to find the spots she enjoys getting licked the most.

This doesn't mean he won't explore her anymore - what is he, a monster? A hand leaves her ass so calloused fingertips find their way between her folds. At first, they just caress gently, massaging as they gather her wetness. When his fingers are drenched, they tease her etrance before his index goes in, moving slowly at first but joining the rhythm of his mouth one he's sure she's fine and enjoying herself.

She’s happy to let him know exactly how she likes it once his tongue finds the perfect pattern on her clit. “There!” She gasps, “Oh my God, don’t stop…”

Her free hand rests on top of his head, scrunching her dress as she digs her fingers into his hair through it. Midge needs to hold on to him, to have something solid to rock herself against as he brings her closer and closer to orgasm.

His fingers are a welcome addition. As he slicks them up, tracing her opening, little pleas issue forth from her lips. Midge’s eyes flutter closed, just focusing on feeling him drive her to the brink of madness. There’s a moan of satisfaction when his finger slides into her heat.

Stop? The last thing in his mind right now. A horde of monsters would have to come through the window to stop him.

His movements do fumble a little, though, when she grabs his head through the fabric of her skirt. He groans against her clit, his hips bucking into the air in desperation. His own blood is boiling thanks to the heat of the dress-tent, her taste on his tongue, and the wonderful music she's making that strokes his ears.

A second finger soon slides in as well and Jasker groans again as she feels how tight she is around his digits, his cock aching more at the mere chance of doing the same later. Both fingers go as deep as they can and curb inside, teasing her walls while his mouth continues to make obsene sucking noises around her clit.

The rumbling of his voice against her most sensitive parts adds to the pleasure that he’s giving her. Jaskier is so precise in his approach, his tongue and fingers working expertly in tandem. His fingers thrust in easily given how wet she is, the motion making an equally obscene noise in response to the greedy sounds of his mouth.

Midge’s thighs tremble and she gasps for air, hips stuttering against his face. She can feel the wave of a powerful climax build quickly inside of her until it finally snaps. Her walls contract around his fingers and she wails for him.

“Jaskier!”

Her whole body trembles now, knees buckling slightly as she rides out her orgasm. It’s been forever since she’s come this hard and she never wants it to end.

As soon as he feels her walls contracting around his fingers, his mouth pulls away just one inch to speak with a needy voice.

"Come for me, darling."

And then it goes back to work, letting his tongue lick away all her fluids as she comes on his face. His fingers stay buried inside her and help her ride out the orgasm; teasing, rubbing, and caressing until she can't stand on her own any longer.

Even during the aftershocks, Jaskier stays with his nose buried in her curls, making sure he's milking her until the last second. Only then does he finally move, letting the skirt fall back in place on its own as he stands up.

His dry hand gently cups her face to make sure she's looking at him when he licks his lips very slowly. The shine on his nose and skin around his mouth proves how deep he put his face in there, and he doesn't regret a single second of it.

"I didn't think you could get any more gorgeous, yet here we are." Her post-orgasm face is absolutely perfect, and he wishes he could just look at it for hours to keep it as inspiration for erotic poetry. He stares at her hungrily now as he takes a step forward, trapping her between the dresser and his sweaty body. His hips can't help but rub against her dress, and he has to bite down another whimper so he can ask- "I take it you had fun?"

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Whoops they didn’t even make it to the date

lmao biggest whopsie ever

Sorry not sorry?

oh never apologize

Excellent

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