"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.
Jaskier gets those giggles, as well as a nuzzle to his nose. She watches Manhattan for a while before turning to look out to sea.
“You should add that one to your repertoire,” Midge says, loving the sound of his voice as usual.
She raises an eyebrow when his hand goes under her skirt. “Looking for something?” Midge asks cheekily. The wheel stops with them at the top and Midge feels like she’s on the top of the world with him. “I love you too.”
"Maybe," he says with his most innocent face. "Should I stop looking?"
Her words put butterflies in his stomach like a goddman teenager. Jaskier captures her mouth in a slow, affectionate kiss. His hand continues to stroke her thigh, but he won't go further unless Midge gives him permission. He knows this is more public than she may approve of.
With the fantastic view behind them and her giggles as music, it's simply a perfect moment in time.
Similarly, Midge hasn’t felt this way in a long time. Being with him makes her so happy.
She hums in her throat and opens her thighs just a little bit more. This is very public, but they’re at the top right now, where nobody else can see or hear them. “I suppose you can keep looking until the ride starts again.”
Midge feeds him another piece of cotton candy. “I love the sound of your voice,” she says. “At the art jam, when I was watching you practice with the band, it felt like you were singing right to me.”
Probably because the only other person in the room was Perdita, but. Details.
Jaskier smirks when she opens her thighs, already guessing the answer before she speaks.
"So either your ride or the machine rides?" he teases. His hand sneaks between her thighs and start caressing her mound over her panties, letting his middle finger add just enough pressure to tease her folds.
When Midge feeds him again, Jaskier opts for a double attack and goes full fellatio on her fingers, shivering when her manicured nails brush his tongue. He always loves how her nails feel in his skin, although now he wishes they weren't there so he could show off his lack of gag reflex.
He pulls away to answer Midge's comment, which has him grinning from ear to ear. Compliments for his voice are always welcome, but they mean more when they come from her.
"Part of my performance includes looking at each member of the audience in the eye and make them feel like the song is for them," he explains while his hand continues to caress her intimately. "So it was the perfect cover-up - I could share all the words of love I wanted with you and pretend it was part of reharsal."
The sensation of his fingers against her folds, even through her panties, makes her take a sharp intake of breath. That, combined with the way that he’s sucking at her fingers, is turning her on significantly. If her panties aren’t already wet, it won’t be long until they are.
“I’m glad we finally admitted it to each other,” Midge says. “I was going crazy having to hide how I felt about you.”
That intake of breath is the sign he needs to let all his fingers press against the fabric of her panties and tease her clit. He's dying to hear the adorable noises he's missed so much.
"That's only fair," he jokes. "You've been driving me crazy since I met you. You don't want me to suffer alone, now do you?"
“How long have you been in love with me?” she asks. “When did you know?”
Midge moans softly at his touch. Even though they’re in a relatively private place, she doesn’t want to be too loud. Still, his touch feels so good after a week without it. Her hips rock gently against his hand.
Jaskier's breath stops for a second when Midge moans and her panties get wet. Fuck, always so eager for him. He missed this so much. It's so fucking hard not to drop to his knees and eat her out now.
"I can't tell for how long. It happened gradually," he explains as he moves her panties to the side and touches her directly. He licks his lips when his fingers get wet with her pleasure. "But I knew after I woke up from that damn potion and remembered what my fever told you."
She laughs breathlessly, even as he starts to stroke her wetness. “That was when I first started to fall for you,” she breathes, “after you trusted me with that, even if you blame it on the fever.”
Her eyes flutter closed as she enjoys his touch, her pleasure rising slowly. Suddenly, the ride starts moving again and Midge freezes. “Jaskier!”
“Just the title,” she jokes back. or is she joking? “Actually, you’ve made me a princess and that’s even better.”
Midge shifts her panties back into place. “Blame the ride operator. Take me to the apartment after we get off of here and then you can finger me to your heart’s content.”
“Oh. Whoops. I guess calling me your viscountess would bring up too many bad memories?”
She had to ask, okay?
Midge blinks, her arms around him from the earlier embrace. “There are some vials at the apartment,” she replies. “How long does it take to be effective?”
He chuckles and thinks about it for a minute. "It wouldn't be a good nickname to keep," he decides. "But we could play around with it just a little if you wish. Is that what you want, Midge? For the viscount to fuck you?"
Ok, that deserves full laughter. "Of course there are. My lady is always so ready." He kisses the corner of her mouth. "Just a few moments, nothing our mouths can't take care of. Are your kids with Joel? Do I get you all night?"
Midge smiles, pleased that he’s open to the idea. Her heart starts to race in her chest. “Oh, yes, very much, my lord.” As far as she’s concerned, he can call himself the viscount if he damn well pleases.
“You get me all night,” she confirms, “though I’ll have to call my parents at some point so they don’t worry. Should I tell them what I’m doing and who I’m with?”
"Look at you, already so playful about it." He's amused, and that's great, it's what helps separating it from his childhood. "Should I make you a married Marchioness? Or the saucy maid that distracts me from my wife?"
He beams when he hears she's all his tonight. "Let's get food and drinks before going in, then. We shall celebrate." He shrugs at her question. "That is up to you and how much you want to share for now, especially on the phone or text. I won't resent you for waiting, but I will goat if you don't."
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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.
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“You should add that one to your repertoire,” Midge says, loving the sound of his voice as usual.
She raises an eyebrow when his hand goes under her skirt. “Looking for something?” Midge asks cheekily. The wheel stops with them at the top and Midge feels like she’s on the top of the world with him. “I love you too.”
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Her words put butterflies in his stomach like a goddman teenager. Jaskier captures her mouth in a slow, affectionate kiss. His hand continues to stroke her thigh, but he won't go further unless Midge gives him permission. He knows this is more public than she may approve of.
With the fantastic view behind them and her giggles as music, it's simply a perfect moment in time.
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She hums in her throat and opens her thighs just a little bit more. This is very public, but they’re at the top right now, where nobody else can see or hear them. “I suppose you can keep looking until the ride starts again.”
Midge feeds him another piece of cotton candy. “I love the sound of your voice,” she says. “At the art jam, when I was watching you practice with the band, it felt like you were singing right to me.”
Probably because the only other person in the room was Perdita, but. Details.
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"So either your ride or the machine rides?" he teases. His hand sneaks between her thighs and start caressing her mound over her panties, letting his middle finger add just enough pressure to tease her folds.
When Midge feeds him again, Jaskier opts for a double attack and goes full fellatio on her fingers, shivering when her manicured nails brush his tongue. He always loves how her nails feel in his skin, although now he wishes they weren't there so he could show off his lack of gag reflex.
He pulls away to answer Midge's comment, which has him grinning from ear to ear. Compliments for his voice are always welcome, but they mean more when they come from her.
"Part of my performance includes looking at each member of the audience in the eye and make them feel like the song is for them," he explains while his hand continues to caress her intimately. "So it was the perfect cover-up - I could share all the words of love I wanted with you and pretend it was part of reharsal."
So no, she wasn't imagining things.
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“I’m glad we finally admitted it to each other,” Midge says. “I was going crazy having to hide how I felt about you.”
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"That's only fair," he jokes. "You've been driving me crazy since I met you. You don't want me to suffer alone, now do you?"
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Midge moans softly at his touch. Even though they’re in a relatively private place, she doesn’t want to be too loud. Still, his touch feels so good after a week without it. Her hips rock gently against his hand.
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"I can't tell for how long. It happened gradually," he explains as he moves her panties to the side and touches her directly. He licks his lips when his fingers get wet with her pleasure. "But I knew after I woke up from that damn potion and remembered what my fever told you."
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Her eyes flutter closed as she enjoys his touch, her pleasure rising slowly. Suddenly, the ride starts moving again and Midge freezes. “Jaskier!”
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The ride starts moving and Jaskier sighs very dramatically as he retrieves his hand.
"Spoilsport," he says before he licks his wet fingers to clean them.
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or is she joking?“Actually, you’ve made me a princess and that’s even better.”Midge shifts her panties back into place. “Blame the ride operator. Take me to the apartment after we get off of here and then you can finger me to your heart’s content.”
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Once Midge has fixed her underwear, Jaskier wraps his arms around her and devours her mouth in a hungry kiss. "I'll fuck you so hard that--"
Suddenly he tenses and his eyes widen. "Fuck. Did you take the potion?"
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She had to ask, okay?
Midge blinks, her arms around him from the earlier embrace. “There are some vials at the apartment,” she replies. “How long does it take to be effective?”
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Ok, that deserves full laughter. "Of course there are. My lady is always so ready." He kisses the corner of her mouth. "Just a few moments, nothing our mouths can't take care of. Are your kids with Joel? Do I get you all night?"
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“You get me all night,” she confirms, “though I’ll have to call my parents at some point so they don’t worry. Should I tell them what I’m doing and who I’m with?”
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He beams when he hears she's all his tonight. "Let's get food and drinks before going in, then. We shall celebrate." He shrugs at her question. "That is up to you and how much you want to share for now, especially on the phone or text. I won't resent you for waiting, but I will goat if you don't."
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oh I meant them getting food to the apartment, you'd prefer a restaurant?
nope that’s fine! They can have a proper date later
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