This isn't fair. I can't have you naked around the house. Maybe we should cancel everything and stay in the apartment all weekend so I can thoroughly fuck you with and without the lingerie.
I want to say that I'd never cage such a beautiful, feisty swan; but part of me knows that getting you away from your parents' house is a very tempting idea.
Good, because I loved fucking you in that lingerie. You looked stunning, and I can't wait to see what else you chose. If there's something I can trust, is your taste in fabrics.
The fact that they aren't happy for you should tell you enough.
Not my precious wardrobe! This is sounding worse by the second! That's it, family dinner canceled. I shall hold you hostage in the apartment, where you must only wear a robe all day long.
The week goes by as normal, with Midge and Jaskier texting back and forth. She misses him even more now that they’re official, and she counts the days until she can see him again.
Thursday morning, Joel gets the kids even earlier than usual. Midge doesn’t explain why. She just drops them off at the factory and then goes to the store to get ingredients for her brisket. The plan is to prepare the meal in the morning and let it slow cook all day while Jaskier, Midge and Ciri go to the museum. That way it should be ready for dinner when they get home.
After the store, she heads to Jaskier’s place. Midge is admittedly a bit nervous. Even though she’s met his family before (except for Ciri), the dynamic is different now. Will it be awkward? The ride to his house isn’t very long, so it doesn’t give Midge much time to overthink. She climbs the stairs of the brownstone and rings the bell.
She looks perfectly put together and accessorized as always. Today’s color is a blue that is very close to the color of Jaskier’s eyes.
It's nice, Jaskier has to admit, to go to sleep with words of love on the screen on his device. To be inspired to write about those feelings while actually living them, instead of having to bring old ones to the surface.
Thursday morning ends up being more chaotic than planned, but hopefully they can take care of everything before Midge arrives, right?
Famous last words.
The one to open the door is Yennefer, who smiles at the sight of Midge - it's a witchy smile, with mischief sparkling in her purple eyes. She's wearing a black dress as usual, because she'll be caught dead before being seen unkept.
"You've arrived just in time," she says with a tone of voice that matches that spark in her eyes. "Follow me."
Yennefer makes Midge drop her things on the nearest chair and guides her to the glass door that takes her to the garden, where Ciri's laughter can be heard before she's seen. She's not alone, of course.
Geralt and Jaskier are standing on the grass... in their underwear.
Midge can admire that everything Jaskier said about Geralt is true: he's thick from head to toes, his tits are bigger than any woman's, and the bulge in his underwear is quite obvious. He also has scars on most of his body.
Neither of them smells very good, and the reason is quite clear: Ciri is hosing monster gunk off their bodies (and having quite a lot of fun with it). Jaskier is in the process of squeezing his hair when he finally sees who has arrived, and he freezes.
"Midge?!" He turns to Yennefer. "I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING TEXT HER!"
Yennefer just shrugs, clearly amused by her little prank. Ciri finally turns around and smiles when she sees Midge.
"Hello! It's nice to finally meet you." That sweet smile transforms into a grin as she offers Midge the hose. "Want to try?"
Yennefer and Midge have that in common. Very few people get to see her without her hair or makeup done. Not even her ex-husband, for years. She’s let go of that now. Plus Jaskier likes her a bit disheveled, especially when it’s the result of being thoroughly fucked by him.
She raises an eyebrow at Yennefer’s tone and then follows her.
Admittedly, she stares at Geralt for a moment. Holy shit. He’s unreal. He’s also not human, which probably explains things. Her eyes turn to Jaskier, 100% human, and she loves what she sees. Soaking wet in his underwear with water dripping over his chest and stomach muscles. Delicious.
Midge grins at Ciri. “Absolutely.”
Taking the hose from the girl, she starts with Geralt, spraying the water at his broad chest with little reaction from him.
While Cirilla laughs and Yennefer goes back inside to get towels, Geralt just sighs and wonders how he ended up with this family again. Maybe he should get himself a horse and disappear into the mountains for a few days. Or a month.
Jaskier puts his hands on his waist like an offended housewife and pouts. "Really? Really? These are your choices now?"
Please pay attention to him, he's a needy asshole.
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Oh no, how could we possibly spend our time? I think I'm running out of ideas.
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You haven’t thought of any new ways to fuck me? You’ve finally got me alone in your bedroom, my dear viscount.
Should I bring the blue and yellow lingerie? Or maybe you’d like to see a new set?
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Oh, my goddess is torturing me with choices! Teasing me with promises! How am I supposed to wait with these mental images running in my mind now?
(New set.)
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I do so love to tease you. You’ll just have to be patient, my love. Then you can unwrap me like a present.
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I loved when you fucked me in that lingerie.
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Good, because I loved fucking you in that lingerie. You looked stunning, and I can't wait to see what else you chose. If there's something I can trust, is your taste in fabrics.
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It’s technically my apartment. They live with me.
Thank you, love. You have wonderful taste in fabrics as well.
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You know what I meant.
As proven by your stealing my shirt.
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Yes. We’ll need to talk at some point about why you think they’re so bad for me.
And you’re going to let me into your room where I can steal more. Maybe I’ll wear one of your jackets over my lingerie.
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The fact that they aren't happy for you should tell you enough.
Not my precious wardrobe! This is sounding worse by the second! That's it, family dinner canceled. I shall hold you hostage in the apartment, where you must only wear a robe all day long.
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It’s complicated, Jaskier. Let’s not talk about it now.
[ She doesn’t want to ruin these good feelings. ]
I’m surprised that I’m even allowed to wear that.
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The robe is for the breaks between naked times. I suppose we'll have to wash those couches sooner or later.
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I want to sleep naked in your bed though.
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Oh no, my goddess naked in my very own bed! I think that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
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I think I’m almost ready to try.
Your own personal goddess. You pay me homage when you worship my body and make me come over and over.
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By paying you homage, you mean I may get to wake you up with my mouth this time?
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I sure hope so.
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We have a plan, then.
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I have the kids until Thursday.
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The week goes by as normal, with Midge and Jaskier texting back and forth. She misses him even more now that they’re official, and she counts the days until she can see him again.
Thursday morning, Joel gets the kids even earlier than usual. Midge doesn’t explain why. She just drops them off at the factory and then goes to the store to get ingredients for her brisket. The plan is to prepare the meal in the morning and let it slow cook all day while Jaskier, Midge and Ciri go to the museum. That way it should be ready for dinner when they get home.
After the store, she heads to Jaskier’s place. Midge is admittedly a bit nervous. Even though she’s met his family before (except for Ciri), the dynamic is different now. Will it be awkward? The ride to his house isn’t very long, so it doesn’t give Midge much time to overthink. She climbs the stairs of the brownstone and rings the bell.
She looks perfectly put together and accessorized as always. Today’s color is a blue that is very close to the color of Jaskier’s eyes.
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Thursday morning ends up being more chaotic than planned, but hopefully they can take care of everything before Midge arrives, right?
Famous last words.
The one to open the door is Yennefer, who smiles at the sight of Midge - it's a witchy smile, with mischief sparkling in her purple eyes. She's wearing a black dress as usual, because she'll be caught dead before being seen unkept.
"You've arrived just in time," she says with a tone of voice that matches that spark in her eyes. "Follow me."
Yennefer makes Midge drop her things on the nearest chair and guides her to the glass door that takes her to the garden, where Ciri's laughter can be heard before she's seen. She's not alone, of course.
Geralt and Jaskier are standing on the grass... in their underwear.
Midge can admire that everything Jaskier said about Geralt is true: he's thick from head to toes, his tits are bigger than any woman's, and the bulge in his underwear is quite obvious. He also has scars on most of his body.
Neither of them smells very good, and the reason is quite clear: Ciri is hosing monster gunk off their bodies (and having quite a lot of fun with it). Jaskier is in the process of squeezing his hair when he finally sees who has arrived, and he freezes.
"Midge?!" He turns to Yennefer. "I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING TEXT HER!"
Yennefer just shrugs, clearly amused by her little prank. Ciri finally turns around and smiles when she sees Midge.
"Hello! It's nice to finally meet you." That sweet smile transforms into a grin as she offers Midge the hose. "Want to try?"
"CIRILLA!"
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She raises an eyebrow at Yennefer’s tone and then follows her.
Admittedly, she stares at Geralt for a moment. Holy shit. He’s unreal. He’s also not human, which probably explains things. Her eyes turn to Jaskier, 100% human, and she loves what she sees. Soaking wet in his underwear with water dripping over his chest and stomach muscles. Delicious.
Midge grins at Ciri. “Absolutely.”
Taking the hose from the girl, she starts with Geralt, spraying the water at his broad chest with little reaction from him.
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Jaskier puts his hands on his waist like an offended housewife and pouts. "Really? Really? These are your choices now?"
Please pay attention to him, he's a needy asshole.