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.
As expected, the water doesn’t get much of a reaction out of Geralt. Stoic as always. Her attention to the Witcher gets a lovely reaction out of Jaskier though. With a sly smile, Midge turns the hose on him, spraying down his chest to his stomach. The stream of water might just possibly run over that bulge in his underwear. Who’s to say if it was done on purpose?
Oh, Jaskier can totally tell what she's doing, and he laughs. It's very brave of her to do so in front of others, and he adores her for it. Shameless attracts shameless.
Geralt, on the other hand, sighs again, his nose wrinkling. "You two better cool down before coming into the house," he says as he moves to the door to get the towels from Yennefer.
Jaskier just sticks his tongue out at him. Cirilla stares in confusion for a second before she finally catches on. Her nose wrinkles as well. "Eww, gross."
"Princess, do we need to have another talk about--"
Ciri doesn't let him finish. "NOPE!" she exclaims before rushing inside.
“Teenagers,” Midge agrees. “I’m not looking forward to it with my kids.” Esther will probably be a nightmare.
Dropping the hose, Midge approaches Jaskier and puts her hands up to cup both of his cheeks. She leans in to kiss him, not wanting to get any water or remnants of monster goo on her dress. She nuzzles his nose when she pulls back.
Jaskier is happy to kiss her back, and his hands freeze in the middle of the air when he realizes she's keeping her dress away from his mess and he shouldn't touch yet. Fair, he doesn't like getting his fine silks dirty either.
"Good morning, dear." A nod. "It was supposed to be quick, and I guess it technically was. You were supposed to get a text from CERTAIN SOMEONE--"
As an answer, Yennefer throws the towels at his face and follows his family inside. She disappears into her lab with Midge's suitcase to work on the spell, and Geralt goes to the bathroom to get rid of the last of the monster gunk before Jaskier wastes all the hot water. Cirilla goes to her own bedroom to change since she knows they're leaving for the museum soon. Independence all around.
"It's good to see you. I promise everyone is looking forward to your cooking, it's just been a crazy morning." He carefully leans in to kiss her cheek. "We can go inside when the smell gets better, although--" He smirks. "I suppose my current undressed and wet state isn't helping." Wink~
“I wasn’t expecting to find you soaking wet in your underwear,” she says. The pull to crawl into his arms is strong, but the desire to keep her dress nice is just slightly stronger. “They can’t really be surprised that seeing you in this condition might awaken some feelings in me, can they?”
Meaning, she’s horny for him all the time and arriving to find him in this state is doing nothing to quell that.
Jaskier steps back to start drying his body, not wanting to accidentally splash her with water or any remains of the monster gunk. He laughs as she explains himself, adoring every word that leaves her lips.
"You're making it very hard for me to resist the urge to make out with you right here in the garden surrounded by the dangerous plants." She's always so eager for him, it drives him crazy. He blows a kiss at her instead. "If you think about it, it'll help them understand how you caught me." She's as horny as he is.
Jaskier puts the big towel around his body, closing it at the chest like a woman leaving the shower. He bats his eyelashes at Midge. "Better?"
“Why resist?” She asks with a grin. Once the towel is on, Midge is more comfortable with having him hold her. She hums in delight when his arms wrap around her waist. “I missed you.”
She’s eager as always, possibly even more eager now that they’re official. Midge kisses him more deeply, her fingers sifting through his wet hair. Jaskier’s right that her reaction to him might help explain some things to his family.
Well, if she's up for hugging even while he's still kinda wet, who is he to complain? Jaskier wraps his arms around her tightly and hums into the kiss, making their tongues touch as they let it deepen.
As Jaskier tries to say I miss you too, Ciri's gross! can be heard through the window.
"Change of plans: we're abandoning her here with her parents," he jokes as he guides Midge inside with an arm still wrapped around her waist.
“Be glad she still finds kissing gross,” Midge says. “Or maybe it’s just us kissing that she finds gross. Wait until she discovers boys.” A beat. “Or girls, I guess.” Considering Jaskier’s very liberal attitude, that’s always a possibility.
Inside, Midge releases him. “I’ll start prepping the meal while you get cleaned up. Anything in the kitchen that I need to be wary of?”
Apparently all the plants in the garden are poisonous, so there’s no telling what’s in the kitchen.
"I do think she has a problem with watching her relatives and not kissing in general." He chuckles. "I'm so proud of you for that correction."
Jaskier takes her to the kitchen, where Geralt is already cleaned and dressed. He's brought in all the things Midge bought, too, and spread them on the counter to examine them. It's he who answers her question.
"Kitchen is clean. The whole house is - the only places you must stay away from are the lab, and half the plants in the garden." Oh, look, not every plant will kill them. What a miracle.
Jaskier smiles like an idiot, happy to see Geralt engage in conversation, even if it's just duty talk. He kisses Midge's cheek before letting go. "I'll be right back, love." He turns to Geralt. "Be nice and at least try not to scare her, would you?"
"Mmh."
After Jaskier disappears, Geralt looks at Midge with those intense yellow eyes.
"Hello," he finally says after a pause. A little late, but she arrived at the wrong moment (damn you, Yen) and he's supposed to prove he has manners. "Would you show me?" He indicates the ingredients - he wants to learn!
“Only half?” Midge replies. “That’s a fun Russian Roulette.”
The mood is a bit awkward when Jaskier leaves. Her last interaction with Geralt, before hosing him down that morning, had been running into him outside the club with a drunk Jaskier over her shoulder. That was when she’d accused Jaskier of only wanting her for sex. Jaskier has forgiven her, but the larger man is harder to read.
It’s a surprise when he ask about the ingredients. Most men don’t care about cooking. “Sure,” she replies. “Can you get some knives and a peeler, if you have one, while I wash my hands?”
Geralt happens to be the main cook in this house - Yennefer can't cook for shit, and Jaskier knows the basics. He's been trying to teach Ciri, but it's not like he knows a lot, either. Witchers consume very rustic meals - abundant, but sticking to the basics. Grilled meat, boiled vegetables. Condiments aren't a good friend of sensitive tongues.
And now that they've become very domestic, Geralt has discovered he likes cooking and how his family enjoys what he does. Pleasing people without having to kill shit is good for the soul. Navigating all the ingredients in this world has been quite a task, though.
"Do I want to know what Russian roulette is?" he asks as he takes out the requested tools. They're fucking good knives, all perfectly sharpened.
“A very dangerous game that I’m not convinced anyone actually plays unless they have a death wish.
Anyway…” Midge unwraps the paper around the packaged meat that she bought at the butcher’s. “Brisket. A beautiful cut of beef. First we need to season it, then start braising it on the stove. Got salt?” Midge had presumed that they had some of the kitchen basics. “Put some salt on there and rub it in while I get the oven preheated.”
Geralt raises an eyebrow at Midge's explanation - that didn't tell him much. He makes a mental note to search for more information later. If people are doing stupid, deadly things, he wants to be aware.
They indeed have salt, and Geralt follows Midge's instructions without hesitation. At that moment, Cirilla enters the kitchen, wearing one of the dresses sent by Moishe. Her hair is up in intricate braids.
"Hello! I didn't do this right earlier." And she doesn't want to be scolded by Jaskier. "I'm Cirilla, it's nice to finally meet you. Jas talked a lot about you." She offers her hand. "Thank you for the dresses, by the way. They're all lovely." She looks at the one Midge's wearing, too. "I love yours, too."
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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.
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Geralt, on the other hand, sighs again, his nose wrinkling. "You two better cool down before coming into the house," he says as he moves to the door to get the towels from Yennefer.
Jaskier just sticks his tongue out at him. Cirilla stares in confusion for a second before she finally catches on. Her nose wrinkles as well. "Eww, gross."
"Princess, do we need to have another talk about--"
Ciri doesn't let him finish. "NOPE!" she exclaims before rushing inside.
"Teenagers," Jaskier tells Midge as he shrugs.
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Dropping the hose, Midge approaches Jaskier and puts her hands up to cup both of his cheeks. She leans in to kiss him, not wanting to get any water or remnants of monster goo on her dress. She nuzzles his nose when she pulls back.
“Good morning, love. Early morning hunt?”
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"Good morning, dear." A nod. "It was supposed to be quick, and I guess it technically was. You were supposed to get a text from CERTAIN SOMEONE--"
As an answer, Yennefer throws the towels at his face and follows his family inside. She disappears into her lab with Midge's suitcase to work on the spell, and Geralt goes to the bathroom to get rid of the last of the monster gunk before Jaskier wastes all the hot water. Cirilla goes to her own bedroom to change since she knows they're leaving for the museum soon. Independence all around.
"It's good to see you. I promise everyone is looking forward to your cooking, it's just been a crazy morning." He carefully leans in to kiss her cheek. "We can go inside when the smell gets better, although--" He smirks. "I suppose my current undressed and wet state isn't helping." Wink~
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Meaning, she’s horny for him all the time and arriving to find him in this state is doing nothing to quell that.
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"You're making it very hard for me to resist the urge to make out with you right here in the garden surrounded by the dangerous plants." She's always so eager for him, it drives him crazy. He blows a kiss at her instead. "If you think about it, it'll help them understand how you caught me." She's as horny as he is.
Jaskier puts the big towel around his body, closing it at the chest like a woman leaving the shower. He bats his eyelashes at Midge. "Better?"
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She’s eager as always, possibly even more eager now that they’re official. Midge kisses him more deeply, her fingers sifting through his wet hair. Jaskier’s right that her reaction to him might help explain some things to his family.
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As Jaskier tries to say I miss you too, Ciri's gross! can be heard through the window.
"Change of plans: we're abandoning her here with her parents," he jokes as he guides Midge inside with an arm still wrapped around her waist.
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Inside, Midge releases him. “I’ll start prepping the meal while you get cleaned up. Anything in the kitchen that I need to be wary of?”
Apparently all the plants in the garden are poisonous, so there’s no telling what’s in the kitchen.
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Jaskier takes her to the kitchen, where Geralt is already cleaned and dressed. He's brought in all the things Midge bought, too, and spread them on the counter to examine them. It's he who answers her question.
"Kitchen is clean. The whole house is - the only places you must stay away from are the lab, and half the plants in the garden." Oh, look, not every plant will kill them. What a miracle.
Jaskier smiles like an idiot, happy to see Geralt engage in conversation, even if it's just duty talk. He kisses Midge's cheek before letting go. "I'll be right back, love." He turns to Geralt. "Be nice and at least try not to scare her, would you?"
"Mmh."
After Jaskier disappears, Geralt looks at Midge with those intense yellow eyes.
"Hello," he finally says after a pause. A little late, but she arrived at the wrong moment (damn you, Yen) and he's supposed to prove he has manners. "Would you show me?" He indicates the ingredients - he wants to learn!
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The mood is a bit awkward when Jaskier leaves. Her last interaction with Geralt, before hosing him down that morning, had been running into him outside the club with a drunk Jaskier over her shoulder. That was when she’d accused Jaskier of only wanting her for sex. Jaskier has forgiven her, but the larger man is harder to read.
It’s a surprise when he ask about the ingredients. Most men don’t care about cooking. “Sure,” she replies. “Can you get some knives and a peeler, if you have one, while I wash my hands?”
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And now that they've become very domestic, Geralt has discovered he likes cooking and how his family enjoys what he does. Pleasing people without having to kill shit is good for the soul. Navigating all the ingredients in this world has been quite a task, though.
"Do I want to know what Russian roulette is?" he asks as he takes out the requested tools. They're fucking good knives, all perfectly sharpened.
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Anyway…” Midge unwraps the paper around the packaged meat that she bought at the butcher’s. “Brisket. A beautiful cut of beef. First we need to season it, then start braising it on the stove. Got salt?” Midge had presumed that they had some of the kitchen basics. “Put some salt on there and rub it in while I get the oven preheated.”
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They indeed have salt, and Geralt follows Midge's instructions without hesitation. At that moment, Cirilla enters the kitchen, wearing one of the dresses sent by Moishe. Her hair is up in intricate braids.
"Hello! I didn't do this right earlier." And she doesn't want to be scolded by Jaskier. "I'm Cirilla, it's nice to finally meet you. Jas talked a lot about you." She offers her hand. "Thank you for the dresses, by the way. They're all lovely." She looks at the one Midge's wearing, too. "I love yours, too."
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Decided to pick out a dress
oooh that's so pretty
Thanks! Also aww Ciri
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