When her orgasm hits her, Jaskier raises his head - it's a pity to miss her breasts, but he wants to watch her come. It's a gorgeous sight.
"Forbidden pleasure courses through my veins, as I'm trapped in her grip of orgasmic chains."
It only takes Jaskier a few more thrusts to orgasm as well. He buries his cock as deep as possible and his fingers dig into her skin as he fills her up, moaning Miriam as an explosion of colors goes off in his head. His mind floats in pure bliss and he wishes he could keep it there forever - to worry about the world outside is too troublesome.
His whole body shivers as his orgasm ends and Jaskier collapses on top of her, his nose looking for her neck to nuzzle by pure instinct.
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Only Jaskier could rhyme while on the brink of orgasm. Midge is glad to be coming down while he finishes so that she can watch him. The way he pushes deep inside her and says her full name as he comes makes her heart swell for him. Maybe she’s reading things wrong, but it seems like he has to be growing feelings for her. The two of them are more than friends with benefits. Midge allows herself to think of what that would be like. It wouldn’t be easy, but she think she’d be very happy. She hopes he would be too.
As he comes down from his orgasm, Midge brushes his hair back off of his face and kisses him softly. The two of them are finally quiet, just basking in the afterglow for a moment.
After so many fantastical orgasms and a few emotional moments that included tears, it's easy for them to just let the afterglow melt their brains and fall asleep in each other's arms. Their bodies fit so perfectly against each other, Jaskier wishes he could nap like this every day.
Years on the road with Geralt have given him a pretty fucking good inner clock. Most of the time he sleeps in because he wants to, but the witcher has trained him to get his ass off the bed pretty fucking early if needed.
That's what he does today - it's still dark outside, but the stars are already disappearing. Midge is sleeping so peacefully that he almost doesn't want to wake her up, but he's a man on a mission. If Midge stirs when he gets off the bed, he'll just whisper something about the bathroom.
It's obviously a lie, because it takes him thirty minutes to come back.
"Midge," he grabs her shoulder to gently shake her. "Wake up, darling. I have a surprise for you."
When Midge opens her eyes, she'll discover that Jaskier has stolen pajamas and slippers from a closet, and he's wearing them with the robe. Jaskier puts down the other robe and a nightgown on the bed, clearly expecting Midge to change too.
Midge is sleeping so soundly after their physically and emotionally taxing night that she doesn’t stir when Jaskier gets out of bed. She wakes to him rubbing her shoulder.
“Mmm, what?” She smiles up at him when she hears his words. “You’re up early.” After stretching, Midge gets out of bed and kisses Jaskier’s mouth slowly, again and again. Waking up to him feels so wonderful. “Good morning.”
Gosh, how is he supposed to resist those lovely kisses? He can't, he just can't. He wishes they could've woken up together and lazily kiss each other the whole morning. But again: man on a mission.
"Don't-" Kiss. "Distract-" Kiss. "Midge! We don't have much time."
While she puts on the nightgown, he puts the slippers on her feet - it seems he isn't kidding about being in a hurry. The robe quickly follows, and once Jaskier is sure it's tightly tied around her, he takes Midge's hand and drags her to the elevator. If she tries to ask any questions during the ride, he silences her with a kiss.
The elevator drops them on the last floor, and there, it's just a short set of stairs to reach the roof. The surprise becomes apparent as soon as Jaskier opens the door: he's put down a duvet (don't worry, they can wash it!), a pile of pillows, two glasses, the leftover wine, his camera, and the box of dirty chocolates.
"Oh, good, it hasn't started yet," he says while looking at the sky. New York is eerily quiet at this hour. "Come on, princess. Let's get comfortable."
Before he puts the robe on her, Midge picks up Jaskier’s shirt from the previous evening and puts it on over the nightgown. It’s comfortable and it smells like him. Then, she’s unceremoniously dragged from the apartment.
“Where?—“ His kiss silences her and after a few more false starts, she gives up asking, even if it is nice to kiss him.
Midge takes in the scene on the roof and smiles at him. “What’s all this? Oh, chocolate and wine, breakfast of champions.”
They get comfortable on the pillows and duvet, Midge curling up next to him. “What are we waiting for?” She asks, her eyes filled with excitement and mischief.
Seeing her wear his shirt is doing things to him. Thank the gods the robe goes on top of it; otherwise, he would've forgotten about the mission. Although maybe they didn't need the robes after all, because cuddling like this is extremely warm. Or is that his heart warming up in his chest? Hard to tell.
When Midge tries to ruin the surprise again, Jaskier pushes a chocolate into her mouth and pecks her cheek. Thankfully, they don't have to wait much longer: soon, the sky is filling with colors that only an artist like Mother Nature herself could pull off.
After all, Midge said she never watched a sunrise.
Next time she hopes he’s wearing one of his ruffle sleeved bard shirts. He might not get it back.
She’s never watched a sunrise like this, that’s for sure.
The colors appear slowly and Midge gets comfortable next to Jaskier with her head on his shoulder and their legs intertwined. Hopefully nobody will find them up here.
"Sunrise, breaking / Is like a distant friend / Returning / From a long sojourn."
Jaskier rests his head on top of hers and wraps an arm around her waist, keeping her close so they can continue to share the warmth.
"Isn't it? You can't find colors like this on a paint palette." He remembers telling something similar to Geralt the first time he saw this over two decades ago. It's been so long, yet this kind of memory never fades. "I wish we could do this in the countryside. The birds sing to welcome the sun."
Midge always feels warm and safe whenever she and Jaskier cuddle. Her head fits perfectly underneath his chin. There’s no doubt in her mind that she’s falling in love with him. If that presents complications, she doesn’t want to think about them right now.
“We could,” she says. “A nice little getaway to the Catskills.”
She snorts at that. “So long as they don’t get sucked into a hair dryer,” she replies. “I wasn’t talking about Steiner though. Maybe we could rent a cabin someday.”
She might be getting ahead of herself. Even though she’s asked him to accompany her to Leah’s wedding, a weekend away sounds very much like something a couple would do.
Midge strokes her tongue against his, tasting both the chocolate and his mouth. One hand presses gently against his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her fingers.
"So I get a private place where I can keep you naked all day long?" he asks in a teasing tone. "I don't know if my cock can survive so many orgasms."
Jaskier doesn't mind the idea, actually, because her family wouldn't be there. He sees it as the same thing they're doing here, but in a different background.
He smiles against her mouth, resting his forehead against hers when they break the kiss. "What is your hand feeling?"
He laughs. "Oh, I do. I haven't had a full sex marathon in years. Do you know how many times you can fuck in one weekend?"
His answer makes him smile widely, and he kisses her cheek. "I am, yes. Being with you helps me forget about the outside world. It's all spark and affection."
“I don’t…” Midge would have to think back to how many times she had sex on her honeymoon. It was quite a few. “But I’m interested to find out.”
“Anything troubling you?” she asks as she continues to stroke his chest. Perhaps he means that she helps him to forget the world in general, not that he has anything specific that’s bothering him.
"We can add it to our to-do list, then. Like waking you up with my cock." He hasn't forgotten about that bit from last night.
Is anything bothering him? The fact that he has to make a decision about the damn wedding. The fact he keeps seeing signs in her that flatter him but also scare him and he shouldn't encourage.
But he isn't about to say that aloud. Instead, he shrugs.
"I wouldn't call it trouble, just... it's been a few months, but this world is still a lot to take in. I've always known what to do with my life, so having to find my footing again is... a lot." He kisses the corner of her mouth. "When I am with you, I can forget about that. It's just me, you, and your marvelous tits."
He raises an eyebrow. "As lovely as it sounds, you think you can wake up before me?" It's clearly a tease.
Jaskier laughs, which is more proof of how good she is at distracting him with humor, too. "Mmmh, they do. And your mouth too. Because of the jokes, obviously." He winks. "You also seem to like my tits." Her hands are always on his chest - not complaining, though.
“Oh, I’m sure I can surprise you.” A sly smile forms on her face.
“Of course. Just the jokes. Not what else I can do with my mouth.” So cheeky. Midge kisses him again. “Your tits are wonderful. I think you know you have a nice chest, Jaskier.”
For whatever reason, the chest hair really does it for her too.
She's so cute when she's being sly and cheeky. Jaskier keeps up the kiss for longer, as if he could taste her wittiness. "Do I? I had no idea." More teasing, lots of exaggeration. "You'll have to remind me more often. Rub it a lot so I don't forget." He winks and kisses her cheek. "Teasing aside, I do like it when you pet me. It's very relaxing."
“I’ve noticed. You like it when I stroke your hair, whether it’s hair here…” She pats his chest. “Or here.” Her hand moves up to his head to stroke her fingers through his locks. “I’ve never been with a man whose hair is this long.”
It’s not the current style, but it works for him with his bard persona.
He hums in delight when she starts stroking his hair, proving every word she just said. The mention of the length makes him chuckle. "It's relatively new, actually. I only started to grow it a few years ago. I needed a makeover."
During bad breakups and mid-life crises, obviously the answer is a haircut. Or the opposite, in this case. But the point stands.
"But most of my life I wore it short. Head hair, I mean. The rest of my body has always been fucking hairy." He grins. "And you like it."
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"Forbidden pleasure courses through my veins, as I'm trapped in her grip of orgasmic chains."
It only takes Jaskier a few more thrusts to orgasm as well. He buries his cock as deep as possible and his fingers dig into her skin as he fills her up, moaning Miriam as an explosion of colors goes off in his head. His mind floats in pure bliss and he wishes he could keep it there forever - to worry about the world outside is too troublesome.
His whole body shivers as his orgasm ends and Jaskier collapses on top of her, his nose looking for her neck to nuzzle by pure instinct.
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As he comes down from his orgasm, Midge brushes his hair back off of his face and kisses him softly. The two of them are finally quiet, just basking in the afterglow for a moment.
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Years on the road with Geralt have given him a pretty fucking good inner clock. Most of the time he sleeps in because he wants to, but the witcher has trained him to get his ass off the bed pretty fucking early if needed.
That's what he does today - it's still dark outside, but the stars are already disappearing. Midge is sleeping so peacefully that he almost doesn't want to wake her up, but he's a man on a mission. If Midge stirs when he gets off the bed, he'll just whisper something about the bathroom.
It's obviously a lie, because it takes him thirty minutes to come back.
"Midge," he grabs her shoulder to gently shake her. "Wake up, darling. I have a surprise for you."
When Midge opens her eyes, she'll discover that Jaskier has stolen pajamas and slippers from a closet, and he's wearing them with the robe. Jaskier puts down the other robe and a nightgown on the bed, clearly expecting Midge to change too.
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“Mmm, what?” She smiles up at him when she hears his words. “You’re up early.” After stretching, Midge gets out of bed and kisses Jaskier’s mouth slowly, again and again. Waking up to him feels so wonderful. “Good morning.”
Midge pulls the offered nightgown over her head.
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"Don't-" Kiss. "Distract-" Kiss. "Midge! We don't have much time."
While she puts on the nightgown, he puts the slippers on her feet - it seems he isn't kidding about being in a hurry. The robe quickly follows, and once Jaskier is sure it's tightly tied around her, he takes Midge's hand and drags her to the elevator. If she tries to ask any questions during the ride, he silences her with a kiss.
The elevator drops them on the last floor, and there, it's just a short set of stairs to reach the roof. The surprise becomes apparent as soon as Jaskier opens the door: he's put down a duvet (don't worry, they can wash it!), a pile of pillows, two glasses, the leftover wine, his camera, and the box of dirty chocolates.
"Oh, good, it hasn't started yet," he says while looking at the sky. New York is eerily quiet at this hour. "Come on, princess. Let's get comfortable."
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“Where?—“ His kiss silences her and after a few more false starts, she gives up asking, even if it is nice to kiss him.
Midge takes in the scene on the roof and smiles at him. “What’s all this? Oh, chocolate and wine, breakfast of champions.”
They get comfortable on the pillows and duvet, Midge curling up next to him. “What are we waiting for?” She asks, her eyes filled with excitement and mischief.
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When Midge tries to ruin the surprise again, Jaskier pushes a chocolate into her mouth and pecks her cheek. Thankfully, they don't have to wait much longer: soon, the sky is filling with colors that only an artist like Mother Nature herself could pull off.
After all, Midge said she never watched a sunrise.
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She’s never watched a sunrise like this, that’s for sure.
The colors appear slowly and Midge gets comfortable next to Jaskier with her head on his shoulder and their legs intertwined. Hopefully nobody will find them up here.
“That’s beautiful,” she whispers to him.
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Jaskier rests his head on top of hers and wraps an arm around her waist, keeping her close so they can continue to share the warmth.
"Isn't it? You can't find colors like this on a paint palette." He remembers telling something similar to Geralt the first time he saw this over two decades ago. It's been so long, yet this kind of memory never fades. "I wish we could do this in the countryside. The birds sing to welcome the sun."
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“We could,” she says. “A nice little getaway to the Catskills.”
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He then grabs a chocolate and puts it in his mouth before kissing her, letting the sweetness melt between their tongues.
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She might be getting ahead of herself. Even though she’s asked him to accompany her to Leah’s wedding, a weekend away sounds very much like something a couple would do.
Midge strokes her tongue against his, tasting both the chocolate and his mouth. One hand presses gently against his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her fingers.
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Jaskier doesn't mind the idea, actually, because her family wouldn't be there. He sees it as the same thing they're doing here, but in a different background.
He smiles against her mouth, resting his forehead against hers when they break the kiss. "What is your hand feeling?"
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Midge returns the smile, her nose brushing against his. “Your heartbeat,” she murmurs.
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He kisses her nose before capturing her mouth in another sweet, slow kiss. "And what does my heartbeat tell you?"
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She asks cheekily. “How many times can you fuck in one weekend?”
That’s probably what a weekend in the Catskills would turn into and you know what? Midge isn’t mad about it.
She’s silent for a moment, not wanting to blurt out something that he might recoil from.
“That you’re content… happy…”
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His answer makes him smile widely, and he kisses her cheek. "I am, yes. Being with you helps me forget about the outside world. It's all spark and affection."
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“Anything troubling you?” she asks as she continues to stroke his chest. Perhaps he means that she helps him to forget the world in general, not that he has anything specific that’s bothering him.
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Is anything bothering him? The fact that he has to make a decision about the damn wedding. The fact he keeps seeing signs in her that flatter him but also scare him and he shouldn't encourage.
But he isn't about to say that aloud. Instead, he shrugs.
"I wouldn't call it trouble, just... it's been a few months, but this world is still a lot to take in. I've always known what to do with my life, so having to find my footing again is... a lot." He kisses the corner of her mouth. "When I am with you, I can forget about that. It's just me, you, and your marvelous tits."
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“I understand,” Midge replies. This world is so different from the one that he came from. She would feel equally lost in his world.
“I’ll bet my tits do a lot to cheer you up.”
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Jaskier laughs, which is more proof of how good she is at distracting him with humor, too. "Mmmh, they do. And your mouth too. Because of the jokes, obviously." He winks. "You also seem to like my tits." Her hands are always on his chest - not complaining, though.
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“Of course. Just the jokes. Not what else I can do with my mouth.” So cheeky. Midge kisses him again. “Your tits are wonderful. I think you know you have a nice chest, Jaskier.”
For whatever reason, the chest hair really does it for her too.
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She's so cute when she's being sly and cheeky. Jaskier keeps up the kiss for longer, as if he could taste her wittiness. "Do I? I had no idea." More teasing, lots of exaggeration. "You'll have to remind me more often. Rub it a lot so I don't forget." He winks and kisses her cheek. "Teasing aside, I do like it when you pet me. It's very relaxing."
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It’s not the current style, but it works for him with his bard persona.
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During bad breakups and mid-life crises, obviously the answer is a haircut. Or the opposite, in this case. But the point stands.
"But most of my life I wore it short. Head hair, I mean. The rest of my body has always been fucking hairy." He grins. "And you like it."
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this is extra funny when you consider that book Jaskier is blond and curls his hair
hehehehe
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how about a nest of Harrisi (huge poisonous spiders) hiding in the walls
sounds good - I know nothing about Witcher monsters
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I love this already
I've been giggling since the texting started
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