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"So wet, so sweet." He picks up the pace with her. "Come for me, darling."

His hands fall on her waist to help her ride along while his face falls on her breasts again, having learned how much she likes it there. There are no more words, just the music of their moans as both their bodies desperately hunt for that wonderful little death.

Midge closes her eyes, little gasps of pleasure dropping from her lips. Her body stiffens and then the orgasm blooms inside her like a flower. She shakes with ecstasy, not holding back her cries.

“Jaskier!”

Slumping forward, she rests her forehead on his shoulder as she keeps rocking her hips on top of him, squeezing her cunt around his cock and waiting for his release.

Hearing his name cried like that does plenty to his arousal, but Midge is also an attentive lover and keeps rocking her hips to help Jaskier reach his end, too. He thrusts one more time before she squeezes around him and he finally lets go, moaning her name and clinging to her as waves of pleasure hit every fibre of his being. For a few seconds, he sees and feels nothing but the stars of poor elation.

Once he's come through, he falls back on the bed, bringing Midge with him for the obligatory cuddling. Soon he's humming again.

The sound of her name from his mouth as he comes is beautiful. Midge looks up so that she can watch his face in ecstasy. She likes making him come, making him happy.

They cuddle close on the bed, Midge smiling at the fact that he’s humming again. She kisses him sweetly, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I had fun today.”

Her touch is so sweet and soothing. Jaskier could see himself just hanging out with her to relax, touch each other while appreciating art. He returns the kiss with a smile on his face, basking in the sensitive tingling on his skin as their bodies brush.

"Me too. And I would love to do this again. Multiple times." A pause as he considers some options while rubbing her back. "I said before that we could talk on Friday, but since the subject of 'next time' keeps coming up, well- I don't know how stable your post-orgasm brain feels to do so at the moment."

“So would I,” she replies.

She props her head up on her hand and looks at him. “We can talk.” Midge feels good. Satisfied, but not completely brain dead. She strokes a hand over his chest, gently fingering his tuning fork necklace.

Even if she already said so before, it still makes him happy to hear that she wants more of him. Which is why this conversation is important. He wishes he could leave it for later because it's such a sweet moment - he just wants to sing for her while she plays with his chest.

But he knows that if he postpones this, it'll be worse. He's already dealt with enough scorned lovers to learn his lesson. He sighs as he considers how to approach this.

"In many opportunities, Geralt has called me a hedonist. And I can't exactly deny it. I like enjoying myself. I like my freedom, I like fun." His hand never stops rubbing his back while he looks at her directly in the eye, hoping she can see he's serious but also how much he wants her. "That means I don't do relationships. Romantic ones, I mean. Tried once - well, twice, same person. She wanted a husband at home. I wanted to see the world."

The Countess of Stael also had an issue with his feelings for Geralt, but Jaskier doesn't think that's relevant.

"Friendships I do appreciate, and you'll find me extremely loyal. The three crazy immortals at home can attest to that. So if you want just a friend who can support you through your career and go shopping with, you can count on me. If you want a-- what is it that they call it here?" A second to think. "Friend-with-benefits? I can be that, too. Either choice would please me greatly. But if you want courting, I'm afraid that's not an option." His hand finally leaves her back to cup her cheek. His eyes soften. "If you don't want to see me ever again, that would hurt, because I've enjoyed your company, fucking or not fucking. But I'd respect that as well."

Maybe she’s still a little too come-drunk, but she wasn’t expecting him to say all of that. None of it is surprising though. Midge isn’t naive enough to think that Jaskier saw her and fell instantly in love with her. She’s not in love either. It was clear from speaking with people at the club that he enjoys having fun with as many people as possible.

Still, there’s a little stab of hurt in her chest. He doesn’t want me. I’m not good enough. Midge quickly tries to dismiss it. Those are her own insecurities after the failure of her marriage. Jaskier not wanting to be in a relationship doesn’t have anything to do with her.

She takes a deep breath before speaking. “Thank you for telling me that.” Midge wonders what the woman who wanted him to settle down was like. “To be honest… I don’t know if I want a romantic relationship either. After Joel…” She trails off for a second. “Besides, I have my career. That’s where my focus should be. That and my kids.”

“But, I would really like it if we were friends, and I’d also like it if we did this again.” She laughs lightly. “At the risk of sounding like a repressed housewife, this was… incredible. I really needed this.” Midge feels so relaxed that she could probably sleep for hours. Orgasms are great stress relief.

She gently drags the tines of the tuning fork over his chest. “You would do this again? When I need you? Or you need me?”

He’ll probably need her far less, as he’s got any number of lovers, male or female. Midge doubts that she’ll be sleeping with anyone else.

"Family and a career," he replies as he nods, tone full of understanding. "We have the same priorities."

His face beams when she agrees to be her "special" friend and he chuckles along to her comment. Taking care of repressed housewives is his specialty, but considering the Joel thing, better not bring that up.

"You honor me with your friendship," he answers before kissing the top of her head. Hearing her next question, he happily laughs and turns his body to drop her on the mattress. "We'll do this again, and again, and again--" Each word is punctuated by a kiss to different spots on her face. "--and again, until you can't walk anymore. Because you need me, or because you're horny, or simply because it's fun. We don't need a reason to have fun." He winks. "You have my number. And if you contact me while I'm in a swamp with Geralt in the middle of nowhere, then I'll gladly describe what I'd do to you on text. You know what to do with your hand now."

It’s hard to find a man whose priorities align with yours. Midge locks that revelation away for now.

She gasps in delight when he rolls her over onto her back, giggling as he kisses her. Despite her mouth and her stubbornness, Midge is decidedly feminine. Having a handsome man on top of her, kissing her, after he gave her four incredible orgasms, is going to produce some giggles. She can’t even be ashamed of it.

“I do. I’ll practice next time I’m in the tub. Also, I want to hear all about the adventures that you and Geralt have when—“

She’s cut off by the slamming of the apartment door.

“Miriam?” Her father calls. Then: “What’s all of this?”

Midge’s eyes go wide and panic grips her chest. “Shit!” she hisses.

There's nothing to be ashamed of. Jaskier loves making people happy, and her giggling is delightfully adorable.

Midge's eyes aren't the only ones that go wide when they hear Abe's voice. Repeating fuck over and over, Jaskier immediately gets off her and runs to the window to check if they're at a jumpable height. The building is too high, but there's a fire escape, and that's another thing he likes about this world.

It's clear that he's had to run from angry families in the past, be protective fathers or cuckolded husbands. He gathers the few clothes he can find and dresses very quickly while talking in panicking whispers.

"Pleasepleaseplease tell me you can retrieve my things?!"

“Coming Papa!” Midge calls, hurrying to grab her robe and wrap it around herself.

She lowers her voice to talk to Jaskier. “Yes. Just stay in here and try to keep quiet. You can leave through the fire escape.”

Midge leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Abe stands in the hallway, a look of confusion on his face. “Miriam, why is all of this stuff here?” He asks. “This isn’t a landfill to just dump your things in.” He looks up at her. “Are you feeling well?”

Go with it, she thinks, realizing that her face must be flushed and her hair a mess. “Oh, no, Papa,” she groans. “I got home from shopping and just… I felt so weak, I just dropped the bags and got into bed. I’m sorry.”

Quickly, she picks up her shopping bag and Jaskier’s, then turns to his doublet lying in the hallway.

“What is that?” Abe asks.

“Oh,” Midge replies, “that’s one of Ethan’s coats.”

“Ethan has a coat like that? With brocade?” Her father’s tone is skeptical. “It looks way too big for him.”

Midge picks it up casually, trying to stay calm. “Brocade is in for boys. They’re calling it the bard look. I always buy his clothes big, you know how fast he’s growing.”

“And the lute?”

Midge freezes. Jaskier’s lute is carefully propped up against the wall at Abe’s feet. Midge gingerly backtracks to retrieve it. “Also Ethan’s,” she says.

“Ethan has a lute.”

“Yes,” Midge insists. “I told you, the bard thing is huge right now.” With all items in her arms, Midge scurries back toward her bedroom. “Papa, I really feel lousy, I’m going back to bed, okay?”

She closes the door to the bedroom behind her and leans back against it, letting out a deep sigh.

Once Jaskier is dressed up, he opens the window as carefully as possible, feeling grateful that all the talking may cover up the noise. He sits on the edge of the window and waits, having no choice but to cover his mouth to stop his laughing. This has to be the most ridiculous conversation, and he loves it.

When Midge enters the room, Jaskier walks toward her and takes his things while whispering, "Lying to your father for me while naked under your robe. You're lucky we just finished, or I'd have another hard-on right now."

Jaskier finishes putting on the rest of his clothes and hangs his lute on his back, but he doesn't leave quite yet. He puts his arm around Midge's waist and brings her close for a short but still very deep kiss. "Talk to you later? I'm still not sure what the device etiquette is."

Midge wraps her arms around him and enjoys the kiss. “You can text me if you miss me, handsome,” she whispers back with a wink. “I’ll see you at my show tomorrow night?”

She’s looking forward to hearing what he thinks of her comedy.

"Winking fits you," he teases. A nod. "I'll request to change my schedule at Elftown, but I may still be a little late. So wait for me, alright?" He kisses her nose. "Bye for now, darling."

Escaping through windows is something he's used to, but he's never had to do it with a bunch of shopping bags before. Thank the gods for the fire escape. He only gets to walk two blocks before he realizes something.

Soon a text arrives on Midge's phone.

I promise I'm not being clingy, but I find myself in a little dilemma: we never did make-up, and if I return home with gifts for only half of the family, I may lose my cock. Would you mind recommending something for violet eyes? And the creams for my skin, since we're at it. I still have some kohl, but if you want to explain how to replace it now, I won't complain.

Midge watches him climb down the fire escape, waiting to make sure that he ends up safely on the ground. She waves at him, then closes the window.

After flopping onto her bed, Midge sighs as she looks at the ceiling. Being friends with benefits with Jaskier is for the best. He’s not the type to settle down, and maybe marriage isn’t for her anyway. Her first marriage ended in disaster.

The ping of her communicator breaks her thoughts and she grabs it to look at the message.

Well, I can’t have you losing your cock, not after I’ve come to like it so much.

There’s a drug store on the corner where you can pick up some makeup and face cream. It’s not the same as B Altman but we can go back another day. For you, you’re going to want black eyeliner.

She also sends a list of brands she recommends.

Thank you. You're a lifesaver. And cock saver as well.

For the rest few hours, he concentrates on finishing his shopping and finding the right subway to get home. It isn't until he's at home in a warm bath that he texts Midge again. He's really getting to like how these devices always get him someone to chat with.

Nothing like coming home to your best friend's judgmental stare because he can smell your sweaty activities.

A few hours later, the rest of Midge’s family returns home and she has a miraculous recovery from her illness. Fortunately, her father doesn’t say anything in front of her mother. Sometimes he’s good at keeping a secret.

After dinner, Midge is helping Zelda bring the dishes into the kitchen when she gets Jaskier’s text. She excuses herself and scurries into her bedroom.

Why so judgmental? Is he not getting enough?

Also, that’s kind of unnerving that he can smell things like that.

Can he smell that Midge was the one that Jaskier was with?

Oh, trust me, he's getting plenty. He just has lots of opinions about my "hedonistic philosophy". To be fair, today he was probably annoyed because I didn't shower before coming home.

Jaskier sips some wine and almost chokes at the rest of the comment. He's forgotten what Geralt's abilities are like to new people.

I used to believe so too, but after two decades, I'm used to it. I'll admit I wasn't precisely happy the first time I realized he knew if I masturbated while we camped, but nowadays it's fun seeing him use it on others.

You don’t have any special abilities? Just your golden voice?

You can have a shower next time. I remembered that Ethel and Irving Goldberg left me a key to their apartment in Midtown in case I ever need a place to stay after a gig and it’s too late to come all the way home. They’re friends of my parents’ from temple and they travel a lot. They’re gone more than they’re here.

I’ll bet that was an awkward way to find out that he could smell sex.

I thought my cock was special!

Alas, no, I'm a mere human with youthful looks, a golden voice, and a great ability to rhyme. I'm guessing you're fully human too, correct?

Friends with double housing, huh? She really has money and friends on the same social status. Jaskier looks at the screen for a moment and hopes this won't bite him in the ass later. He's charmed ladies in courts and mansions, but only for one-night stands - not counting the Countess de Stael, and we know how that ended. Hanging out with Midge may mean being dragged into that circle again, just like he was a kid. He doesn't miss it.

That sounds absolutely perfect. It means I can bend you over the couch and the kitchen table without interruptions.

At that time, I was indeed mortified. Now, we've seen each other naked so many times, that day has become just another funny anecdote. Actually, I think it's funny, Cirila thinks it's gross.

She loved the dress, by the way. Thank you.

Midge can’t help the sort of family that she comes from, and she’d be remiss if she didn’t acknowledge that her family’s money is helping her with her career in indirect ways (having childcare, not having to bring in a paycheck, nearly unlimited wardrobe). But Midge is the type of woman who is as comfortable drinking champagne at a gala as she is having a beer in a dive bar. She might actually be more comfortable in the latter. Those people are more fun anyway. Jaskier will soon learn that she doesn’t run in upper class circles very often.

Your cock is special, though I’d argue that your fingers are even more special.

Me? I’m a goddess.

Let’s try not to break any of their furniture.

I’m glad she liked it. My ex-father-in-law owns a garment factory and he lets me buy from him at wholesale prices once in a while. I’ll pick up a few more things for her. I’m sure it’s hard for her coming to a whole different world as a teenager and having to navigate hell - I mean, high school.

I shall add "magic fingers" to my lecture curriculum then.

Oh, of course! How could I not tell! A goddess that requires oblation in the form of sexual gratification may be the only organized religion I get behind.

That's incredibly generous of you. Thank you. Cirilla has been doing well. She was lost at first, and she still has a few bad days, but you know - typical stuff for her age. All in all, she's quite happy here. We were in the middle of a war at home, and she's been through some... things. It's one more reason on the list for why we don't want to go back.

You worshipped me well today.

I’d like to hear more someday about what your home is like, if you feel like talking about it.

[ occ: I’ve been in the car traveling all day so thanks for tagging with me today! ]

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A satisfied goddess equals a satisfied follower.

I'll share all the stories you want. Although I shall warn you, if you think women have it bad here, at home, it was much worse. From what I heard about your history here, it seems it was the same when you had castles and knights around.

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LAUGHING SO HARD AT ETHAN'S LUTE

KIDS HAVE LUTES OKAY

JASKIER AGREES ACTUALLY

jaskier trying to teach Ethan to play the lute would be a disaster

imagine Joel's face tho

he’d probably think it was hilarious

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glad you had a good time :)