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I fill you with every thrust of my throbbing cock, I fill your mouth with my tongue to look for yours and lick every inch of it.

(Clothes, of course. I forgot about those, I just keep picturing your marvelous tits. My robe is completely open, so it's almost as if I was wearing nothing at all. I keep thrusting too, allowing myself to rub my spot - my back arches, and my moans are drowned down by the music.)

I think by the time you tire, I’ll have lost count of how many times you’ve made me come. I’ll be covered in sand and salt and your kisses.

(My tits are yours. All of me is yours, Jaskier.)

Even as she sends the message, she knows that he doesn’t see her that way. He’s not possessive; Midge wouldn’t want him to be, but she likes being his… even if she technically isn’t.

(I wish I could see you right now. I’m sure it’s even hotter than what I’m picturing in my mind.

I’m teasing my clit, stroking it so lightly in tandem with that spot and trying not to moan out loud, trying not to come yet, even though my whole body is on edge, trembling.

Tell me when to come for you.)

Tired, marked, and well fucked. That's when you're at your prettiest, darling. My hand reaches for your clit as I keep thrusting into you - no words, only your name moaned into the sunset.

He doesn't pick up on the extra meaning of her sentence - he thinks she's just saying her body is up for him to do whatever he wants, and isn't that a sexy thought.

(We'll meet again soon, and I'll put up a show just for you.

I'll close my hand around my dick, trying to stroke it slowly, but speeding every time I think about you being so naughty that you masturbate while your family is in the apartment. All naughty and wet for me, hiding your orgasm under your skirt.

Come when you're ready, Miriam.)

As soon as she starts to rub both her clit and the spot inside her in earnest, her body explodes with orgasm. Midge turns her head and muffles it with her pillow so that she doesn’t accidentally wake the kids. Her body shakes with pleasure and it’s a long moment before she responds to Jaskier again.

I came so hard, my sweet bard. I wish you had been here to see it.

Just like Midge, Jaskier uses both hands to touch himself, trying to wait patiently but failing as his hands continue to pick up speed. When he hears the ping of his phone, he doesn't even look at the message: his fingers thrust harder and he stimulates his spot to hell and back until he's coming all over his hand and his stomach. The music covers his moans while his back arches, and Jaskier lets his mind sink into the heights of pleasure.

It takes him a few minutes to respond - first, he's gotta snap out of his blissful state; and second, he has to find wet wipes on his night table to clean his hand.

breathing his climax
the storm calms down
pleasure floods it
while the breeze calms his body

Thank you for flourishing my Sunday, darling. Glad to hear your orgasm was exquisite as well. If this becomes a recurring way to blow each other's minds when we can't meet, mayhap we should take a few pictures? As inspiration.

I definitely wish I had seen yours.

Midge is unsure how she feels about that. Pictures can sometimes fall into the wrong hands, even beyond a person’s control.

If you mean naked pictures, I’d have to think about that.

I'll show you my handsome orgasmic face next week, when I come back from whatever a "masachusets" is.

No, I meant

Wait, is that something people do?

Fuck, of course they do, how did I not think of it? I'm disappointed in myself! What an amazing idea! So many new ways to use all the inventions this world has! It makes me even more eager to find one of those naughty shops.

Ah, worry not, darling. You don't have to go that far if you aren't comfortable. I just mean a picture of your lovely smile and bright eyes. Mayhaps a bit of cleavage - only for the dress, of course.

Massachusetts. What are you going there for?

Some people definitely do that. I don’t think I’m one of those people.

Clearly you’ve corrupted me though, because that’s what I thought you meant. I’m happy to give you a clothed picture though.

Monster in the swamps. It may be your chance to befriend Yennefer, since she's staying here with Ciri. I have to ask her about sharing her number - sorry that I haven't gotten to that yet.

He woke up late after his -ahem- busy night.

Indeed, I HAVE corrupted you - however, I think this is a case of you just having learned to expect salacious requests from me. A clothed picture would be lovely, thank you! Would you like one as well?

He’s been a little distracted, though Midge knows that it hasn’t only been by her. Jaskier’s libido knows no bounds.

I do expect salacious requests from you. I often welcome them.

Yes, I’d like that. Are we just going to swap headshots?

And you often make them, too, my naughty lady. My hope is that you grow more comfortable asking for whatever comes to your mind.

I'm still learning to use the camera, so I'm guessing a headshot is just the face on the frame, correct? That could work. Maybe something up close and another of the full body? I do like your dresses.

Fair enough. I make them as well.

Oh, I meant like our professional photos. Do you have any of those?

I’d rather take a picture just for you anyway.

It takes a few minutes for the next message to arrive. Jaskier is cursing at the ceiling, frustrated because this "industry" continues to fuck him up.

...no. I'm missing something here, aren't I?

Indeed, my idea was to take pictures specifically for each other. Any in particular you'd like to see?

A lot of performers get professional pictures done that they use for promotion or to send to casting agents.

Maybe you in that suit.

Thanks. I suppose I have another thing to look into.

He isn't sure he needs a casting agent - judging by the name, it sounds like something related to theater, and he isn't an actor. But it can't hurt to be ready.

The suit it is! If you take more than one, would you make it different dresses? I love seeing all your styles.

Oh you want a fashion show, huh?

Can you blame me when you make such a gorgeous model? I've been befriending people in art circles, you know. I bet they'd love to make paintings or sculptures out of you.

Oh, stop. That’s very flattering, but I don’t think I could model. I’m too short.

...for a painting? Are there some weird standards in this world that I'm not aware of? Usually men like being the "bigger protector".

Oh, I guess I was thinking of fashion modeling.

People probably don’t want to paint me either. Aren’t those models usually nude?

Those are for anatomy classes, although I don't deny some artists do like naked women on their final creations as well. But they are not all like that! It sounds to me like a trip to the museum is in order. You have so many in this city, it's marvelous! And I've been meaning to take Ciri.

I love the Met. I’d be happy to go with you and Ciri.

Then we have a plan for my return! Unless you have gigs later this week?

I do, but I’m sure we can plan around them.

I like spending time with you.

A mutual feeling, I assure you. Are you a native of this city? Will you be my guide through their loud and bright streets?

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