Midge presses her lips to his, grateful and happy to have him. She snorts a quiet laugh at that. “Good. They may try, but I won’t let them either.”
Taking his hand, she laces their fingers together. “I remember when we first met and you hit on me almost immediately.” Midge grins. “I never thought then that we would be here right now.”
"Almost immediately? I must've been slowed down by the circunstances. Cops are good at killing the mood." But not enough to ever stop him, it seems. "What are you going to tell your relatives at the wedding when they ask how you met me?"
“If I had let you, you might have taken me right in that cell,” she says playfully as she pushes back his hair. “Bent me over… pulled down my panties…” Midge gives him a little kiss.
“Probably that we met at one of the clubs. That’s the safest answer, don’t you think?”
Laughing as he returns the kiss. "No, no, you have it all wrong. I would've pulled you on my lap and dare you to come without the cops hearing."
Jaskier nods at the question, but he also shrugs. "The safest and the most boring." He wishes she didn't have to hide. "Were you performing? Was I? We better make the details match if it's going to be believable."
“Yes, of course,” she replies. “And to think, I was annoyed that you were hitting on me at first, though honestly most of my annoyance was directed at the officers.” Being arrested for obscenity? Highly annoying.
Midge props herself up on her side, thinking. “Hmmm. Maybe you saw me perform on stage and were so impressed with my beauty and wit that it was love at first sight. You had to know my name.”
"So if I had hit on you at the mall or the park, you would've enjoyed it?" His raised eyebrow says he's being a little skeptical.
He laughs again at her version of events. "That's just what happened in jail," he teases. "How come you didn't fall in love with me because of my beauty and my wonderful voice?"
“Probably not,” Midge concedes. “Attraction is different for men and women. Sure, women find men physically attractive, but I’m not sure if it’s as instantaneous for women as it is for men — unless you look like Gregory Peck. For me, it was your charm and wit, though I did think you were blowing smoke up my ass a bit.”
"I refuse to believe this Gregory bloke is more handsome than I," he teases, although his ego is a tiny bit annoyed.
The way she explains her logic makes Jaskier realize she may be guarding herself and her reputation - mayhaps someone in her family may be the kind to think that women are sluts for seeking men's attention. Gods forbid women behave the same as men.
The thought makes him angry, but he keeps it bottled and kisses Midge to both reassure her and distract himself. "You make very good points. Alright, my lady, we shall say I saw your show and approached you backstage. And I can still blow anything up your ass, you just have to ask." Wink~
“We’ll have to watch Roman Holiday and then see what you think,” Midge replies.
Even Midge isn’t immune to the prevailing thoughts of the day. Jaskier has done a lot to help make her feel comfortable with her desire for sex, but she knows there are some people who would openly judge her for it. She justifies it with the fact that she’s divorced. If she and Jaskier had their type of relationship before she was married, Midge would have been much more worried about what people thought.
Jaskier laughs pretty hard at the connection she makes. "Another wonderful idea."
After kissing her cheek, he finally leaves the bed and stretches his body before getting them robes. As much as he enjoys the sight of her in his shirt, eating naked isn't wise. Been there, done that - crumbs getting caught on his chest hair aren't fun.
When they return to the kitchen, they're reminded of the mess they made - well, that mostly Jaskier made. Since Midge chose the main dish, he tells her to get it ready while he cleans up. And by cleaning up, he means picking up the bowl, the fruit, and the syrup bottle. The chocolate drops and the melted ice are quickly wiped off just to avoid slipping again; any stains are ignored.
"Well then," he says while opening the bottle of wine as he sits at the table. "What are we having? Teach me, darling."
While Jaskier tidies up, Midge gets out the to-go boxes and moves the food to plates for the two of them. That’s a little bit nicer than eating out of a paper box. She puts one of the plates down on the table in front of Jaskier.
“A reuben sandwich, some cole slaw, and a pickle,” Midge tells him. “A reuben is corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut and Thousand Island dressing on rye bread. Ironic that it’s a staple in Jewish delis when it’s not Kosher.”
Once Midge is sitting as well, Jaskier makes sure to bring their chairs as close as possible and kisses her cheek. The mention of the irony makes him laugh pretty hard.
"The foundation of every religion is to be as hypocritical as possible." He keeps his tone light, hoping she doesn't mind - she said earlier he can make fun of this a little too. It's a touchy subject and he won't push it, but he thinks he can get away with this at least.
He fills up both their glasses with wine and raises his for a toast. "To love and romance."
“You’re not necessarily wrong about that,” Midge says. She doesn’t mind making fun of religion, but it’s a fine line. Jaskier’s hatred for organized religion sometimes makes the jokes come off as mean-spirited.
She clinks her wine glass against his. “To love and romance.” After sipping the wine, she puts the glass back on the table. “Speaking of, when are you gonna take me out and show me off, now that we’re officially a couple?”
"Whenever you want," he responds after sipping his wine too. "We had many an idea to hang out, did we not? We just have to make them dates. Museums, movies, musicals... I'm open, darling. As long as I'm not on a hunt and you don't have the kids, I want us to have fun."
He's an extrovert who doesn't like staying in his room for long. He'd take her out every day if he could.
Taking a bite of his sandwich has him making a long yummy noise. "This is great."
"You want to combine both things? Sounds like a plan," he says with a nod. "Come home for lunch so everyone gets fed properly, then we can leave Yennefer and Geralt alone for the rest of the day." He winks. It sounds like a tease, but he does like the idea a lot - those two could do with some couple time. Ciri has been around since they made up and Jaskier doesn't want her to be the only reason why they're together.
"Hey now, I know what pickle and kraut are." This one is the actual tease. "Geralt is pretty good at making both. Fermented stuff is great for the road. Puts a bit of life on jerky."
“Oh, I guess that means that we’ll be the babysitters? They probably could use some time alone.” It will also give Midge a chance to get to know Ciri. “Does she like art?”
She takes a bite of her pickle spear. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m surprised that you enjoy camping so much.”
Perhaps they’ve had this conversation. Jaskier maybe isn’t as high maintenance as his personality might make one think.
Jaskier laughs at her conclusion. "Fuck, I can't make fun of Joel anymore, can I?" He'll do it anyway. "She likes music and reading. Movies have gone well so far, too, but I'm not sure if that's real or just the novelty of the format. I don't know how she'll feel about the museum, but it can't hurt to try. I want her to be well educated."
And that includes admiration for the arts and stimulating creativity, not just history and math. Her homework sometimes depresses him, but he can't deny it's necessary.
They've talked about this a little bit, but he doesn't mind. It's a subject he likes.
"No offense taken," he says with a snort. "I loathed it when I started travelling. And to be honest, the act of camping itself? I'm still not the biggest fan of. Tents aren't exactly comfortable, there isn't much food variety, and don't get me started on the bugs." He pauses to sip his wine. "But nature? Oh, Midge, nature is beautiful. The bright colors of the flowers, the cheerful song of the birds, the sparkles in the water... it won me over. I love travelling and finding the prettiest spots in the world. Camping just happens to come with that."
“You can still make fun of him,” Midge assures him. “I do that on a nightly basis.” She shrugs. “It doesn’t cost that much to go in. If she hates it, we’ll leave. I’ll show both of you some of my favorite paintings.”
It’s clear that Jaskier has a fondness for nature and its beauty. If only it didn’t come with bugs and dirt.
“I don’t suppose there’s a way to, say… make camping a bit more comfortable with magic?”
"Don't forget you've given me that permission." His mischievous grin says she may regret it. At least the nature of their roleplay has left the concept of 'her husband' pretty vague, but Jaskier definitely wants to shit on Joel directly. Which is why he made a reference about her 'three exes'. "I can't wait to see your taste in paintings. But if we do leave, where shall you take us? To the ranchiest comedy club?"
It's a joke, but honestly, he doesn't mind the idea. Small indie spaces are lots of fun.
"I know Yennefer has a magic tent, but I don't know the details. I've seen those cars with mini houses inside, though." He means RVs. "They're a wonderful invention that already solves most of the issues with camping."
Midge gives him a look. Just tread lightly there, Jaskier. It’s one thing for a person to make fun of their family members, but another thing for someone else to do it.
“Should I take Ciri to the raunchiest comedy club in the city?” Midge asks. “I was thinking Central Park.” They could go there regardless after the museum.
“Cabins,” Midge says. “Cabins solve a lot of problems too, and they have toilets and running water. We can go on a weekend excursion to the Catskills if you’d like.”
Jaskier sees that look and smiles in the most innocent way he can manage.
"She's fifteen, she has to start sometime." Is he serious or is he joking? Yes. "A walk through Central Park would be delightful. Then we can find a nice hidden spot to fuck in later." A wink.
He has to finish another bite of his sandwich before answering. "Oh! Yeah, I know about cabins; we had cabins as well. I suppose I don't make the association because they're static - they are not for traveling, they're more like... a hotel in the forest." His foot reaches to rub her ankle. "A weekend with you by the lake is a lovely idea, though."
“Exactly,” she replies. Is she being serious? Maybe.
“It’s particularly beautiful in the fall when all the leaves are changing color,” Midge continues, smiling when he starts to rub her ankle. “After the wedding we’ll find a good weekend to go away. Just you and I in an isolated cabin, love. We can be naked the whole time.”
"Aww, see? You can admire nature as well." He leans in to kiss her cheek. "Count me in. Fall is great for cuddling in front of the fire. Although I don't know how much admiration of nature we can have if we're naked the whole time. You'll keep me distracted."
“Will my tits not enhance the natural beauty all around us?” Midge asks in mock offense. “I would love to cuddle in front of the fire with you. Maybe I’ll put on a robe at least.”
Reaching up, she brushes back his hair and gazes at him. It’s incredible how much she’s fallen for him in such a short time.
“You make me so happy, Jaskier,” she says quietly.
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Taking his hand, she laces their fingers together. “I remember when we first met and you hit on me almost immediately.” Midge grins. “I never thought then that we would be here right now.”
he just knows how it goes u.u
"Almost immediately? I must've been slowed down by the circunstances. Cops are good at killing the mood." But not enough to ever stop him, it seems. "What are you going to tell your relatives at the wedding when they ask how you met me?"
hes stuck with her
“Probably that we met at one of the clubs. That’s the safest answer, don’t you think?”
he has to learn that
Jaskier nods at the question, but he also shrugs. "The safest and the most boring." He wishes she didn't have to hide. "Were you performing? Was I? We better make the details match if it's going to be believable."
yes he does <3
Midge props herself up on her side, thinking. “Hmmm. Maybe you saw me perform on stage and were so impressed with my beauty and wit that it was love at first sight. You had to know my name.”
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He laughs again at her version of events. "That's just what happened in jail," he teases. "How come you didn't fall in love with me because of my beauty and my wonderful voice?"
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The way she explains her logic makes Jaskier realize she may be guarding herself and her reputation - mayhaps someone in her family may be the kind to think that women are sluts for seeking men's attention. Gods forbid women behave the same as men.
The thought makes him angry, but he keeps it bottled and kisses Midge to both reassure her and distract himself. "You make very good points. Alright, my lady, we shall say I saw your show and approached you backstage. And I can still blow anything up your ass, you just have to ask." Wink~
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Even Midge isn’t immune to the prevailing thoughts of the day. Jaskier has done a lot to help make her feel comfortable with her desire for sex, but she knows there are some people who would openly judge her for it. She justifies it with the fact that she’s divorced. If she and Jaskier had their type of relationship before she was married, Midge would have been much more worried about what people thought.
“On that note, are you ready to eat?” She asks.
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After kissing her cheek, he finally leaves the bed and stretches his body before getting them robes. As much as he enjoys the sight of her in his shirt, eating naked isn't wise. Been there, done that - crumbs getting caught on his chest hair aren't fun.
When they return to the kitchen, they're reminded of the mess they made - well, that mostly Jaskier made. Since Midge chose the main dish, he tells her to get it ready while he cleans up. And by cleaning up, he means picking up the bowl, the fruit, and the syrup bottle. The chocolate drops and the melted ice are quickly wiped off just to avoid slipping again; any stains are ignored.
"Well then," he says while opening the bottle of wine as he sits at the table. "What are we having? Teach me, darling."
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“A reuben sandwich, some cole slaw, and a pickle,” Midge tells him. “A reuben is corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut and Thousand Island dressing on rye bread. Ironic that it’s a staple in Jewish delis when it’s not Kosher.”
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"The foundation of every religion is to be as hypocritical as possible." He keeps his tone light, hoping she doesn't mind - she said earlier he can make fun of this a little too. It's a touchy subject and he won't push it, but he thinks he can get away with this at least.
He fills up both their glasses with wine and raises his for a toast. "To love and romance."
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She clinks her wine glass against his. “To love and romance.” After sipping the wine, she puts the glass back on the table. “Speaking of, when are you gonna take me out and show me off, now that we’re officially a couple?”
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He's an extrovert who doesn't like staying in his room for long. He'd take her out every day if he could.
Taking a bite of his sandwich has him making a long yummy noise. "This is great."
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Her brisket isn’t hard to make and she enjoys cooking it.
Midge is also an extravert. Staying around the house saps her of her energy.
“The food of my people,” Midge says before taking a bite of her sandwich. “Or at least of the Jews in New York.”
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"Hey now, I know what pickle and kraut are." This one is the actual tease. "Geralt is pretty good at making both. Fermented stuff is great for the road. Puts a bit of life on jerky."
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She takes a bite of her pickle spear. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m surprised that you enjoy camping so much.”
Perhaps they’ve had this conversation. Jaskier maybe isn’t as high maintenance as his personality might make one think.
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And that includes admiration for the arts and stimulating creativity, not just history and math. Her homework sometimes depresses him, but he can't deny it's necessary.
They've talked about this a little bit, but he doesn't mind. It's a subject he likes.
"No offense taken," he says with a snort. "I loathed it when I started travelling. And to be honest, the act of camping itself? I'm still not the biggest fan of. Tents aren't exactly comfortable, there isn't much food variety, and don't get me started on the bugs." He pauses to sip his wine. "But nature? Oh, Midge, nature is beautiful. The bright colors of the flowers, the cheerful song of the birds, the sparkles in the water... it won me over. I love travelling and finding the prettiest spots in the world. Camping just happens to come with that."
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It’s clear that Jaskier has a fondness for nature and its beauty. If only it didn’t come with bugs and dirt.
“I don’t suppose there’s a way to, say… make camping a bit more comfortable with magic?”
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It's a joke, but honestly, he doesn't mind the idea. Small indie spaces are lots of fun.
"I know Yennefer has a magic tent, but I don't know the details. I've seen those cars with mini houses inside, though." He means RVs. "They're a wonderful invention that already solves most of the issues with camping."
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“Should I take Ciri to the raunchiest comedy club in the city?” Midge asks. “I was thinking Central Park.” They could go there regardless after the museum.
“Cabins,” Midge says. “Cabins solve a lot of problems too, and they have toilets and running water. We can go on a weekend excursion to the Catskills if you’d like.”
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"She's fifteen, she has to start sometime." Is he serious or is he joking? Yes. "A walk through Central Park would be delightful. Then we can find a nice hidden spot to fuck in later." A wink.
He has to finish another bite of his sandwich before answering. "Oh! Yeah, I know about cabins; we had cabins as well. I suppose I don't make the association because they're static - they are not for traveling, they're more like... a hotel in the forest." His foot reaches to rub her ankle. "A weekend with you by the lake is a lovely idea, though."
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“It’s particularly beautiful in the fall when all the leaves are changing color,” Midge continues, smiling when he starts to rub her ankle. “After the wedding we’ll find a good weekend to go away. Just you and I in an isolated cabin, love. We can be naked the whole time.”
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Reaching up, she brushes back his hair and gazes at him. It’s incredible how much she’s fallen for him in such a short time.
“You make me so happy, Jaskier,” she says quietly.
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