Jaskier is very proud of her for embracing that era and if someone gets angry at him for influencing her like that, he'll see it as a compliment.
"Oh yes, that will do it. Either that or on the stage."
Slowly recovering the use of his legs, he wraps Midge's limbs around his body before standing up to take her to the bedroom, dodging all the stuff he's dropped on the floor on his way out. He stops at the door and smirks at Midge, tilting his head to point at the mess. "Our sex did that."
"The mess makes it better," he says as he returns the kiss.
He keeps dropping pecks all over her face as he makes his way to the bedroom, where he faces away from the bed and lets his body fall back on the mattress with a oof.
"I love the way your cute body fits perfectly against mine. It's funny how it makes me feel like a big, strong man."
As always, Midge starts to giggle when he kisses all over her face. She lets out a little cry when they fall onto the bed.
“You seem pretty strong,” Midge says, “or at least you’ve certainly got some nice muscles.” Reaching down, Midge traces her fingers over his ab muscles.
"All the running and walking through the years have done me some good - and given me a perky arse." He's quite proud of that one. He hums to show he likes the way she lightly touches him - he's just a sucker for all kinds of affection. In return, he rubs her back under the shirt.
"Geralt has been teasing me about becoming sedentary in this world, but I'd say all the fucking has kept me in shape. You're the only one at the end of my libido now, are you ready for all that exercise?" It's a tease.
Midge smiles wryly at the idea of being the sole recipient of all of his sexual attention. “How much more sex were you having other than with me?” she asks.
She doesn’t want to know details, but a ballpark estimate would be good. The two of them were together pretty often.
He watches her face carefully - the smile tells him the question is coming from a good place. Now that they're exclusive, maybe Midge won't mind to learn about his sexual history so much. "Almost every day, although it was only one or two orgasms per night most of the time, not the marathons I run with you. Sometimes I chose to stay home and sleep if I was too tired after a hunt, but that didn't happen often, especially if I was away for too many days without an orgasm. No need for too much energy for a quick handjob in a bathroom stall."
A pause as he wonders if saying more. Oh, to hell with it. They're supposed to be communicating and all now. "After our fight, I stuck with men. I knew I wouldn't be able to look at a woman without thinking of you for a while."
A shrug. "That I'm not available anymore. It's not a big deal, it often happens with arrangements like this. It's the first time that I'm the one breaking it up, though. It's kinda funny."
There's an awkward pause while his hand continues to draw random shapes on her back. Well, she's been taking this chat well so far, so...
"You were married. You had your lover by your side every day. You didn't do it every day?"
He wouldn't be surprised, that's what always happens with marriages and how couples grow bitter. But gotta check out of curiosity.
Just like that, huh? Midge guesses that’s how she should have known that she had feelings for Jaskier. She would have felt bereft if their arrangement ended.
“Not every day,” she replies. “Some days either he or I was tired, especially when the kids were babies. Women can’t have sex for several weeks after they give birth anyway. Are you hoping for every day?”
Right, the kids. Almost forgot about that - they really shake your life up. Every time he hears something about kids, he doubles down on not wanting them.
"I know I cannot ask that of you," he quickly clarifies. "But I hope you don't mind if I drop by The Wolford sometimes to pick you up for dinner and a quickie."
“Not at all,” Midge replies with a sly smile. “It would be hard for us to have sex every day since we aren’t living together. This apartment is the only place we can have sex unless my parents and kids are out of the apartment, or your family decides to allow you to have sex in the house. Do you think they might, now that we’re exclusive?”
Jaskier hadn't realized he got a bit tense when making his request, and now that she sounds happy to agree, he instantly relaxes. Thank goodness this relationship isn't about to go to hell on the day that started.
"You're fantastic." He thanks her with a kiss. "That's actually a very good point - sex itself isn't a problem, Geralt and Yennefer often have it. It was about the strangers in the house. Now that we're together, I may have a new talk about the rules. I'll let you know." He pecks her nose and waggles his eyebrows. "It's not the only place - which reminds me, we got distracted and I didn't get an answer or my question. What is the weirdest place you fucked on?"
"You're definitely not, I can assure you that much already. Even if we don't end up fucking, you're still welcome as a regular visitor." A kiss for her cheek. "Ciri needs more women to look up to, so I can't wait for you to meet her."
He also hopes that Midge's colorful ways will be an inspiration. He doesn't want Ciri to end up all in black like her parents.
"I tried the car fuck once, shortly after I arrived, it was uncomfortable as hell," he says as he wrinkles his nose. "But I can't deny how practical it is when you have nowhere to go and no coin for a hotel. Still better than the smell from stables."
"Stables in my world are like cars here. We went there because there were no better choices. I don't recommend it. Hay gets everywhere."
He laughs pretty hard at that and kisses her finger. "Oh yes, I've been all over Oxenfurt. Picturing you sitting with no panties on a classroom desk is a delightful mental picture that my academic heart is now craving. How dare you taunt me like this!" He's teasing, not really mad. "Mayhaps you should pick me up after typing classes."
She laughs at his faux outrage. “I’ll bet we could sneak into an empty classroom at Columbia. I know the math building pretty well.” Abe worked there for as long as she can remember.
“You want me to be your precocious student, huh?” Midge asks breathily. “One who wants to learn allll about poetry from her hot professor, but also heard that he’s written some very naughty verses?”
"My sweet goddess, you hold priceless knowledge! You shall guide us after our next date." He bets the science building hasn't seen as much fucking as the arts one, so it's their duty to do something.
Jaskier laughs again, loving how she's learning to embrace creativity to bring to their sex lives. With him having all the experience, he ends up making most of the requests, and he doesn't want to overwhelm her.
"I like the way you think," he replies before flipping their bodies so she's on the mattress. Jaskier puts her hands on either side of her head and grins down at her. "Such a naughty lady like you would steal my erotic manuscripts from my desk to see what she's missing."
"And what will I find when you give them back, mmh? Your wet fingerprints?"
Jaskier licks his lips at the view - gosh, she's simply stunning. He could admire her all day long and come over and over on her soft skin. She's the greatest canvas - which gives him an idea.
"One second," he asks before leaving the bed. He searches the dresser and quickly finds a clean makeup brush that he brings back. This time, he lies on his side next to her, resting his chin on his raised hand to have the perfect view.
As for his other hand? Well, it controls the brush, which softly grazes her skin. It draws random shapes on her chest, outlines her tits, and teases her nipples. As he works, he recites:
"She feels claimed and bonded to him like animals do. She feels like she's already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming her, leaving her to simmer in her juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of her.”
“Smeared ink from my fluids,” she replies. “Surely you wouldn’t be shocked that your words would make me so horny that I would need to touch myself?”
Midge watches Jaskier with interest, wondering what he’s doing. He returns with the brush and starts to tease her with it. She squirms when it tickles her soft skin.
“I do feel that way sometimes,” Midge tells him. “I’m yours. You have me exactly where you want me.” She smiles. “And you can have me just about anywhere that you want me.”
"Fuck." It's a very heartfelt curse. The idea of someone masturbating to what he writes has always been appealing. "Is that what I should do? Text you pages of erotica every day to keep you orgasming to me?"
He's happy to see her squirm - he's done this before with a feather or an art brush, so it's good to confirm that makeup brushes work as well.
"Oh, darling, you offer so much to me." The brush continues to go down, tickling her stomach and playing with her belly button before reaching her thighs. "So vulnerable and open, ready to let me do whatever I want to you. It's dangerous. It's lewd. It's addicting." When the brush moves from one thigh to the other, it lightly caresses her mound, too. "There's so much I want to do to you. I want to keep you in bed to show you what the human body is capable of. I want to blindfold you. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to eat you out while you're on the phone. I want you to take me. I want to play with your marvelous tits to see if you could come just from that."
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"Oh yes, that will do it. Either that or on the stage."
Slowly recovering the use of his legs, he wraps Midge's limbs around his body before standing up to take her to the bedroom, dodging all the stuff he's dropped on the floor on his way out. He stops at the door and smirks at Midge, tilting his head to point at the mess. "Our sex did that."
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Midge holds on to him tightly as he stands up with her in his arms. She looks down at the mess, glad that she doesn’t have to clean it up right now.
“Our sex is messy,” she says, giving him a kiss, “but also really fucking good.”
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He keeps dropping pecks all over her face as he makes his way to the bedroom, where he faces away from the bed and lets his body fall back on the mattress with a oof.
"I love the way your cute body fits perfectly against mine. It's funny how it makes me feel like a big, strong man."
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“You seem pretty strong,” Midge says, “or at least you’ve certainly got some nice muscles.” Reaching down, Midge traces her fingers over his ab muscles.
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"Geralt has been teasing me about becoming sedentary in this world, but I'd say all the fucking has kept me in shape. You're the only one at the end of my libido now, are you ready for all that exercise?" It's a tease.
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Midge smiles wryly at the idea of being the sole recipient of all of his sexual attention. “How much more sex were you having other than with me?” she asks.
She doesn’t want to know details, but a ballpark estimate would be good. The two of them were together pretty often.
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He watches her face carefully - the smile tells him the question is coming from a good place. Now that they're exclusive, maybe Midge won't mind to learn about his sexual history so much. "Almost every day, although it was only one or two orgasms per night most of the time, not the marathons I run with you. Sometimes I chose to stay home and sleep if I was too tired after a hunt, but that didn't happen often, especially if I was away for too many days without an orgasm. No need for too much energy for a quick handjob in a bathroom stall."
A pause as he wonders if saying more. Oh, to hell with it. They're supposed to be communicating and all now. "After our fight, I stuck with men. I knew I wouldn't be able to look at a woman without thinking of you for a while."
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Midge is a bit surprised to learn that he was with someone almost every day. She hopes that she can keep him satisfied.
She nods when he says that he stuck to men after their fight. It makes sense.
“What are you going to tell your other regulars?”
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There's an awkward pause while his hand continues to draw random shapes on her back. Well, she's been taking this chat well so far, so...
"You were married. You had your lover by your side every day. You didn't do it every day?"
He wouldn't be surprised, that's what always happens with marriages and how couples grow bitter. But gotta check out of curiosity.
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“Not every day,” she replies. “Some days either he or I was tired, especially when the kids were babies. Women can’t have sex for several weeks after they give birth anyway. Are you hoping for every day?”
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"I know I cannot ask that of you," he quickly clarifies. "But I hope you don't mind if I drop by The Wolford sometimes to pick you up for dinner and a quickie."
Don’t blame you, Jaskier.
he says what we're all thinking! lol
"You're fantastic." He thanks her with a kiss. "That's actually a very good point - sex itself isn't a problem, Geralt and Yennefer often have it. It was about the strangers in the house. Now that we're together, I may have a new talk about the rules. I'll let you know." He pecks her nose and waggles his eyebrows. "It's not the only place - which reminds me, we got distracted and I didn't get an answer or my question. What is the weirdest place you fucked on?"
we love him for that
She laughs a little, then thinks about the answer to that question. “In a car and in a public bathroom are probably too mainstream…”
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He also hopes that Midge's colorful ways will be an inspiration. He doesn't want Ciri to end up all in black like her parents.
"I tried the car fuck once, shortly after I arrived, it was uncomfortable as hell," he says as he wrinkles his nose. "But I can't deny how practical it is when you have nowhere to go and no coin for a hotel. Still better than the smell from stables."
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Midge puts up a finger. “I’ve never fucked in a stable… empty classroom at college? I know you’ve done that.”
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He laughs pretty hard at that and kisses her finger. "Oh yes, I've been all over Oxenfurt. Picturing you sitting with no panties on a classroom desk is a delightful mental picture that my academic heart is now craving. How dare you taunt me like this!" He's teasing, not really mad. "Mayhaps you should pick me up after typing classes."
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“You want me to be your precocious student, huh?” Midge asks breathily. “One who wants to learn allll about poetry from her hot professor, but also heard that he’s written some very naughty verses?”
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Jaskier laughs again, loving how she's learning to embrace creativity to bring to their sex lives. With him having all the experience, he ends up making most of the requests, and he doesn't want to overwhelm her.
"I like the way you think," he replies before flipping their bodies so she's on the mattress. Jaskier puts her hands on either side of her head and grins down at her. "Such a naughty lady like you would steal my erotic manuscripts from my desk to see what she's missing."
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She grins back up at him. “Maybe I won’t give them back until you promise to act out some of the scenes with me.”
Midge lounges beneath him, opening the shirt that she’s wearing so that he can see her tits. She arches her back just a little, pushing them up.
It’s amazing how quickly each of them can turn the other on.
(by Katy Evans)
Jaskier licks his lips at the view - gosh, she's simply stunning. He could admire her all day long and come over and over on her soft skin. She's the greatest canvas - which gives him an idea.
"One second," he asks before leaving the bed. He searches the dresser and quickly finds a clean makeup brush that he brings back. This time, he lies on his side next to her, resting his chin on his raised hand to have the perfect view.
As for his other hand? Well, it controls the brush, which softly grazes her skin. It draws random shapes on her chest, outlines her tits, and teases her nipples. As he works, he recites:
"She feels claimed and bonded to him like animals do. She feels like she's already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming her, leaving her to simmer in her juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of her.”
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Midge watches Jaskier with interest, wondering what he’s doing. He returns with the brush and starts to tease her with it. She squirms when it tickles her soft skin.
“I do feel that way sometimes,” Midge tells him. “I’m yours. You have me exactly where you want me.” She smiles. “And you can have me just about anywhere that you want me.”
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He's happy to see her squirm - he's done this before with a feather or an art brush, so it's good to confirm that makeup brushes work as well.
"Oh, darling, you offer so much to me." The brush continues to go down, tickling her stomach and playing with her belly button before reaching her thighs. "So vulnerable and open, ready to let me do whatever I want to you. It's dangerous. It's lewd. It's addicting." When the brush moves from one thigh to the other, it lightly caresses her mound, too. "There's so much I want to do to you. I want to keep you in bed to show you what the human body is capable of. I want to blindfold you. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to eat you out while you're on the phone. I want you to take me. I want to play with your marvelous tits to see if you could come just from that."