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She fits so easily on his arm, it makes him very happy to see her take it without even having to ask. Jaskier likes the energy of New York and its bubbly nights, so getting to walk also adds to the reasons for this night being so good.

The comment about his lute makes him laugh.

"Most of the time," he responds with a shrug. "I've been trying to change it here, but it's an old habit. Quite hard to drop it. After so many years, not feeling it on my back feels... empty, in a way." Remembering that they'll have the whole night together, he then adds, "But look at it this way: it means I may serenade you later. If it pleases you."

“It would please me,” she says with a smile. Jaskier has a very mellow voice and she’s enjoyed the little bit of his singing that she’s heard so far.

“Have you ever taught anyone to play?”
Midge asks, leaning in to him as they walk together. Their pace isn’t hurried, despite what they both know awaits them. As eager as Midge might be to have sex with him, she can still enjoy a walk in the fresh air on the arm of a handsome man.

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He's delighted to hear he may charm her with song, and his mind is already going through his dirtiest songs when she throws another question.

"I did a bit of that during my winters in Oxenfurt, but I've never done full tutoring. What about your studies? You told me you attended university too. Did you do anything with that?"

Oh, the dirty songs will amuse her, never you worry, Jaskier. She knows how much he loves to see her blush and to make her laugh.

“I majored in Russian Literature,” Midge replies with a sigh. “Honestly, I went to college to find a husband. I found one.” And look where she is now. “It was a totally impractical major, but I was interested in it. I speak a little bit of Russian. That’s probably the most useful thing I got out of it.”

Russian Literature didn’t often come up as a housewife, nor has it come up as a comedian.

Went to college to find a husband. Jaskier wonders if she regrets it, but he isn't about to ask that. He may be a dumbass, but he isn't dumb.

"Impractical is irrelevant - it's what you loved. Have you tried sitting through a subject you hate? It's pure hell. Your mind wouldn't have gotten anything out of it."

So many teens in his lectures definitely didn't want to be there, and those were always his worst students.

"Would you say something to me in the other language?" He repeats the question in Elder.

“That’s how I feel about math,” Midge tells him. “I’m good at it, but I don’t find it interesting.”

What would she have done with it? Become a bookkeeper? That sounds incredibly boring.

Her eyes widen when he says something in another language. “Oh, what was that?” Midge thinks for a moment about what she wants to say, then goes with: “Когда рак на горе свистнет.”

"Elder, the language of the elves in my world. Like my ring."

Jaskier has no idea what she said, but it makes him smile anyway. He loves language and accents in general, and this world is full of new ones, with all kinds of delightful expressions.

"That was interesting. I don't think I heard that one before. We were given English when we arrived, and I think I heard some of-- Spanish, I believe?"

“It sounds beautiful,” Midge says of Elder. The Elves do seem to have a lovely-sounding language with some beautiful turns of phrase.

“Spanish, yes.” She glances up at him, a smile playing at her lips. “Want to know what I said? ‘When the lobster whistles on the mountain.’”

After giving him a moment to react to that, she explains. “It’s an idiom. It means something unlikely to happen. Kind of like ‘when pigs fly’ in English.” She enjoys that Russian phrase. “And we’re here.”

Midge steers him to a well-to-do looking building on their left. The elevator takes them to the third floor and Midge retrieves a key from her purse to open apartment 308. The space isn’t huge, but it’s cozy and well-appointed. It’s clear from the decor that the owners have some money.

Alone at last, Midge turns to Jaskier and presses her mouth to his in a hungry kiss. Her hands go to his chest as she tastes the fruity alcohol on his lips. She lingers there, sucking gently on his lower lip.

“Mmm… you taste like pineapple.”

He chuckles at the meaning of the phrase. "I'm sorry, but the Russians win this one. The lobster one is better."

This building is as nice as Midge's, which isn't surprising considering it's someone's second property. Thinking of it as another hotel, Jaskier allows himself to enjoy the sight of fine things decorating the room.

As soon as she turns to him, Jaskier puts his hands on her waist and happily kisses her back, making little noises when she sucks on his lip.

"And soon I'll taste of you. But we aren't hiding from your parents anymore, and we have all night. So we're doing this right."

Still determined to go through the whole seduction process, Jaskier kisses her cheek before moving to the living room. He leaves his lute and satchel on an armchair before taking off his jacket and shoes, delighted to feel the carpet under his feet. He also loosens his tie knot but doesn't take it off quite yet, hoping Midge may want to pull it.

Just as he hoped, there's a radio in the room. He quickly goes through a few stations before finding some soothing music. Grinning in victory, Jaskier then moves the coffee table out of the way. Once Midge has put down her things too, he grabs her hand and brings her to the middle of the room.

It's not just a slow dance, although the usual swaying is still there. Jaskier rubs her back while kissing her thoroughly, making sure to taste every inch of her mouth and suck on her tongue. His hands slowly go down and unlike the club, they don't stop - they fall on Midge's arse and squeeze, pushing her against him until not even a needle can get between them.

Midge takes off her coat and hat, watching as Jaskier loosens his tie and turns on the radio. She wills herself to be patient and allow him to seduce her. It’s clear that he wants to take his time with her tonight. They’ll have plenty of time to get through all of their plans, so why not follow his lead?

She allows herself to be pulled close, sighing when he kisses her. Her mouth open against his, the kisses grow a little sloppy, lipstick smearing over both of their mouths. There’s a soft moan when he grabs her ass and pulls her flush against him. She can feel his cock against her stomach. Midge’s hands go to his chest, caressing the muscles there through his shirt.

“Have you managed to go all evening without getting hard? Because I’m dripping wet for you.”

Her words are very erotic, but Jaskier can't help chuckling anyway.

"I was extremely close many a time, and if I had been younger, you would've easily gotten me. Alas, I've had many years to learn to avoid tents on the stage."

What he doesn't say it's that this was a technique he learnt by travelling with Geralt, constantly being exposed to his mighty tits and his third sword. Sharing beds, washing in the river, taking care of wounds... it was painful for his sexual drive.

But the past is in the past, and now he has a wonderful lady to take care of that lust. He buries his face on her neck and starts dropping open-mouthed kisses, being careful not to nip because he remembers the no marks rule. As they continue to sway, Jaskier lifts the dress from behind and lets his fingers tap her panties.

"Fuck," he mumbles against her neck. The erection is quite obviously forming a tent in his pants now. "You weren't kidding. Always so needy and eager for me. Part of me wants to just keep dancing with you, touch you just with my fingertips to see if I could make you come with the sound of my voice."

His finger lightly begins circling the wetness in her panties, just as a little tease. "Earlier, you asked me to corrupt you. Care to remind me of our plans? I seem to have gotten sudden amnesia." His tone is teasing as well, clearly asking her to talk dirty too and ask for what she wants.

She breathes softly when his hand travels under her dress. It seems that feeling how wet she is is all that it takes. Now she can feel his cock press more insistently against her.

Jaskier talks about her being needy and eager for him. To him, those clearly aren’t bad things. To her, she’s not so sure. Did she give in to him too easily? Will people think she’s a slut when — if they find out about what they’re doing? Midge might need some reassurance from him that being needy and eager for him isn’t a bad thing. She has no desire to ruin the moment though, so she tucks the feelings away for later, hoping that he will assuage her worries when the topic comes up.

There’s a breathless laugh and a little moan as strokes his finger over her wet panties. Her legs part slightly in order to give him better access. “You probably could,” she admits.

Midge kisses him and runs her fingers through his hair. She has a smile on her face when she pulls away. “Well, I think we were just supposed to have a nice night in, complete with handholding and chaste kisses.” She winks at him.

“I’m going to change into something that you will hopefully find incredibly sexy, and then I’m going to get down on my knees and take your cock in my mouth.” Reaching down, she cups him through his pants. “Starting to sound familiar?”

Jaskier loses himself in the kiss, letting those long nails of hers make his entire body shiver when they scrape his scalp. He licks his lips when she breaks the kiss, and it takes a second for his lust-filled mind to catch up on the joke. She gets him to laugh, of course.

Before he can reply, Midge is cupping his cock and Jaskier lets out a needy moan as he thrust into her lovely fingers.

"Rings a bell, yes. Mayhaps you should get changing now before an accident happens."

While Midge disappears into the bedroom, Jaskier takes out a few things from his satchel that he puts down on the coffee table: two mini champagne bottles, a box of chocolate-covered strawberries, and a box of condoms. He's got a jar of vaseline too, but he'll keep that in his bag for now.

Midge is a little bit nervous as she changes. Even though she’s pretty sure he’s going to like what she’s picked out, she wants to wow him. Plus, even though Jaskier seems to be very attracted to her body, she knows she has some imperfections. The days of her measuring every body part, of taking off her makeup after her husband goes to sleep are behind her, but echoes remain. It’s not easy to completely let go of habits like that.

After changing into the lingerie and making sure that it fits right, Midge takes a deep breath and steps back out into the living room.

She poses a little for him, trying to push down any anxiety that she might be feeling. “What do you think?”

She picked this lingerie set because it’s yellow and blue, his favorite colors. It’s feminine, but also sexy. It really doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

Her eyes rest on the items sitting on the coffee table and her eyebrows raise. “Someone came prepared.”

As soon as she returns to the living room, Jaskier gasps and his eyes widen. Her comment on his preparedness is completely missed, he's too distracted by the beauty in front of him. It has his favorite colors and has flowers, which he also loves. The best part? It's the transparency, which allows his beloved colors and beloved flowers to frame those perfect tits and that wet cunt. A combination of various beautiful things.

Gods, he can't wait to fuck her in it over and over.

Licking his lips, Jaskier rushes to fall on his knees in front of her and rub his nose against the yellow panties.

"Allure me to dive into your deep, refreshing sea," he recites before dropping a kiss on her panties and standing up. "Like a moth mesmerized, hypnotized by a flame." He drops a few kisses on her breasts, letting his tongue quickly tease a nipple through the fabric. "A breathtaking bonfire built upon the balance of romance and sexuality." His arms wrap around her as he catches her mouth in a devouring kiss.

She can’t help but grin at his reaction. It occurs to Midge that as needy and eager as she might be, he is too. Even if he has other lovers, when he’s with her, he’s with her. There’s no shame in the two of them wanting each other.

Midge caresses his head as he kisses her mons pubis, then wraps her arms around him when he stands up. She returns the kiss to his mouth, speaking again when they break for breath.

“So you like it, right?” she asks somewhat saucily as she starts to pull open the knot to his tie.

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"Absolutely stunning," he replies with no hesitation. He wants to keep touching her, so it's pretty damn hard to pull back his upper body enough for her to work on his clothes. "That's it, it's decided - I'm not undressing you tonight. I won't be done until every inch of fabric smells like both of us."

She tugs his tie off and tosses it to the ground before starting to unbutton his shirt. “I knew I had good taste,” Midge says. It probably helps that the bra is sheer and he can tease her nipples through the thin fabric. The panties are easily enough moved aside for his tongue or his cock. Midge will leave the lingerie on for as long as he wants. She feels pretty in it and loves his reaction.

Once his shirt is open, she takes a few moments to run her fingers through the hair on his chest and stomach, tracing the definition of the muscles there. God, she loves it. After another searing kiss to his mouth, Midge gently guides him backwards until he’s sitting on the sofa. She gets down on her knees in front of him, her eyes burning blue with desire.

“I’m not the only needy one, am I Jaskier?” Midge asks as she unbuckles his belt.

A happy little sigh leaves his lips when she starts touching his chest, once again enjoying the feeling of her nails scraping his skin. He hopes they'll leave marks on his back later. His eyes close as he hums in delight, a hum that gets swallowed by her kiss. Jaskier is about to wrap her in his arms again to bring her close, but then she starts pushing and he laughs, knowing where this is going.

There's no hesitation in the way he opens his legs for her, breath catching when she falls to her knees - what an erotic sight this is. At first, he only shakes his head at her question, biting his lip because her hands and wrists keep brushing his bulge, shamelessly teasing him.

When the belt is finally off, he reaches to cup her face with his hand, his thumb gently stroking her lips.

"Most definitely not. Seeing you like this is maddening itself. I'm rock-hard and aching for your lovely mouth."

Midge looks up at him and grins. She feels more confident knowing that he doesn’t view being needy as a bad thing, and surely doesn’t think less of her for it.

Her fingers tease the bulge through his pants for just a moment before she’s unbuttoning and unzipping them. “Oh, I’ve been told that I’m very good with my mouth,” she says, a playful look in her eye. “You know. Telling jokes.” What else would she be talking about?

With a wink, she urges Jaskier’s hips up so that she can pull down his pants and underwear. His cock springs free, fully erect. Midge’s fingers curl around it, stroking gently for now, feeling him throb in her hand.

The teasing continues and Jaskier whimpers, proving he's indeed desperate and needy for her touch. He can't help wondering if touching the fabric of the blue suit she likes so much does something for her as well.

"A very talented mouth indeed," he agrees with a chuckle. "A feisty mouth - one could even call it cocky."

He gets rid of his shirt while she takes care of his pants, raising his hips as soon as she requests it. The air feels a bit chill around his throbbing erection, but that soon stops being a problem when she wraps her fingers around it. Jaskier throws his head back and moans, his body decompressing on the couch as pleasure slowly melts him away.

The suit is definitely doing it for her, though now that it’s off, his body is doing it for her too. Still gently stroking his cock, Midge leans forward and presses kisses to his chest and stomach.

“Takes one to know one,” she replies saucily. Jaskier’s confidence borders on cocky, but Midge likes it anyway.

She kisses his tuning fork necklace, the metal warm from being against his skin all night.

There should be hundreds of comebacks for that comment, but right now he's letting his brain turn to mush for a change. While usually he's a very active lover, he loves attention and being pampered, so pillow-queening has its own merits. He doesn't get to do it often enough, especially with women, who are often holding onto what is taught to them and expect him to take control.

It's one of the many reasons he likes Midge - her independence makes her extremely attractive. Jaskier hums under every kiss, basking in the feeling of her sexy outfit rubbing against his skin. Calloused fingers land on Midge's shoulder, digging in as he indirectly begs for more.

Midge enjoys when a man takes control, but she also has no problem taking care of a man. In her (albeit limited) past experience, men enjoy it. It certainly seems like Jaskier is enjoying it.

Her kisses trail downward, over his right hip and down the inside of his thigh. She leans back again, this time bringing his cock close to her mouth.

“Do you wanna see what else my mouth can do?” Sassy. Midge is sure he loves it. She lays a kiss on the head of his penis.

The kisses to his thigh make him shiver, his nails digging a little deeper into her shoulders. He indeed loves her sassiness, which makes her ten times sexier than she already is.

Before he can reply, she kisses the head of his cock and he can only let out a heartfelt fuck. "Midge, please..." That's it, his begging is the answer.

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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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