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.
jaskier trying to teach Ethan to play the lute would be a disaster
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
That takes him by surprise, but the shock is short-lived. He grins like an idiot before celebrating by drinking directly from the wine bottle.
Excuse you, my ego is nothing but healthy and boastful!
That said, allow me to return the compliment. It's not every day that I meet someone capable of matching me in wit. Being with another artist does make a difference, doesn't it?
She calls ‘em like she sees ‘em, Jaskier. There’s no denying his ego. And yet, he’s also undeniably charming and gracious. Midge wouldn’t have slept with him if he was an unbearable prick.
You do back up a lot of what your ego says.
I never knew it would, but it does. It… felt different with you.
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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.
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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?!"
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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.
LAUGHING SO HARD AT ETHAN'S LUTE
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."
KIDS HAVE LUTES OKAY
She’s looking forward to hearing what he thinks of her comedy.
JASKIER AGREES ACTUALLY
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.
jaskier trying to teach Ethan to play the lute would be a disaster
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.
imagine Joel's face tho
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.
he’d probably think it was hilarious
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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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! ]
glad you had a good time :)
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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Until now. It’s all the rage for young boys, I hear.
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Does Ethan have any interest in music? Or in arts at all?
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Unfortunately, no. Ethan doesn’t have many interests period, except for Howdy Doody.
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Maybe you should get him an instrument after all. Enrich his mind before he ends up with one of those sports ball thingies.
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Not to inflate your already massive ego, but you’re one of the most interesting people I’ve met in a while.
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Excuse you, my ego is nothing but healthy and boastful!
That said, allow me to return the compliment. It's not every day that I meet someone capable of matching me in wit. Being with another artist does make a difference, doesn't it?
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You do back up a lot of what your ego says.
I never knew it would, but it does. It… felt different with you.
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He's only half serious.
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Seriously, I’ve never had a man quote poetry to me in bed, or sing a dirty song to me while we fucked.
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laughing so hard at the idea of Abe freaking out not because of the lover, but because of the dick
that’s exactly what would happen lololol
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The uncut dick was too good for her to quit talking to him
lmao priorities
exactly
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(credit: Charles Simic)
all these men writing naughty poems
it was hard to find something poetic and not just raunchy
Not surprising lol
Cartier and Tiffany lmaooo
i might just use it tbh
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lol my bad
nah, no worries, makes sense. Midge wouldn't know
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lmaooooo SUSIE PLEASE
:D
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I want that drink
now you have your weekend plans lol
seriously
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Why are we awake?
because we can
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omg that's so pretty and perfect (poem by Justin Farley)
I know right!
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never apologize for having a life! glad to hear you had fun
<3
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