Jaskier clings to that kiss for a second, and pulling back is incredibly hard. He just wants to drag her to the couch and cuddle. He hadn't been kidding about how busy his days have become.
"I don't even know anymore," he answers with a chuckle when she asks about what. "Ah, but you expected them to get suspicious, right? And we're doing so well denying it by hiding in the kitchen. Alone." His tone is teasing, and before he can stop himself, he kisses her again. "Missed you."
“Yeah. Maybe not so subtle.” She can’t really bring herself to care. “I missed you too.” After another kiss, she extricates herself from his arms and starts to rinse the plates.
“We can use this time to come up with some topics that might lead to good conversation with my parents. You’re an intellectual.” Of sorts. “What are some topics that interest you?”
He whimpers when she leaves his arms, but he can't blame her. Gosh, the urge to kidnap her is getting stronger. After taking off his jacket, he rolls up his sleeves and grabs a towel to dry the dishes that she rinses.
It reminds him of dinners at home, and he realizes this is... kinda domestic. The thought hits him like a truck, and he almost panics. Thankfully, Midge has a topic of conversation, and it allows his mind to get distracted.
He chuckles when she calls him an intellectual. "There are many a topic I like, but I'm worried that if we get engaged in philosophical debate, it may turn into an argument. As intellectual debates often end up." He thinks about it for a second. "I'll ask him about the piano. Since I don't know the instrument well, yet, I can't get angry at what he says about it." Jaskier winks. "And he seemed to like the lute. What did you think of the song, anyway? It was one of Leah's requests."
Midge would probably allow herself to be kidnapped by him without much protest. She’ll come up with whatever excuses she has to.
“The piano’s a good topic,” she replies with a nod. “Do you know much about classical composers in this world? Honestly, if you don’t, you could just let Papa tell you about them, because he will.
The song you played was good. I guess Leah is going more traditional than I thought.”
"I've been listening to a few of them, I just haven't learned the details yet." He hums a bit of Ode to Joy. "That's actually an excellent idea - it's a topic I want to learn about anyway, so it's a win-win. Such a smart lady." He kisses Midge's cheek.
"I wouldn't call the party completely traditional. She asked for two specific songs for two specific moments. There's-- a dance in a circle? I forgot the name, but I swear I wrote it all down," he quickly adds. He doesn't want to seem like he isn't taking this seriously. "And another one for men dancing for the bride. Outside of those two, she wants regular music to dance to. Nothing dirty, however, so I won't be able to seduce you from the stage." He's teasing. "From what she told me, the actual ceremony will be more traditional, but I'll only be playing during the party. So I can sit with you and we can criticize all the suits together."
“Of course I am,” Midge says with a little smile. That settled, they can talk about the wedding for a bit.
“Hava Nagila,” she tells him. “I’m sure you’ll still try to seduce me from the stage. Most of the suits you’re going to see will be black. Probably 95%.” Midge hands him another plate. “Dark teal will stand out, but I think it would look very nice on you. It’ll bring out your eyes.”
"Yes! That's it." He hums a bit of Hava Nagila too. It's a catchy tune, he must admit.
"I like standing out, no need to sell it to me." Another wink. "I think it'd look amazing on you, too, but had to play nice in front of your mother. Although the beach connection wasn't a lie." Every plate she passes, he grabs without hesitation. Moving automatically helps not to think about it. "Teal it is then. Although I'll change for the stage. Sooo... the wedding is on Sunday and we get Saturday for ourselves? Did I get that right?"
“We’re invited to the rehearsal dinner on Saturday night,” Midge says, “but we’re free during the day. I thought we might go to the beach.” She grins at him. “I might be inspired to wear a bikini.”
Midge hasn’t worn a bikini since before she had kids.
"So beach clothes for the day and something for dinner. Got it."
He smiles and actually sounds excited about it. With him being on the stage most of the party, he won't have to deal with her family as much. "I've been dying to return to the coast, it's been--" His breath catches when he's hit by an extremely erotic mental image. Jaskier licks his lips as he glances at Midge. "My lady turns out to have a very sadistic side - how am I supposed to keep my hands off you in public?"
He gets lost in thought for a moment. "...I may be able to help with the suitcases. But it'll depend on how we're traveling there."
That wicked smile? That wink? Absolutely illegal. Jaskier can't help but lean in to steal a quick kiss. "You shouldn't be teasing me with your parents in the other room." Honestly, he wouldn't care about other people in the house if he got to fuck her, it wouldn't be the first and won't be the last. But he knows she's still keeping the secret. "Every beach has a private spot or hidden cave for lovers to hide in."
“By car?” Midge asks. “Unless you mean to use one of Yennefer’s portals.”
Driving him crazy is fun. “That’s true… and we probably need to go back to them soon.” Still, she bats her eyelashes at him and gives him an even longer kiss. “I guess I know what you’ll be doing at the beach.” Looking for hidden away spots where the two of them can fuck.
"By car with your parents?" He's trying to keep it neutral, but it's obvious he doesn't like that idea. "I could ask Yennefer for a portal, but that would be just for the two of us. I wouldn't mind a bus trip if we get to see some scenery."
He doesn't say it, but that would most likely be only for the two of them, too. Just cuddling on the seats for hours. But he isn't sure if she wants to travel with her parents or how weird it would be to arrive alone, since they're technically not a couple.
"Stop that," he says without meaning it at all and happily kissing her back. "I'll be swimming, and tanning under the warm sun with a good book." And fucking her, but omitting that part is more fun.
"There is a bus option; I've already checked. And Yennefer will open a portal for me if I ask. I just want to make sure first that I'm not forcing you away from your parents," he explains without meeting her eyes. "Because no matter how I feel, I won't get between you and them. I can go alone if needed." Since the band is arriving the next day and all.
He chuckles at that. "Am I not a very wholesome bloke?"
Midge shrugs. “My parents have each other. I’d hate for you to have to travel alone.” Her parents will probably be surprised that she’ll want to go on a bus, but she’ll come up with some reason why it’s easier that they do it this way.
She gives him an innocent look. “Very wholesome. I’ll make sure that all my skin is covered at the beach so that I won’t tempt your wholesomeness.”
"You're a sweetheart," he says with a big smile and kisses her cheek. "Well then, I have a product offer for you, but you must promise to keep it a secret because we don't know if we'll sell it to the general public yet. That includes your parents." His tone is very serious; he doesn't want his family to get harassed. "Yennefer can put a spell on one of your suitcases to make it bigger on the inside. You'll only need that one, even for the hats."
He nods as he chuckles again. "Of course, of course. Good girls must keep themselves covered, especially around those creepy uncles and cousins."
Midge gasps. “That sounds incredible. Magic is such a wonderful thing.” It really has benefited her to be friends with people who know magic, and Yennefer seems to be a master of it.
She puts her arms around his neck. “What about from cheeky bards?”
That cute gasp makes everything worth it. "Choose your favorite suitcase, old or new, and drop it at my house when you have the time. Maybe I can use that as an excuse for you to come over to cook. And remember-" He waves a finger at her. "Secret. No jokes about it. Talk about my cock all you want, and promote the potions, but not this."
Like portals, spells are something that tire Yennefer a lot. They can't have people bothering her about it.
Thank goodness he did the drying and his arms aren't wet, because they immediately go around her waist. "Those are the worst. Absolute cads, all of them. They'll corrupt you into oblivion."
He laughs and gets ready to answer, but then her mouth is on his and how can he say no to that? Jaskier pushes her against the edge of the sink and kisses her deeply, chasing her tongue with his. Gosh, he's really missed her.
She moans happily when Jaskier pushes her against the sink. After allowing herself to indulge in kissing him for a few moments, she gently pushes him back.
“Unfortunately, we have to go back out there,” she murmurs to him. “They’re going to come looking for us soon.”
A pathetic whimper escapes his lips when she pushes him back. The pout that appears shows what a brat he can be.
"You're a sadist. This confirms it. You like to torture innocent bards." He pulls away to fix his shirt sleeves and put his jacket back on. "What would've happened if you'd given me a hard-on?" He kisses her cheek. "Wish me luck."
Jaskier returns to the table but doesn't sit, asking Abe about the piano instead. Abe is happy to show it off so the men go to the studio, and Jaskier is happy to discover that he can keep up with the conversation pretty well. He even takes notes, which seems to please Abe too.
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“No,” she replies. “About what? I don’t think they hate you, Jaskier, though I’m sure they suspect that we’re more than friends.”
The two of them can’t hide their obvious affection for each other.
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"I don't even know anymore," he answers with a chuckle when she asks about what. "Ah, but you expected them to get suspicious, right? And we're doing so well denying it by hiding in the kitchen. Alone." His tone is teasing, and before he can stop himself, he kisses her again. "Missed you."
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“We can use this time to come up with some topics that might lead to good conversation with my parents. You’re an intellectual.” Of sorts. “What are some topics that interest you?”
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It reminds him of dinners at home, and he realizes this is... kinda domestic. The thought hits him like a truck, and he almost panics. Thankfully, Midge has a topic of conversation, and it allows his mind to get distracted.
He chuckles when she calls him an intellectual. "There are many a topic I like, but I'm worried that if we get engaged in philosophical debate, it may turn into an argument. As intellectual debates often end up." He thinks about it for a second. "I'll ask him about the piano. Since I don't know the instrument well, yet, I can't get angry at what he says about it." Jaskier winks. "And he seemed to like the lute. What did you think of the song, anyway? It was one of Leah's requests."
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“The piano’s a good topic,” she replies with a nod. “Do you know much about classical composers in this world? Honestly, if you don’t, you could just let Papa tell you about them, because he will.
The song you played was good. I guess Leah is going more traditional than I thought.”
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"I wouldn't call the party completely traditional. She asked for two specific songs for two specific moments. There's-- a dance in a circle? I forgot the name, but I swear I wrote it all down," he quickly adds. He doesn't want to seem like he isn't taking this seriously. "And another one for men dancing for the bride. Outside of those two, she wants regular music to dance to. Nothing dirty, however, so I won't be able to seduce you from the stage." He's teasing. "From what she told me, the actual ceremony will be more traditional, but I'll only be playing during the party. So I can sit with you and we can criticize all the suits together."
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“Hava Nagila,” she tells him. “I’m sure you’ll still try to seduce me from the stage. Most of the suits you’re going to see will be black. Probably 95%.” Midge hands him another plate. “Dark teal will stand out, but I think it would look very nice on you. It’ll bring out your eyes.”
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"I like standing out, no need to sell it to me." Another wink. "I think it'd look amazing on you, too, but had to play nice in front of your mother. Although the beach connection wasn't a lie." Every plate she passes, he grabs without hesitation. Moving automatically helps not to think about it. "Teal it is then. Although I'll change for the stage. Sooo... the wedding is on Sunday and we get Saturday for ourselves? Did I get that right?"
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Midge hasn’t worn a bikini since before she had kids.
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He smiles and actually sounds excited about it. With him being on the stage most of the party, he won't have to deal with her family as much. "I've been dying to return to the coast, it's been--" His breath catches when he's hit by an extremely erotic mental image. Jaskier licks his lips as he glances at Midge. "My lady turns out to have a very sadistic side - how am I supposed to keep my hands off you in public?"
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Her smile turns a touch wicked. “Maybe that’s the point.” She winks. “It won’t be a private beach, but we can cuddle if you want.”
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That wicked smile? That wink? Absolutely illegal. Jaskier can't help but lean in to steal a quick kiss. "You shouldn't be teasing me with your parents in the other room." Honestly, he wouldn't care about other people in the house if he got to fuck her, it wouldn't be the first and won't be the last. But he knows she's still keeping the secret. "Every beach has a private spot or hidden cave for lovers to hide in."
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Driving him crazy is fun. “That’s true… and we probably need to go back to them soon.” Still, she bats her eyelashes at him and gives him an even longer kiss. “I guess I know what you’ll be doing at the beach.” Looking for hidden away spots where the two of them can fuck.
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He doesn't say it, but that would most likely be only for the two of them, too. Just cuddling on the seats for hours. But he isn't sure if she wants to travel with her parents or how weird it would be to arrive alone, since they're technically not a couple.
"Stop that," he says without meaning it at all and happily kissing her back. "I'll be swimming, and tanning under the warm sun with a good book." And fucking her, but omitting that part is more fun.
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“I can see if the bus is an option.” Midge doesn’t mind arriving with him, since he’s her date. Everyone will see them together anyway.
“That’s it?” she asks innocently. “That sounds very wholesome, Jaskier.”
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He chuckles at that. "Am I not a very wholesome bloke?"
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She gives him an innocent look. “Very wholesome. I’ll make sure that all my skin is covered at the beach so that I won’t tempt your wholesomeness.”
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He nods as he chuckles again. "Of course, of course. Good girls must keep themselves covered, especially around those creepy uncles and cousins."
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She puts her arms around his neck. “What about from cheeky bards?”
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Like portals, spells are something that tire Yennefer a lot. They can't have people bothering her about it.
Thank goodness he did the drying and his arms aren't wet, because they immediately go around her waist. "Those are the worst. Absolute cads, all of them. They'll corrupt you into oblivion."
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She nods seriously. “It’s true. They’re just out for a good time and to corrupt innocent housewives into hot, steamy sex.”
Midge’s kiss is a bit less innocent this time, her mouth opening against his.
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“Unfortunately, we have to go back out there,” she murmurs to him. “They’re going to come looking for us soon.”
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"You're a sadist. This confirms it. You like to torture innocent bards." He pulls away to fix his shirt sleeves and put his jacket back on. "What would've happened if you'd given me a hard-on?" He kisses her cheek. "Wish me luck."
Jaskier returns to the table but doesn't sit, asking Abe about the piano instead. Abe is happy to show it off so the men go to the studio, and Jaskier is happy to discover that he can keep up with the conversation pretty well. He even takes notes, which seems to please Abe too.
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“He’s certainly…” Rose pauses while she tries to pick her word. “Colorful.”
“He is,” Midge replies. “He can be a bit selfish at times, but he’s really very sweet, Mama. He’s very fond of me.”
“Be careful,” Rose says. “I don’t want to see you get your heart broken for a second time.”
Midge laughs the warning off. “It’s not like that… we’re just friends.”
Rose hums at that. Even Midge can hear the lie in her own voice.
who could've guessed Rose and Geralt would give the same advice lol
they’re smart
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Midge should hear it all from her room lmao
yes
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I love how all of their texting eventually turns into sexting
tbf her having a libido to match his is what helps him consider monogamy
she feels like she could keep him satisfied
if she takes care of his needs, yes she can!
she will need to work up to it, but she will
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