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She raises an eyebrow at Jaskier. “Well, trust me when I say that a lot of women will be very interested in these, if I don’t use them all myself.”

Midge takes the bag from Jaskier, then gives him a gentle kiss. “I will. I’ll see you on Wednesday night? You can always meet me at the apartment if you don’t want to come to my gig.” She won’t be offended.

“Thank you,” she tells both Jaskier and Yennefer. “If you really want to market something, it should be this thing.” Midge points to the portal. “With how traffic is in the city, people would pay good money to get somewhere in an instant.”

With that, she goes through.

He knows women would love something like this, that's why they've chosen it as one of their main products to market. But he doesn't have time to express that thought - Midge says she may use them all herself, and Jaskier's breath catches. Is it a joke or...?

"I won't miss it for the world."

Marketing portals would be impossible even if they wanted to, but Midge is already gone so Yennefer saves the explanation for when they finally go out on their girls' date.

Jaskier knows he has to give her time, and dealing with family (especially hers!) can't be easy. But he's worried about the consequences of this little escapade. He doesn't regret it, but he'll still feel bad if shit goes down.

Only an hour and a half passes before he texts her. How did it go?

She wasn’t joking, though maybe these potions don’t work like the pill she’s heard about. Her understanding is that you have to take them every day or they don’t work. Maybe the potions are different.

When Jaskier texts her, she’s walking to the grocery store to pick up a few things. She stops to reply.

Not as badly as I thought it would. They were concerned and weren’t exactly sure why I went to see you. I said I needed some space and that I also wanted to make sure that you were feeling better. They would prefer if I don’t make a habit of it and that I leave a note next time.

The potions are indeed different! The label explains that one sip a week is enough. Isn't magic great?

The reply takes a little longer to arrive - Jaskie is in shock. She told them she went to his place? Holy crap. He thought she would tell them she went for a walk to clear her mind or to a bar. It's touching to see her be open about their friendship, and his little crush giggles like a schoolgirl. The rational part of him, however, knows that a woman sneaking into a man's room in the middle of the night is going to bring assumptions. He wonders what her parents think of him now, which makes him more wary about the wedding.

I'd make a joke about them ruining my future kidnapping plans, but honestly - I'm just relieved to hear it went well. I'm not about to regret anything (except the lack of note), but no matter how much they may irritate me, I wouldn't want to get between you and your parents either. I can see how much they mean to you. Are you feeling well? They didn't leave you too shaken, did they?

Maybe she shouldn’t have been so honest, but she’s tired of making up stories. Midge won’t be telling them about she and Jaskier’s rendezvous at the apartment, but she thought she could manage with this. It’s made them want to meet Jaskier, probably because they can tell that something is going on, but she’s going to put that off as long as she can. Hopefully, he’ll agree to come with her to Leah’s wedding.

It won’t ruin anything. I’m trying to set some boundaries with them. We’re all fine. I’m sure they suspect that we’re together, as they want to meet you, but don’t worry. I’ll hold them off as long as we need to.

...they want to meet him. Fuck. There's no way that fucking wedding can go well, but he's not about to bring that up when she just went through that awful night.

Boundaries are great - I'm proud of you, my dear lady. I'll see you on Wednesday, then?

Not his smoothest exit from a conversation, but the subject is getting on his nerves. This is going down a dangerous path, and yet he can't bring himself to pull out. He rants to Geralt about it, and his friend says that Jaskier knows what the right thing to do is.

He's weak, though. He just can't. Things haven't blown up yet; is it so bad to hold on to hope? They text a few more times during the week, because chatting with her is always delightful, but the subject of the wedding doesn't come up. The elephant in the room is clear, though.

On Wednesday, Jaskier shows up at the club wearing a dark green suit that he's purchased himself, in honor of how much she liked Yennefer's dress. He's brought his lute and his satchel as usual, but no flowers - he doesn't want to give her parents another excuse to talk. This time, the gift is smaller (hideable!) and waiting in his bag.

That was a quick exit, and Midge wonders if she’s done something wrong. He seems absolutely terrified of meeting her parents. Maybe it’s just what that implies. Perhaps he’s panicking. Midge doesn’t want him to panic though. She can tell them no. As difficult as it may be, she has a right to some privacy.

They speak a few times during the week, but Midge doesn’t bring up the wedding. She doesn’t want to push him. It seems difficult to find a balance with him lately. Perhaps they’ll talk when she sees him next (between rounds of sex).

The one thing she knows they’re in sync with is sex, and Midge is very happy to see him at her gig on Wednesday. She kills her set, then meets him in the club afterwards. “You look incredible,” she murmurs to him after kissing his cheek. She’s wearing a rich purple dress that unintentionally compliments his suit. “We could have a drink, or we could get out of here…”

Yes, she’s horny for him. No sense in beating around the bush.

"Takes one to know one," he replies as his eyes admire her body from head to toes.

Midge looks gorgeous in that dress, and Jaskier can already feel his own body reacting to her. It's a bit surprising, to be honest. He's always been a horny bastard, but this is strong - and it's not like he hasn't slept with anyone since he recovered, because he has. A week without orgasms had to be taken here of. And yet, here he is, hungry for their spark.

"We're so getting out of here," he replies as he licks his lip. "But first..."

He grabs her wrist and pulls to make her sit on his lap. Then he hands his camera to a waiter for a picture, making sure to tip her well. Once the photo is bright and clear in his hand, he grins at Midge.

"Now yes. Shall we?"

It’s saucy, sitting on his lap in public, but Midge finds that she doesn’t care. She wraps her arms around him and leans in close, mugging for the camera a bit.

“We shall,” she replies, taking his arm.

The pick up her coat, hat and purse and leave the club. “Did you take any pictures during my set?”

Susie wasn’t there tonight, so Jaskier didn’t have to worry about her trying to stop him from taking photos.

"No, I didn't think of it," he explains as he uses the excuse of their linked arms to keep her close. He can already feel the warmth of her body. "I was too distracted by your jokes. And by how amazing your tits look in that dress."

As soon as they step out, Jaskier stops a cab. He loves walking and chatting with her, but tonight he's desperate to just lose himself in their fucking and stop thinking so much about where this relationship is going.

He makes sure their legs are brushing when they sit, and he uses the chance to take out his gift for her. "I know flowers are the traditional gift after a performance, but I wanted to do something different." The real reason is that he doesn't want another gift that her parents will notice, but details. He hands her a small box of chocolates and the label says they're filled with liquor.

Most importantly, when Midge opens the box, she'll discover that the chocolates are shaped as boobs, dicks, and tits.

“They’re pretty great, aren’t they?” Midge asks. “My jokes, I mean.” Sassy.

She’s surprised that he wants to take a cab, but she goes along with it, sitting close to him in the backseat.

“Another gift? What have I done to deserve all this?” Opening the package, she ooohs at him. “Liquor filled chocolates are the best of both worlds. Want one?”

When she opens the box, Midge stares at the shapes of the chocolates inside. “Are those…?” Immediately, she starts cracking up. “Where did you get these?”

"Oh yes," he says very dramatically. He loves it when she gets sassy. "Your jokes are great too."

Jaskier casually shrugs when she asks if he wants one, leaving it vague on purpose in case she doesn't want to take the chocolates out in the cab. He grins in excitement when she does open the box, and laughs along, delighted by her reaction.

"There's a store that will make any shape you want for the occasion. Like pacifiers for a baby shower. I take it my lady likes them?" He winks. Obviously she does, but he likes it when she praises him. Sue him.

“I do.” She takes out one of the penis-shaped chocolates and pops it in her mouth. “Delicious. I guess we’ll need to finish these tonight?”

Or she’ll have to hide them in her bedroom when she gets home.

Jaskier smirks at her choice and reaches into the box to steal a pair of tits (that sure is a sentence). He gives them a lick before pushing them into his mouth.

"They're yours to do as you please." He leans in to whisper in her ear, "as am I."

A shiver runs down her spine and Midge turns her head to capture Jaskier’s mouth in a chocolatey, alcoholic kiss.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” she murmurs to him. “I missed you.”

Not just the sex, but his company. The last time they met like this, it was wonderful. It ended on a sour note, but hopefully that won’t be the case this time.

Jaskier has always been shameless, but he doesn't expect Midge to be the one starting a kiss in the cab. Maybe he is corrupting her after all. His hand falls on her thigh as he kisses her back, humming in delight.

"I've missed you, too."

Before they can forget where they are and let things escalate, the cab makes it to their destination, and the driver is clearly relieved to get rid of them. Jaskier puts his arm around Midge's back as they make their way into the building, and as soon as the elevator doors close, his hand drops to squeeze her arse.

"Kissing me so needily on the back of the cab," he whispers against her ear. "My witty lady is in a daring mood tonight."

It’s just a little kiss. Midge isn’t trying to start anything in the cab, nor is she trying to make the driver uncomfortable, but maybe she got a bit carried away. At least they’re at the apartment now.

She gives a little yelp when Jaskier grabs her ass. “Just showing you how much I missed you, my sweet bard.” Reaching back, she gently cups his penis.

Jaskier gasps and quickly follows it with laughter. She's definitely very daring tonight, and he's loving it. He wraps his arms around her, bringing her close to kiss her again. He barely gets started when the elevator reaches their floor and the doors open.

"Unfair, I was having fun." He isn't coming out. "What if I push that big red button and fuck you here?"

She grins and laughs with him before turning around to kiss him as the elevator takes them up to the third floor.

“I don’t think my claustrophobia would like that very much,” Midge replies before taking his hand. “There’s much more room in the apartment. Remember how big the bed is?”

"But the bed is so far awaaaaaaaaay..." The whining tone is exaggerated and dramatic, making sure she knows he's teasing.

Jaskier follows her into the apartment, and as soon as she locks the door, he pushes her against it and captures her mouth in a kiss. It's rough, needy, desperate - his body has missed her curves, his heart has missed their shared spark, his mind wants to get lost in mindless fucking and stop thinking. He only breaks the kiss to drop his satchel on the floor and put down his lute on top of it - the only thing he does slowly and gently, because his instrument is sacred.

Then it's back to kissing her- not, devouring her. His tongue searches for hers and his hungry lips smear her lipstick all over both their mouths. Calloused hands fall on Midge's thighs to raise her, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist. Now he can grind against her, his cock slowly waking up in his pants.

It’s always amusing to her how he treats his lute with such care. She doesn’t blame him, of course, but he could be in the middle of a hurricane and his lute will still get laid down gently, like a baby.

Midge doesn’t have too long to contemplate this because soon she’s up against the door with his hands in her hair and his mouth on hers. She kisses him hungrily, then wraps her legs around his waist, her skirt hiking up. No sexy lingerie seduction tonight. Both of them are starving for each other.

“Fuck,” she gasps in between kisses. “I’ve missed your cock, my sweet bard.” She can feel him growing hard against her.

"Good," he replies with a husky voice. "Because I'm going to fuck you so many times tonight, you'll still be feeling my cock in you while you're on stage."

While kissing her again, he carries her to the living room, dropping both their jackets along the way. Her hat has already fallen, which makes him feel very smug. Without much warning, he drops Midge on the couch and takes off her shoes before doing the same with his own. He takes off his belt and his vest, too, but he leaves his tie on for her to grab if she wishes.

Now that the annoying layers are off, Jaskier climbs between her legs to resume the kiss, the tent in his pants quite obvious. Once again, calloused hands wrap her legs around him so he can grind against her - is she already wet, he wonders. Will it leave a stain on his pants? He doesn't care - no, scratch that, he does care, but only by finding it terribly arousing. Once he's tasted every inch of her mouth, he drops a trail of kisses down her neck until he reaches her cleavage and just buries his face in it.

“Yeah?” She grins. “You want me to feel it and think about you while I’m up there?”

Midge does grab at his tie so that she can pull him in for another hungry kiss. A soft moan leaves her mouth at the sensation of grinding against his cock. She’s not drenched yet, but she’s getting there. While Jaskier concentrates on her breasts, Midge reaches down and adjusts herself so that she can get her panties off. Once they’re tossed on the floor, she digs both of her hands into Jaskier’s hair, tugging gently at it.

A glint appears in Jaskier's eyes as she gets her panties off, and he grins against her breasts.

"Always so eager for me. Madenning."

He nibbles on a tit before going down, disappearing under her skirt. She's not drenched yet, no, and it's his job to do so. There's no foreplay on her thighs, not this time - they need a good orgasm to burn this need off. Jaskier wraps her legs around his head and neck before diving in, taking her into his mouth with the same desperation he used to kiss her.

“You love it.”

Midge lets out a moan when Jaskier presses his mouth against her cunt. She spreads her thighs eagerly and pulls up her dress so that she can watch him between her legs. Just seeing him down there makes the honey start to pool between her folds. Her fingers stay tangled in his hair, gently guiding his tongue where she wants it.

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