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Midge has never considered herself a musician. She can’t carry a tune in a bucket, and her dancing leaves a lot to be desired. Playing music with Jaskier is fun though. Midge keeps playing her little tune over and over because any improvisation on her part will likely send the whole thing off the rails.

His rhyme makes her smile. Leaning over, she kisses his cheek.

The kiss transforms his soft smile into a wide grin and he leans in to kiss her properly.

"Thank you for that. It meant a lot." He rests his chin on her shoulder again and stares at the piano. "If I steal, do you think your friends will notice?"

Her heart flutters when he smiles at her like that, and she gladly returns the kiss. Even if he’s hesitant, there’s nobody that she wants by her side at Leah’s wedding more than Jaskier.

“Hmmm, probably…” she muses. “It kind of ties the room together.”

The top of Jaskier’s robe is gaping open and Midge uses it as an opportunity to pet his furry chest. She hasn’t been this attracted to a man in a while.

"We'll replace it with something. Like a pile of cats."

He hums in delight at the petting, always happy to enjoy this kind of affection, especially when it comes from her perfectly manicured nails. Seeing her on a musician's stool is definitely doing it for him, so his arm returns to her waist as he starts dropping open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

Sneaky fingers start making their way up, intending to grab her tits, but at that moment, the bell rings. Jaskier throws his head back and groans in frustration. "For fuck's sake!"

She sighs and closes her eyes when Jaskier starts kissing down her neck. His fingers move up her side, and Midge is just wondering how much time they might have before the delivery boy gets here when there’s a knock at the door.

She laughs playfully at Jaskier’s frustration. “You were the one who said you were hungry.” After another kiss, Midge gets up and goes to the door. She pays the delivery boy for the pizza and wine, then brings it into the kitchen.

“You’re insatiable, by the way,” she tells him.

"Oh sure, blame the guy who needs energy to get his cock running again." He's pouting, but he can't complain when she's kissing him like that.

Jaskier waits for her in the kitchen and takes the wine from her to uncork it - gotta pretend he's manly once in a while. As he pours for both of them, he snorts at her comment and raises his eyebrows.

"I am insatiable? When have you ever said no? Who cut our shopping trip short and texted me on a quiet Sunday afternoon?" His tone is teasing, it's obvious he doesn't mind at all. "You are the first woman who has ever matched my libido."

Midge smirks, knowing that she can’t dispute that, because it’s true.

“Maybe you bring it out in me,” she says as he hands her a glass of wine. “I guess Joel and I had a lot of sex too when we first got together. That was a long time ago though.”

Midge opens the box of pizza and puts a slice on each plate.

"Only at first, huh?" He shakes his head. Story as old as time. "Told you that you would eventually resent it."

He can't help but wonder if she likes him because he's exciting, new, and different, but when she finds a proper husband that can 'provide', she'll forget he even exists. That is also a story as old as time.

(In the past, those times didn't ache like this. This is too close to the Countess.)

Pushing those thoughts aside, he raises his glass for a toast. "To a life on the stage."

“I didn’t resent it,” she responds, wanting to make that clear. “Life gets busy with careers and kids and chores. We were still having sex right up to when he told me he was leaving me. It’s wasn’t like it used to be, of course.”

That’s a normal part of a relationship. Sex becomes less important as you start to settle in with the person. It’s hard to be with someone forever if all you have is sex. What do you do when you’re too old to have sex anymore.

She’d be hurt to know that he thinks she would forget all about him if she found someone more traditional to have a relationship with.

Midge clinks her wine glass against his. “To success.”

"I said eventually," he clarifies in return. "But thanks for reminding me why I don't want children."

Oh, that's a good one. Jaskier grins, always proud to see her so determined to have a bright career. "To success," he agrees with a nod and clinks back before taking a sip. He licks his lips when he's done. "Not bad at all. I still can't believe I get to drink wine and ale cold. It truly is a wonder."

He takes two bites of his slice in succession, showing he wasn't lying about being hungry. "By the way, I haven't forgotten about your brisket. I'm even more eager to try it after tasting your soup."

Not having children because they might get in the way of his sex life is… truly something. But, Midge supposes that it’s less selfish to not have children if you don’t want them. It’s irresponsible to have children and then not take care of them to the best of your ability.

It’s funny, she never felt like she had the option to not have children. It was just an inevitability.

“Refrigeration is a wonder,” Midge says, tapping the fridge, “especially these things. They’re relatively new.”

They sit down at the table, Midge taking a bite of the pizza and humming her approval. “I’m happy to make it for you. Maybe I could come to your house one night.”

Jaskier seems to be avoiding coming to hers, though Midge still thinks that a dinner with her parents before the wedding would be a good idea, if he agrees to come.

To be fair, it's not the only reason why he doesn't want children. But it definitely adds to the list.

Midge coming to his house? That leaves him thinking for a second. He's not opposed to it, it just feels... funny. The family is still figuring out many things related to having a normal, everyday life. Well, as normal as they'll ever be.

Jaskier munches on the pizza to cover up the pause.

"The idea of you feeding my family is actually very sweet," he finally says with a little smile. "I'll talk to them. I don't know where you fall under the 'rule'. Geralt and Yennefer have already met you, and they let you come to check on me. So that makes you my first guest there." Another sip of the wine. "The idea of the rule was to avoid exposing Ciri to a parade of different lovers. I didn't mind at all, I prefer to have somewhere where I don't have to keep it low anyway." He winks.

"But you, darling... you are a friend. So."

It's different. And yet he isn't bothered by the idea of her coming home - it doesn't feel as 'official' as her introducing him to her family. He guesses it's because Geralt and Yennefer won't drop expectations on them.

“Oh,” she says, “I hadn’t realized… I just thought that since I’d been there before…”

Midge hasn’t met Ciri yet though. She understands. The girl isn’t little, but she’s still a child. Not wanting to expose her to a lot of different people makes perfect sense.

She smiles. “I sure hope I’m a friend. Not sure if your family members like me or if I’m merely tolerable by comparison to other people you might be with.”

"Don't worry, you're right - you were there before. You've already been considered an exception. I'm just not sure if it was in general or only for sick day."

The rest of the comment makes him laugh, and he almost chokes on the pizza crust. "Both! The answer is both. They do like you, and you better be proud of that, because they don't like many people." He tilts his head with a grin, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That said, if you do come, I don't think I'll be allowed to let you stay the night. Or maybe I can convince them we'll only cuddle. So not getting distracted by my chest hair." Another wink.

“See? I’m exceptional.” Midge sips her wine.

“I wouldn’t expect to stay the night. It’s pretty clear that they don’t want you fucking in the house.” She knows that his illness wasn’t the only thing holding him back that morning. Midge rolls her eyes when he mentions his chest hair, as if she wasn’t petting him earlier, as if she’s not staring at it right now.

"Indeed you are."

She may roll her eyes, but Jaskier notices how she keeps staring down. Snickering, he opens the robe a little more before returning to his pizza.

"Eyes up here," he teases. "Pizza has been a delicious addition to my meals, but I must admit, it can get quite... messy." He then licks some sauce off his fingers, totally doing it on purpose.

“Oh, you think I’m staring at your tits?” Jaskier happens to have a very nice chest. His physique is excellent overall. Midge has zero complaints about his body.

She watches his tongue lick the sauce off his fingers and feels a jolt of want go through her body.

“You like to play with your food, don’t you?”

"Think? I know. It's alright, darling, I like looking at yours too." Besides, he loves being the center of attention. Midge is always good for his ego.

He pretends to think hard about her question while he finishes the slice. "Mmh, do I? I'm not a vampire. Last time I checked, you were my vampiress." He takes another sip of wine and lets a drop fall from the corner of his mouth, also on purpose.

"I do like playing with you, though. Seduction is an art, one I enjoy very much. Many a person think they have to stop trying once they get together with their crush, and I greatly disagree with that philosophy." This adds to his ideas of marriage and resentment, which he's watched through the years. "Seduction isn't merely the means to an end, it's a journey to be savored. Like good wine."

He then licks off that little drop very slowly.

“I do enjoy sucking the life out of you,” she confirms. Having a man’s dick in your mouth can make a woman feel powerful. There’s a lot of trust required for it, and men are usually absolute putty during it.

Midge finishes her piece of pizza and dares to get another one, though she thinks food is about to be the last thing on her mind.

“Married people can still seduce each other,” she says. “How do you plan to seduce me tonight, Jaskier?”

"Your mouth is very talented." And it's another way for her to be in charge, which Jaskier adores.

He can't help but snort at her comment. "They can, yes. But do they?" He keeps eye contact as he sips his wine. "Part of me doesn't want to share the details, should teach you to love the unexpected." He stands up and walks behind her. "But you like it when I talk." He lets a finger trace the line between her shoulders before he leans in to whisper in her ear. "You like it when I describe in great detail how hard I want to fuck the housewife out of you."

His hand reaches over her shoulder, and for a second, it appears to go down... but it actually grabs another slice of pizza before Jaskier returns to his seat to eat. He's grinning around the cheese, perfectly aware of what he's doing.

“Sometimes,” she replies. Marriage isn’t necessarily the death of interesting sex. It doesn’t have to be. But that’s a moot point, considering that she and Jaskier aren’t getting married.

“Yes, I do,” she says, her pulse ticking up just a little when he moves behind her. Her breath hitches at his words and she lets out a little ‘oh’. Then he’s teasing her again.

Two can play at this game.

Midge’s foot stretches out and her toes caress over his ankle and up his calf. “That’s one of my favorite scenarios for us to play out. Me, the curious housewife. You, the charming rake. Showing me what I’ve been missing.” Her toes keep going higher. “What do you plan to show me tonight? I love hearing exactly what you want to do to me.”

Jaskier throws his head back and laughs, delighted that Midge is joining the seduction game and amused by being called a rake. That's a new one, although he's been called many similar things.

Jaskier tries to keep it cool and takes another bite of his slice, but he doesn't hide the way those toes are making his body shiver.

"Is it truly a 'scenario'? Or just the truth?" He grabs a string of cheese and rolls it around his tongue before swallowing it. "I believe I've already shown you something most housewives haven't seen earlier." He lets his free hand fall on her ankle, caressing it lightly. "How did that feel, by the way? Erotic, yes, you said as much. But what else, Miriam? Did it feel powerful? Dirty? Forbidden?"

“There’s a lot of truth to it, though we have played it up in the past.” It arouses her, all the new things that they’re doing. It’s part of why she said yes to him in the first place. Midge wanted to experience heightened pleasure, and he’s given her that tenfold.

“You certainly did.” Her toes move over his knee and start to creep up his inner thigh. “It felt very forbidden, but watching you turned me on so much. You looked like you were in ecstasy.”

"I was," he replies, but something else she said has caught his attention. "Playing it up, huh?"

Jaskier squints his eyes at her, an idea forming in his head. His hand grabs her ankle, stopping it before it goes any farther. There's some things to consider, which he does while finishing his slice - cheating is probably not a subject he can joke about. Mmh.

He takes a good moment to plan things in his head, always keeping eye contact with her while he eats. When he senses she's about to speak again, he finally says something.

"Princess Miriam," he says before lifting her leg to kiss her ankle. "Are you sure? Your parents could come back any minute. If the king were to discover I'm taking your flower, you may lose your right to the throne. And I may lose my head."

In all fairness, playing a cheating role play where she’s a frustrated housewife doesn’t bother her that much, even if it’s very close to reality. The difference is that neither of them are actually cheating on anyone.

Does that make sense? Maybe not.

This role play piques Midge’s interests as well though. She gives him a small smile before slipping into character.

“Jaskier, I’ve wanted you ever since you became my father’s bard. You’re the only one that I want to take my flower, before father marries me off to some horrible lord.”

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