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"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.

His reply is a simple hum of agreement. Of course he loves it.

Her moans are such beautiful music, and Jaskier is eager for more of them to caress his ears. He wraps his arms around her legs, fingers digging into her skin as his mouth closes around her clit. He sucks with the thirst of a man in the desert, letting his tongue flick it and lick it with gusto. The act itself is incredibly arousing for him, too, and his hips start to thrust into the couch.

“Oh, fuck…”

Midge’s eyes flutter closed for a second as she enjoys the sensation of his mouth. Her hips rock gently against his face, wanting more. After going without for so long, it won’t take Jaskier long to make her come.

“Your tongue is so good…” She gasps and moans. “That’s it… get me dripping wet for you.”

When she starts rocking against his face, he knows she's ready. But he keeps pleasuring her just a bit longer, always eager to spoil a lover and tremendously addicted to the taste of her cunt. He doesn't pull back until his lower face is completely wet with her arousal and his underwear feels too fucking tight.

Jaskier sits on his heels and guides Midge's hands to the front of his pants. "Want to do the honors, darling?"

He brings her up and up until Midge is about to orgasm, then pulls back. She whimpers in need and quickly unbuttons Jaskier’s pants. He looks even hotter than usual with his face covered in her juices like that.

Pants open, Midge pushes them down along with his underwear. “I took the potion,” she tells him breathlessly. Are they safe without a condom? Technically, they’ve already fucked without a condom.

Jaskier’s hard cock springs up and Midge wraps her fingers around it, stroking him to further hardness.

His eyes widen. "You did--?"

Before he can say more, Midge wraps her lovely fingers around his throbbing cock, and Jaskier lets out a very needy moan. He holds on to the back of the couch and thrusts into her hand, desperate for more.

"Midge... I want you..."

Her movements slow down when he becomes fully hard, and he sees that as his sign to continue. Jaskier captures her mouth in a needy kiss as he lowers his body on top of hers. His hand guides his aching cock to her entrance and he penetrates her slowly, keeping an eye out for any discomfort - he may've eaten her out, but this is still round one and they didn't do much foreplay. He mumbles a whimpering fuck under his breath, driven crazy by how tight and wet she's around him. Without the condom or the bathtub, he's feeling her all, and gods, he should've asked Yennefer for that damn potion sooner.

Once he's sure she's fine, all bets are off. It's clear they're both desperate for each other and they need to get it out of their system. Jaskier makes her wrap her legs around him for easier access and starts thrusting into her hard, panting and moaning her name right into her ear. She's always felt amazing, but without a condom, it's even better.

Midge moans in satisfaction when he pushes his hard cock inside of her. She’s wet enough that there is no pain. Without the condom, she can really feel him and the sensation is incredible.

At his urging, her legs move easily up over his hips. Midge arches her back, doing her best to meet each of his thrusts. It’s intense, and desperate, and just what she needs. Her hands dig into his hair.

“Jaskier…”

Her moaning his name is the sweetest music and it drives him crazy. His fingers dig into the skin of her thigh, needing to hold on as he picks up speed. Every moan of hers, every look, every drop of her arousal wetting his cock make his blood boil.

"Midge..." he moans back with his mouth still against her ear, his mouth clumsily trying to kiss the closest skin available. "Fuck, you're so good and wet for me. And raw. It's so fucking good. You're a dream, darling."

His free hand reaches between them, struggling to move off the skirt of her dress for a second before finally finding her clit to rub with the same desperation.

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