She nods, knowing that it will be rocky between Jaskier and her family. All she can hope for is that with time, they will all come to be able to at least tolerate each other.
“That’s fair. That’s all I ask for. You can make fun of religion a little. I make fun of it. No religion is perfect. Jews will be the first people to tell you that.”
They stop in the sand, Midge looking up into his eyes with a bright sparkle in hers and a tiny smile on her lips.
“Is that all of our terms? I mean, other than the fact that I expect you to lavish me with gifts, but that’s just a given.” She’s teasing. Or is she? “How should we seal this pact, my darling bard?”
Is that all of their terms? Jaskier stops to think about that for a second while laughing about the gift comment.
"I do like taking care of you, to be fair." He drops the boots so he can gently grab her hand in both of his.
"I just... want you to review everything we just discussed one last time in your mind. Because I was already terrified to do this, and you saying yes to everything so easily has me on the fucking edge." His tone isn't aggressive, more like nervous. "I live my life day by day. I don't plan much. I can't promise marriage at all, and living together may be possible yet far in the future. Like I said, we have careers to figure out. I will be there for you at 3 am when Joel is being an arshole, but I also may wake up tomorrow and leave for a week with Geralt. Or mayhaps I didn't hear your text because I'm sleeping at noon after drinking late with the band. I like fucking off when I feel like it, so I may miss something."
They haven't discussed Geralt, he realizes now. And hey, after the shit the Countess gave him for it, Jaskier isn't complaining. It's just strange how this world has a different perception of many things.
"Independence and freedom. That's what I'm about, and I expect you to have those things too. So..." He smiles more widely now. "Review the list. And if you truly don't mind at all, then-- you've earned yourself a boyfriend, my witty lady."
“All I ask is that if you fuck off, you tell me so I don’t worry about you. Communication is important in relationships. I want you to talk to me about anything.”
She thinks she can live with those terms. Maybe it will be too much ‘freedom’ for her to be comfortable, but only time will tell. Midge is willing to give this a try, because she’s miserable without him in her life.
“I don’t mind your terms, because I love you, Jaskier.” It feels so good to be able to say it to him out loud and not worry that he’ll freak out and run away. To seal their deal, Midge presses her lips to his, kissing him deeply.
Now presenting Miriam, the Viscountess de Lettenhove!
"That's fair. I'll let you know when I leave. But please keep in mind what I said about muting the device during hunts."
He gasps when she says she loves him - even if he technically knew, he wasn't expecting it so soon. Before he can answer, Midge is kissing him. Well then, don't mind if he does! He wraps his arms around her and kisses her back hungrily, pressing her body against his.
Where she belongs.
His whole body is on fire, and he only breaks it when a passerby yells at them. Jaskier gives him the finger - a gesture he's learned here. He still prefers to use his words, but he can't deny how useful the gesture can be for moments like this, where he only has eyes and words for the woman in his arms.
"I love you too," he finally confesses while rubbing his nose against hers. "Fuck, I missed you so much. Last week has been hell. I hope I didn't get you in too much trouble with your family. Or Leah." Another little gasp. "Pleae tell me we can get one room at the wedding without your father getting a heart attack."
She laughs when he gives that person the finger. Somehow, that seems like the perfect start to this relationship. Midge feels giddy, not wanting to ever let Jaskier go again. Hearing him tell her that he loves her makes her feel like she’s going to fly off into the clouds.
“I missed you too. I always want you in my life,” she says. “My parents knew we had a fight, though I didn’t tell Leah.” She and her cousin aren’t close. “We will have a room together at the wedding because we’re going together as a couple. Are you ready to cause a sensation?”
Midge knows they will, but she doesn’t care. If they’re going to do this, they’re diving in head first.
It is indeed the perfect way to start their relationship because Midge's laughing, and Jaskier loves making her happy like this. Her laughter is the sweetest music.
"You have me, dear." He won't say always. He won't make promises he isn't sure he can keep. But he plans to make her happy for as long as possible.
'A fight' is vague enough, he hopes, for her parents not to give him too much crap or feel too smug. It's not unusual for two people to have a fight; it happens.
"Oh, sweetheart, you know I'm always ready to scandalize a bunch of geezers," Jaskier replies with a grin so wide it could split his face. "I'm going to throw you in the sea and kiss the salt off your tongue while your cousins watch. Hopefully, they get some inspiration for their marriages."
She giggles. Midge is actually looking forward to the wedding now.
“The only place I want you to throw me right now is a bed,” she says before kissing him again. “Do you think you can behave yourself until we get to the apartment?”
It’s a long ride back, but they’ll be assured complete privacy there. Surely Jaskier is as horny for her as she is for him.
"You can't ask me to behave when you keep kissing me like that," he teases her. Indeed, he's pretty fucking horny right now. He kisses her again as he picks her up by her waist, doing a whirl while laughing against her lovely mouth.
When he puts her down, he's in a different spot from where he started, and he has a perfect view of the fair. His eyes widen as he gets an idea.
"Before we leave..." He points at the Ferris Wheel. "What do you think? Just one ride. To start this with a mini-date - I need to make up for my lousy first confession with some romance."
"Aww, where is the fun in that?" He's pouting, but he changes it to a big smile when she laces their fingers together. He raises their hands to kiss her knuckles before dropping them again so they can start making their way back.
A nod. "Shortly after we arrived, we were really curious about all the machines, so the family did a little trip. It was scary as fuck but also lots of fun. Ciri and I managed to get a gondola of our own so Geralt and Yennefer could be alone. It was very sweet. And the view! I've been on the coast all my life, Midge, but I never got to see it like that. It was amazing." A chuckle. "Geralt won prizes for everyone, too. The game masters weren't very happy with him."
“Clearly they’ve never encountered a Witcher before.”
It’s been a while since Midge has been to Coney Island, but to her it will always be the magical place of her youth. They buy tickets for the Wonder Wheel, then Midge is distracted by one of the other stands.
“Ever had cotton candy?” she asks Jaskier, pointing to the man behind the counter who is producing pink puffy clouds of sugar on a stick.
Remembering that Midge wants to be showered with gifts, Jaskier goes ahead and buys cotton candy for her. Pink, to match her taste. He's laughing during the whole process.
"Sugar wasn't this plentiful at home. And here you people are, making whole clouds of them!" He lets her hold the cotton candy but still takes a bite for himself. "Chocolate is my favorite culinary discovery in this world. Oh, and ice cream. So make it chocolate ice cream for the best combination." While waiting in line for the wheel, he puts an arm around her waist and whispers in her ear. "I've heard some people pour the chocolate syrup on their lovers."
“Thank you, darling,” she says. “I figured we could share it.” Midge pulls off a piece of it and holds it up for Jaskier to eat out of her fingers.
“Chocolate is fantastic,” Midge agrees. A sly smile crosses her face at his chocolate syrup suggestion. “We can try that, so long as it doesn’t get stuck in all that chest hair of yours.”
Having him lick her fingers is exactly what she was hoping for. She’ll keep on feeding him in that case.
“Oh, so you want to pour chocolate syrup on my magnificent tits?” The couple in front of them seem disgruntled. Because she doesn’t want to get kicked out of the park (and because she likes doing it anyway), Midge puts her lips to Jaskier’s ear and whispers to him. “Are you going to lick off every bit of it? Suck on my nipples until they’re hard?”
His body shivers in anticipation when she whispers against his ear. Fuck, he's missed her so much. The arm around her waist tightens as he answers.
"Oh, yes, I have to give them the attention they deserve. Something like--" When Midge feeds him again, Jaskier actually captures her fingers in his mouth and sucks them properly. The only thing stopping him from making yummy noises is hearing some kids joining the line behind them. He lets go of her hand then. "If they ask, we'll tell them you're my pacifier."
They're finally allowed to get in and Jaskier doesn't waste time: he sits against the window and pulls at Midge's hand to sit her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her.
“Very,” she replies with a grin, stroking her fingers through his hair. Leaning in, she gives him a soft kiss. “I missed you so much.”
The gondola starts to rise in the air and Midge rests her head against Jaskier’s shoulder. It feels so good to be in his arms again. “You can see Manhattan when we get to the top.”
"I missed you, too, dear." He kisses her back before showering her face with little pecks, looking for those giggles he likes so much.
The view is absolutely fantastic, although Jaskier is concentrating on the sea. He turns toward the city when Midge mentions it, and he remembers a song from the radio.
"♫ I wanna wake up in that city / That doesn't sleep / And find I'm king of the hill / Top of the heap ♫"
He continues to sing New York New York as the wheel goes up, letting a hand sneak under Midge's skirt to casually stroke her leg. When they reach the top, he kisses her cheek and whispers in her ear. "I love you."
Hopefully this compensates for his shitty first confession.
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“That’s fair. That’s all I ask for. You can make fun of religion a little. I make fun of it. No religion is perfect. Jews will be the first people to tell you that.”
They stop in the sand, Midge looking up into his eyes with a bright sparkle in hers and a tiny smile on her lips.
“Is that all of our terms? I mean, other than the fact that I expect you to lavish me with gifts, but that’s just a given.” She’s teasing. Or is she? “How should we seal this pact, my darling bard?”
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"I do like taking care of you, to be fair." He drops the boots so he can gently grab her hand in both of his.
"I just... want you to review everything we just discussed one last time in your mind. Because I was already terrified to do this, and you saying yes to everything so easily has me on the fucking edge." His tone isn't aggressive, more like nervous. "I live my life day by day. I don't plan much. I can't promise marriage at all, and living together may be possible yet far in the future. Like I said, we have careers to figure out. I will be there for you at 3 am when Joel is being an arshole, but I also may wake up tomorrow and leave for a week with Geralt. Or mayhaps I didn't hear your text because I'm sleeping at noon after drinking late with the band. I like fucking off when I feel like it, so I may miss something."
They haven't discussed Geralt, he realizes now. And hey, after the shit the Countess gave him for it, Jaskier isn't complaining. It's just strange how this world has a different perception of many things.
"Independence and freedom. That's what I'm about, and I expect you to have those things too. So..." He smiles more widely now. "Review the list. And if you truly don't mind at all, then-- you've earned yourself a boyfriend, my witty lady."
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She thinks she can live with those terms. Maybe it will be too much ‘freedom’ for her to be comfortable, but only time will tell. Midge is willing to give this a try, because she’s miserable without him in her life.
“I don’t mind your terms, because I love you, Jaskier.” It feels so good to be able to say it to him out loud and not worry that he’ll freak out and run away. To seal their deal, Midge presses her lips to his, kissing him deeply.
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He gasps when she says she loves him - even if he technically knew, he wasn't expecting it so soon. Before he can answer, Midge is kissing him. Well then, don't mind if he does! He wraps his arms around her and kisses her back hungrily, pressing her body against his.
Where she belongs.
His whole body is on fire, and he only breaks it when a passerby yells at them. Jaskier gives him the finger - a gesture he's learned here. He still prefers to use his words, but he can't deny how useful the gesture can be for moments like this, where he only has eyes and words for the woman in his arms.
"I love you too," he finally confesses while rubbing his nose against hers. "Fuck, I missed you so much. Last week has been hell. I hope I didn't get you in too much trouble with your family. Or Leah." Another little gasp. "Pleae tell me we can get one room at the wedding without your father getting a heart attack."
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“I missed you too. I always want you in my life,” she says. “My parents knew we had a fight, though I didn’t tell Leah.” She and her cousin aren’t close. “We will have a room together at the wedding because we’re going together as a couple. Are you ready to cause a sensation?”
Midge knows they will, but she doesn’t care. If they’re going to do this, they’re diving in head first.
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"You have me, dear." He won't say always. He won't make promises he isn't sure he can keep. But he plans to make her happy for as long as possible.
'A fight' is vague enough, he hopes, for her parents not to give him too much crap or feel too smug. It's not unusual for two people to have a fight; it happens.
"Oh, sweetheart, you know I'm always ready to scandalize a bunch of geezers," Jaskier replies with a grin so wide it could split his face. "I'm going to throw you in the sea and kiss the salt off your tongue while your cousins watch. Hopefully, they get some inspiration for their marriages."
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“The only place I want you to throw me right now is a bed,” she says before kissing him again. “Do you think you can behave yourself until we get to the apartment?”
It’s a long ride back, but they’ll be assured complete privacy there. Surely Jaskier is as horny for her as she is for him.
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When he puts her down, he's in a different spot from where he started, and he has a perfect view of the fair. His eyes widen as he gets an idea.
"Before we leave..." He points at the Ferris Wheel. "What do you think? Just one ride. To start this with a mini-date - I need to make up for my lousy first confession with some romance."
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“Alright,” she says, “but you’re going to have to be a gentleman on the ride and keep your hands to yourself.”
Midge slips her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as they walk back up the sand to the boardwalk.
“Ever been on a ride like this?” she asks.
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A nod. "Shortly after we arrived, we were really curious about all the machines, so the family did a little trip. It was scary as fuck but also lots of fun. Ciri and I managed to get a gondola of our own so Geralt and Yennefer could be alone. It was very sweet. And the view! I've been on the coast all my life, Midge, but I never got to see it like that. It was amazing." A chuckle. "Geralt won prizes for everyone, too. The game masters weren't very happy with him."
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It’s been a while since Midge has been to Coney Island, but to her it will always be the magical place of her youth. They buy tickets for the Wonder Wheel, then Midge is distracted by one of the other stands.
“Ever had cotton candy?” she asks Jaskier, pointing to the man behind the counter who is producing pink puffy clouds of sugar on a stick.
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"Sugar wasn't this plentiful at home. And here you people are, making whole clouds of them!" He lets her hold the cotton candy but still takes a bite for himself. "Chocolate is my favorite culinary discovery in this world. Oh, and ice cream. So make it chocolate ice cream for the best combination." While waiting in line for the wheel, he puts an arm around her waist and whispers in her ear. "I've heard some people pour the chocolate syrup on their lovers."
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“Chocolate is fantastic,” Midge agrees. A sly smile crosses her face at his chocolate syrup suggestion. “We can try that, so long as it doesn’t get stuck in all that chest hair of yours.”
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"On my chest?" he asks with raised eyebrows, but he's grinning, obviously playing along. "Remind me who has the magnificent tits here?"
The couple in front of them hears him and makes some scandalized noises. Jaskier just chuckles.
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“Oh, so you want to pour chocolate syrup on my magnificent tits?” The couple in front of them seem disgruntled. Because she doesn’t want to get kicked out of the park (and because she likes doing it anyway), Midge puts her lips to Jaskier’s ear and whispers to him. “Are you going to lick off every bit of it? Suck on my nipples until they’re hard?”
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"Oh, yes, I have to give them the attention they deserve. Something like--" When Midge feeds him again, Jaskier actually captures her fingers in his mouth and sucks them properly. The only thing stopping him from making yummy noises is hearing some kids joining the line behind them. He lets go of her hand then. "If they ask, we'll tell them you're my pacifier."
They're finally allowed to get in and Jaskier doesn't waste time: he sits against the window and pulls at Midge's hand to sit her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her.
"Comfortable?" he asks with a grin.
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The gondola starts to rise in the air and Midge rests her head against Jaskier’s shoulder. It feels so good to be in his arms again. “You can see Manhattan when we get to the top.”
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The view is absolutely fantastic, although Jaskier is concentrating on the sea. He turns toward the city when Midge mentions it, and he remembers a song from the radio.
"♫ I wanna wake up in that city / That doesn't sleep / And find I'm king of the hill / Top of the heap ♫"
He continues to sing New York New York as the wheel goes up, letting a hand sneak under Midge's skirt to casually stroke her leg. When they reach the top, he kisses her cheek and whispers in her ear. "I love you."
Hopefully this compensates for his shitty first confession.