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"Not a bad idea. But also consider..."

He gently turns Midge around and finds the offending fruits. Without hesitation, he proceeds to lick all of them off her skin, taking his sweet time with each of them. Now they taste like Midge, which makes them sweeter, he thinks.

She sighs at the sensation of his tongue on her skin. She settles in on her stomach while he licks the strawberries off of her back.

“Your tongue?” She asks. “Is that what I should be considering?”

Jaskier is perfect with his tongue. Even though he’s already given her three wonderful orgasms, Midge knows that if his head or his hand or his cock were to find its way between her legs again, she would allow him to do as he pleases.

"Maybe," he replies jokingly.

The last strawberry is on her butt, so he uses the chance to suck on her cheek and leave a mark there too. This accident has become a wonderful little game, and he's starting to consider ideas for that syrup thing he saw on ice cream.

"I was thinking..." Always dangerous. He gets on top of Midge just to tease, making sure to put his weight on his knees not to crush her. His mouth goes to her ear as usual. "How about we leave the bath for tomorrow morning, before we leave? A nice massage to start the day as good as new. And now we may go for something more relaxed, to contrast against the intensity I just put you through." He kisses her cheek and her shoulder. "Lights out, radio off, just you and I caressing each other under the covers. Slow and sensual."

She hums in her throat when he says he’s been thinking. Highly dangerous indeed.

Midge turns her head so that she can see him after he makes his suggestion. That sounds wonderfully intimate and even as there’s a small pang of worry in her heart, Midge still can’t resist. “Alright.” She’s sure it will turn sexual but doesn’t have much of a problem with that. “Let me get cleaned up a bit and then I’ll join you in bed.”

Oh, he definitely meant it in a sexual way. Just a nice, slow fuck to end the night. Jaskier kisses her cheek and gets off her to get ready.

As promised, he turns the lights off around the apartment and closes the curtains. He also turns off the radio. He only leaves the night light in the bedroom on so Midge can make her way back. The used condom, the, box and the bottles are thrown in the trash and a brand new condom is left on the night table. Fortunately the bed has multiple blankets, so he removes the top one with the strawberry stains and loosens up the other ones. The couch cushions are thrown to the corner of the room for now, they can tidy up that later.

Jaskier gets under the covers and lies down with his arms under his head, waiting for Midge while singing.

"♫ My baby whispers in my ear / Mm, Mm, sweet nothings / He knows the things I like to hear / Mm, Mm, sweet nothings ♫"

Look at him, knowing songs from this world.

While Jaskier cleans up the apartment, Midge takes some time to clean up herself. After taking off the lingerie, Midge takes a washcloth and wets it. She careful wipes the cum off of her thigh. Without her typical creams and makeup removers here, she’s going to have to improvise. She uses a different towel and some soap and water to remove her makeup. Then, she cards her fingers through her hair in order to untangle it a bit.

A smile crosses her lips when she hears Jaskier singing. She comes out of the bathroom and slips into bed with him.

“Uh huh, honey.” She grins. “You know that girl is like, 14 years old?”

Oh, she took off the lingerie. Not a bad idea for what they're about to do, actually, kudos to her. Jaskier openly stares at her gorgeous body and doesn't react to her question until she's in bed with him.

"...what." He drags his hands down his face. "I only heard the song, I didn't see her! What the fuck? That could've been Ciri!"

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“Yeah her record label keeps that under wraps,” Midge says with a raise of her eyebrow. “But, let’s not ruin the mood.” Leaning up, she presses a slow kiss to Jaskier’s mouth. “You’re more than welcome to whisper sweet nothings to me.”

Her eyes adjust to the cool darkness of the room as she slides close to him. Jaskier’s blue eyes stand out, as well as the glint off of his necklace.

"I think I can do that."

Jaskier lies on his side and puts an arm around her to pull her close, returning the kiss. It's a slow one, taking his sweet time to kiss her thoroughly, nipping on her lower lip and teasing her tongue with his.

His voice is kept in a sensual purr when he reaches her ear. "Close your eyes and touch my skin. Can you find my scars in the darkness?" His own hands slowly explore her body, too, going up her thighs and her back one inch at a time. "Can you hear our heartbeats echoing in the night?"

Midge is happy to cuddle with him. She wraps one arm around his back when he pulls her close and returns his kiss with equal passion.

Following his request, Midge closes her eyes and lets her fingers explore his skin. There are a few patches on his side that feel different. “Here?” she asks. Midge shivers when she feels his hands on her thighs and back.

His breath catches for a second when she finds the scar.

"Yes. Nails of a vampiress. Yours feel much nicer. I love the way they scrape my skin, making it tingle. Especially on my head." He kisses her neck while taking a moment to gather some courage. There's something he's been dealing with and he knows he must push himself through it to work it out. His left hand traces her spine, then the two scarred fingers from his right hand repeat the process. "Feel the difference?"

“Ooh a vampiress,” she says. “I did suck your soul out of you earlier.” Midge might be just a little bit proud of that.

At his request, Midge moves her hand up to his head, massaging his scalp gently with her nails.

Her brow furrows as she concentrates on the touch of his fingers. The difference is subtle, but it’s there.

“Yes. Are your fingers scarred?”

Laughing. "Oh yes, you absolutely did. A talented mouth indeed."

And to show his appreciation for that mouth, he captures it in another kiss as he hums in delight at the nails on his head. His whole body shivers and tingles, and his blood is slowly starting to travel south.

"Yeah. This one is-- a sadder story, for another day. Unlike my other scars, they do bother me a little bit. So I've been trying positive reinforcement. I like playing with sensations."

His hands fall on her thighs and caress them as they go up to cup her arse. The more they massage, the more the tips of his fingers slip in, teasing her inner thighs and her lips.

Midge opens her eyes.

“You don’t want to tell me now?”

Then Jaskier’s hands travel into more intimate territory on her body and she inhales deeply, exhaling a light moan. Her legs part for his wandering fingers, eager for his touch as always.

“Do you like what you feel?”

"It would kill the mood. It's not a funny monster story." As always, the real monsters are humans. "I just like the reminder that they don't feel--" An awkward pause. "--wrong, I suppose."

Her legs immediately part and it's Jaskier's turn to inhale - she's always so ready for him, it drives him crazy. Being this needed and wanted is intoxicating. He still keeps his touch light, though, wanting to play with the whole slow and sensual idea. His fingertips brush her outer labia, not going far yet.

"I do. You're a piece of art." His hips move forward, his slowly awakening cock pushing against her thigh. "Do you like what you feel?"

“They don’t,” she confirms. “I can feel the difference, but only when I’m looking for it. Your touch always feels wonderful.”

His fingers, as always, are teasingly perfect. Midge shivers, but as much as she wants more, she can appreciate this slow seduction.

“Jaskier…” she whispers. Nobody has ever referred to her as art before. She can feel him stirring against her thigh and reaches down to trace her fingers over his erection. “Of course I do.”

"Thank you." It's a very heartfelt whisper.

A happy little sigh escapes his lips when she touches his cock, and he's delighted to notice she's playing along with the small touches. It makes for a wonderful build-up, in his opinion.

"Miriam," he calls back, remembering how much she liked it. "Please don't stop."

As his cock hardens in her hand, Jaskier buries his face in her breasts, dropping light open-mouthed kisses on both of them. His hands never stop teasing, finally letting a finger slip between her folds to rub lazily.

[ OOC; the plane has mechanical problems and we’ve been on here for 2 hours but have gone nowhere. Still haven’t eaten dinner. 🔪🔪🔪 ]

With a soft moan, Midge tilts her head back so that Jaskier can have full access to her neck and chest. Her hips move forward when she feels his fingers move between her folds. Midge strokes her fingers down his shaft, then moves them underneath his cock, still keeping her touch teasing with her fingertips.

“I love when you say my name like that,” she breathes. “You make me so happy.”

Jaskier moans against her breasts as her hand continues to touch him, getting his dick fully hard now. He tries to make their bodies touch as much as possible so they can slide against each other, letting their skin communicate in pleasure.

"Miriam," he repeats as more fingers join the first, teasing her clit too now. "Miriam," he says again when his hips thrust into her hand. "Miriam," he whispers one last time before he starts sucking on her nipple.

Her moans grow louder as Jaskier says her name over and over again. She hated it in high school, thought it sounded ugly and old. When he says it, it sounds like the most beautiful name in the world.

“Jaskier…” Midge rocks her body gently against him. Even though they’re teasing each other and riling each other up, she wants more. She wraps her fingers around his cock more firmly, stroking him up and down. As always, he’s playing her like a fine-tuned instrument with his fingers and his mouth.

He gasps against her breasts when her hand wraps firmly around his cock, his hips thrusting into it a little harder now. This was supposed to be slow and sensual, yet now it seems it's becoming a competition. Not complaining, of course.

As their moans echo in the room, creating wonderful music in the darkness, Jaskier gets three fingers inside her and begins thrusting at a fair rhythm - not too hard or fast, but definitely not slow either. His mouth never leaves his breasts while he tries his best for both his sucking and his fingering to match her strokes, hoping for perfect harmony.

“Oh!”

Three fingers inside her feels like an indulgence. He did that to her before and she absolutely loved it, though it’s clear she’s not used to it yet.

“I feel so full,” Midge gasps, her hand stilling on his cock for a moment as she gets used to his thrusts. Jaskier should have realized that they wouldn’t be able to keep it slow and sensual for long.

With her free hand, she digs her fingers into his hair as he sucks at her hardened nipples. He’s building her up slowly, and she’s fine with letting him do so. It will hopefully lead to another incredible orgasm.

"It truly is a fantastic feeling, isn't it?" he responds as his fingers stop and his hips make a single thrust, silently asking her to keep up with him. He understands how she feels, he loves being full as well. Jaskier would love to take two dicks like women do, he's a little envious.

His mouth goes to her ear and nibbles on it before speaking. "Have you ever gone to sleep with a cock still deep in you? Imagine waking up still feeling full." His tone says he's done it - both as a receiver and the giver. "Now that we have this place, it may be an idea for another night."

“You always make me feel fantastic…”

The little thrust wakes her up and she wraps her fingers more tightly around his cock before continuing to stroke him. Midge concentrates on stimulating his whole length, from tip to base, squeezing gently.

She moans approvingly at his suggestion. “Or I could wake up and roll on top of you, start to ride you in the middle of the night.”

A long, needy moan leaves his lips when she starts stroking him again. He pants against her ear as his fingers get back to moving too, thrusting to match her rhythm. His thumb searches for her clit to rub it along.

"Fuck," he curses when he hears her suggestion, the mental image making his cock throb. "That would be the most amazing morning call... start the day with an orgasm and a beautiful woman aching for me."

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Guess who has (shitty) internet on the flight eyyy

niiiiice

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oh no :( sorry to hear that, hope it gets solved soon!

Here now, just generally busy and tired!

then i got busy too lol please rest!!!

doing better tonight, thank you!

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