"I'm always horny and you make it worse," he replies with no shame whatsoever.
Midge's words make him look at Ciri too, and he smiles softly when he sees her chat with another girl on the neighboring horse. "Yeah, she is. Thanks for today, by the way. I know how she can be." He pecks Midge's cheek. "I wasn't expecting her to corner you like that earlier."
Her grin in response is wicked. She has no shame either.
“It’s okay. I didn’t mind answering her questions, though I’m not sure if anything that I said was helpful.” Midge shrugs. “Most teenagers won’t even ask. I was flattered that she did.”
He kisses that wicked grin - it's just too attractive to ignore.
"Yeah, I was surprised she did. But I'm glad she's finding people to open up to." He tilts his head. "There's nothing I need to worry about, is there?"
He doesn't need details, as curious as he is - he meant the part about keeping his mouth shut. But at least, he wants to know if there's something he needs to keep an eye out for.
Midge shakes her head. “I don’t think so. She hasn’t indicated that she’s got someone in mind to have sex with. I recommended that she wait until she’s out of high school anyway.” She rests her head atop Jaskier’s. “The world here isn’t much kinder to girls who are unmarried and pregnant than I’m sure your world is.”
Jaskier can't help but chuckle when Midge says she told Ciri to wait - he had already lost his virginity at this age. But he can't blame her for such advice, considering the situation.
"I see. Thank you, dear." He can't kiss her like this, so he just playfully squeezes her in his hug. "You're right, our world wasn't kind either. But even if this world accepted such a thing, I wouldn't want her to have kids before she even understood who she is and what she wants in life."
As much as Jaskier doesn’t like to hear it, it’s different for girls. If word gets out that she’s slept with someone, Ciri will get the reputation that she’s easy. Most girls and young women don’t recover from that.
“She shouldn’t have children until she’s ready for them,” Midge agrees. “Children should be planned, not accidents.” She picks her head up to look at Jaskier again. “She’s got so many opportunities here, like college.”
"She does," he agrees with a nod. "And we have no idea what she'll do. She's been through a lot, so now she must find herself." He sighs and buries his face in Midge's neck, nuzzling it. "We just want her to be happy. To have a good life."
And it's been pretty fucking hard to keep her on that path.
“I know. You, and Geralt, and Yennefer will support her through it. That’s all you can really do.” Midge strokes his hair, not caring if anybody is looking at them. They can think she’s easy if they want. She’s only easy for him.
Jaskier hums to show his appreciation of her stroking his hair. He always loves it when she does that.
"I've been wondering when you'd catch up on that," he replies as blue eyes keep looking at Ciri, who has made a new friend. "I call her princess because she is - her grandmother was a queen. Her kingdom is gone - the empire attacked and killed most of her people. That's the war I mentioned. It's a miracle that she's alive."
Of course, the issue of her actual parents is more complicated than that. But it's not Jaskier's story to tell; he's already said a lot.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone. I mean it, Midge. It's well-known back in our world, but we've been trying to start over here. If any of our enemies arrive, she'd be in danger. Ciri may not be their biological daughter, and Geralt and Yennefer may not be legally married - but they're all linked by a magical bond." If destiny, a djinn, and the law of surprise can be called that anyway. "So that's the story we're sticking to here. The government already gives us enough trouble over the lack of paperwork. It's terrifying to think what they'd do if they knew we lacked the legal stuff at home, too."
“She looks like a princess,” Midge replies, glancing at Ciri, then back to Jaskier. “I won’t say anything. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to any of you.”
She knows what it’s like to be part of a people who were nearly hunted to extinction, even if she didn’t experience it personally.
“And where do you come in, my cheeky bard? As a longtime friend of Geralt’s?”
"Thank you, love." He kisses her shoulder as he starts to wonder if they should go home just so they can cuddle.
"Little old me?" he asks with a snort. "I was the bard hired for the betrothal party of Ciri's mother. I dragged Geralt to the party with me, hoping he'd have fun for a change." And he needed a bodyguard, but details. "That night, everyone learned that Ciri's mother was pregnant because she puked on Geralt's boots."
Sometimes he wonders if he could've done anything that day to prevent what would happen later. But then again, he's just a bard.
Cuddling sounds excellent right now, although both of them know that it’s likely to go beyond cuddling rather quickly. Maybe they can at least have a lie down in the grass.
“Been there,” Midge replies. “When I was pregnant with Ethan, I threw up on Mama’s couch. She wasn’t pleased.”
The carousel slows to a stop and Midge hops off of Jaskier’s lap before offering him her hand in order to help him off of the horse. She smiles at Ciri as they exit the ride.
Jaskier laughs at the mental image of Midge puking on the couch but also hopes Rose wasn't too annoying about it.
"Yes! It was more fun than I expected," Ciri answers while she keeps looking behind her. The other girl she just met is waiting nearby, looking rather nervous. Ciri is nervous, too. She fidgets. "Err... would it be alright if... I just made a new friend, and she mentioned the boats on the lake--"
Jaskier smiles softly and takes the pie box from her hands. "Go. Have fun. We'll meet here in an hour, understood?" Ciri squeals a yes and hugs Jaskier before running back to her new friend. He keeps an eye on them until he's sure they're on a boat without anyone creepy following them.
"How about you and I use this hour on a different kind of horse?" he asks Midge while indicating the carriages that tour Central Park.
More laughing. "Waving at commoners? What a quirky royal you are."
They cuddle on one end of the seat, so Jaskier drops the gift bag and the pie box on the other end to free his arms. Now he can hold Midge as close as possible, burying his nose in her hair as he relaxes. This is really nice.
"Indeed. Now we just need to pinch the horse to make it run as fast as possible. We shall escape the city and say that the horse kidnapped us."
“You haven’t seen the Queen of England on television?” Midge asks. “She’s always waving from the carriage like this.” Midge does her impression of Elizabeth’s stiff wave.
She hums as she cuddles against him. “Oh is that what you’ll tell everyone. Today has been really nice. I love being out with you and getting to hold your hand.”
It’s so nice to not have to pretend anymore that she doesn’t love him.
Some people give Midge odd looks, while others wave back. Jaskier is just laughing at how stiff it is. "Fuck, they make waving politically cold. Unbelievable."
His expression softens at her words, and gentle fingers raise her chin so he can kiss her properly, watchers be damned. "Today has been fantastic. Well, except for that part where you ogled my best friend in front of his wife," he teases. It's clearly a joke; he doesn't mind if Midge looks at other men. It's healthy. He kisses her again before reciting- "So I just held your hand—warm like a heavy blanket and evidently bigger than mine. Enveloping my hand in the most comfortable of ways, like some missing puzzle piece that was bound to be together no matter what."
Fortunately, in New York, people see weird things every day and aren’t bothered. Midge grins at the people who wave back.
“The Queen seems alright,” Midge says. “She’s young. I also want to spend five minutes in her hat closet.”
The kiss is lovely and Midge tilts her head as it deepens, though they keep it brief so as not to get carried away. She snorts softly at his words. “He was nearly naked and soaking wet. It was hard not to look.” Jaskier seems quite casual about it and Midge hopes she can act the same way when he flirts with other women — or men. “I very much enjoyed looking at you too.”
“My hand is not bigger than yours,” Midge tells him. She places her hand flat on top of his.
He chuckles. "Your hats are very cute. I miss wearing a hat. The ones I've seen for men around here are so stiff and boring."
Getting to tease someone else for ogling at Geralt is still something a bit unbelievable. Back in his world, Geralt was feared, and young (and very horny) Jaskier was very frustrated at people for not seeing how attractive his best friend was.
"And yet you hosed him first. I know who your favorite is now." The comment about their hands makes him laugh. He squeezes her fingers and brings them to his mouth to kiss them. "It's an old one, I admit. But you could see it as metaphorically - your love is enough to make me feel enveloped by you regardlessss of our size difference."
“I dunno,” Midge replies, “a nice fedora might look good on you.” They don’t seem terribly boring to Midge, just common. Jaskier would look kind of ridiculous if he walked around in the feathered hat the bard in the painting was wearing.
“When else would I have gotten a chance to do that? I saw an opportunity and I took it.” Surely Jaskier can understand that. “You’re still my love, though. The man I want to envelop like a blanket.”
"Mmmh." He pretends to think very hard about it. "Then again, if I wear a hat, I'll miss you petting my hair." And he really likes that.
"Hosing Gealt? That's a once-a-week event at minimum." Another chuckle. Oh, he definitely understands, he's just being a little shit. "I know, dear, I know. Teasing you just happens to be lots of fun. You are my blanket. Or you should be, but you're ignoring my lap at the moment." Wink~
“True,” she concedes, “but I think you’ll still have plenty of time not wearing the hat where I can pet you.”
Midge smirks back at him. “In that case, let me know which day you usually do it so that I’ll know to conveniently come over.” Scooting over, she climbs into Jaskier’s lap. “There. Is that better?”
"You think? Maybe I should wear nothing but the hat." He's kidding. Maybe.
As soon as Midge gets comfortable on his lap, he wraps his arms around her and grins. "Much better." He kisses her softly before tilting his head at her, the spark in his eyes clearly saying he's still in the mood to tease her. "So you want to come over to hose him but then let my cock take care of your urges? I don't know, I feel like I'm being used here."
“Ohhh, there’s an idea…” Midge rests a hand on his chest.
She gasps at his accusation, even though she knows he’s teasing her. “I hosed you too, did I not? If I had kept going, I think I would have been the one taking care of you.”
Don’t think she didn’t notice that you were about 5 seconds away from a boner, Jaskier.
"You liked that?" Jaskier's eyebrows raise in surprise, but he's definitely not complaining. "I'll start searching for a hat, then." Another excuse to go shopping, yay.
Now it's Jaskier's turn to gasp dramatically. "Me?! Thinking of fucking you right there in the garden if my family hadn't been around? Of hosing you back to see your nipples peeking through your dress?" He shakes his head. "Never!"
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Midge's words make him look at Ciri too, and he smiles softly when he sees her chat with another girl on the neighboring horse. "Yeah, she is. Thanks for today, by the way. I know how she can be." He pecks Midge's cheek. "I wasn't expecting her to corner you like that earlier."
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“It’s okay. I didn’t mind answering her questions, though I’m not sure if anything that I said was helpful.” Midge shrugs. “Most teenagers won’t even ask. I was flattered that she did.”
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"Yeah, I was surprised she did. But I'm glad she's finding people to open up to." He tilts his head. "There's nothing I need to worry about, is there?"
He doesn't need details, as curious as he is - he meant the part about keeping his mouth shut. But at least, he wants to know if there's something he needs to keep an eye out for.
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"I see. Thank you, dear." He can't kiss her like this, so he just playfully squeezes her in his hug. "You're right, our world wasn't kind either. But even if this world accepted such a thing, I wouldn't want her to have kids before she even understood who she is and what she wants in life."
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“She shouldn’t have children until she’s ready for them,” Midge agrees. “Children should be planned, not accidents.” She picks her head up to look at Jaskier again. “She’s got so many opportunities here, like college.”
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And it's been pretty fucking hard to keep her on that path.
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“What happened to her parents?”
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"I've been wondering when you'd catch up on that," he replies as blue eyes keep looking at Ciri, who has made a new friend. "I call her princess because she is - her grandmother was a queen. Her kingdom is gone - the empire attacked and killed most of her people. That's the war I mentioned. It's a miracle that she's alive."
Of course, the issue of her actual parents is more complicated than that. But it's not Jaskier's story to tell; he's already said a lot.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone. I mean it, Midge. It's well-known back in our world, but we've been trying to start over here. If any of our enemies arrive, she'd be in danger. Ciri may not be their biological daughter, and Geralt and Yennefer may not be legally married - but they're all linked by a magical bond." If destiny, a djinn, and the law of surprise can be called that anyway. "So that's the story we're sticking to here. The government already gives us enough trouble over the lack of paperwork. It's terrifying to think what they'd do if they knew we lacked the legal stuff at home, too."
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She knows what it’s like to be part of a people who were nearly hunted to extinction, even if she didn’t experience it personally.
“And where do you come in, my cheeky bard? As a longtime friend of Geralt’s?”
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"Little old me?" he asks with a snort. "I was the bard hired for the betrothal party of Ciri's mother. I dragged Geralt to the party with me, hoping he'd have fun for a change." And he needed a bodyguard, but details. "That night, everyone learned that Ciri's mother was pregnant because she puked on Geralt's boots."
Sometimes he wonders if he could've done anything that day to prevent what would happen later. But then again, he's just a bard.
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“Been there,” Midge replies. “When I was pregnant with Ethan, I threw up on Mama’s couch. She wasn’t pleased.”
The carousel slows to a stop and Midge hops off of Jaskier’s lap before offering him her hand in order to help him off of the horse. She smiles at Ciri as they exit the ride.
“Did you like it?”
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"Yes! It was more fun than I expected," Ciri answers while she keeps looking behind her. The other girl she just met is waiting nearby, looking rather nervous. Ciri is nervous, too. She fidgets. "Err... would it be alright if... I just made a new friend, and she mentioned the boats on the lake--"
Jaskier smiles softly and takes the pie box from her hands. "Go. Have fun. We'll meet here in an hour, understood?" Ciri squeals a yes and hugs Jaskier before running back to her new friend. He keeps an eye on them until he's sure they're on a boat without anyone creepy following them.
"How about you and I use this hour on a different kind of horse?" he asks Midge while indicating the carriages that tour Central Park.
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She grins at Jaskier’s suggestion. “That sounds excellent. Then I’ll really feel like royalty. I’ll have to practice my wave.”
After paying for the ride, Jaskier helps Midge into the carriage. She snuggles up close to him as the carriage takes off. “Alone at last.”
Not quite. They’re still in the middle of a public park, and Midge doesn’t consider herself to be an exhibitionist.
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They cuddle on one end of the seat, so Jaskier drops the gift bag and the pie box on the other end to free his arms. Now he can hold Midge as close as possible, burying his nose in her hair as he relaxes. This is really nice.
"Indeed. Now we just need to pinch the horse to make it run as fast as possible. We shall escape the city and say that the horse kidnapped us."
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She hums as she cuddles against him. “Oh is that what you’ll tell everyone. Today has been really nice. I love being out with you and getting to hold your hand.”
It’s so nice to not have to pretend anymore that she doesn’t love him.
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His expression softens at her words, and gentle fingers raise her chin so he can kiss her properly, watchers be damned. "Today has been fantastic. Well, except for that part where you ogled my best friend in front of his wife," he teases. It's clearly a joke; he doesn't mind if Midge looks at other men. It's healthy. He kisses her again before reciting- "So I just held your hand—warm like a heavy blanket and evidently bigger than mine. Enveloping my hand in the most comfortable of ways, like some missing puzzle piece that was bound to be together no matter what."
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“The Queen seems alright,” Midge says. “She’s young. I also want to spend five minutes in her hat closet.”
The kiss is lovely and Midge tilts her head as it deepens, though they keep it brief so as not to get carried away. She snorts softly at his words. “He was nearly naked and soaking wet. It was hard not to look.” Jaskier seems quite casual about it and Midge hopes she can act the same way when he flirts with other women — or men. “I very much enjoyed looking at you too.”
“My hand is not bigger than yours,” Midge tells him. She places her hand flat on top of his.
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Getting to tease someone else for ogling at Geralt is still something a bit unbelievable. Back in his world, Geralt was feared, and young (and very horny) Jaskier was very frustrated at people for not seeing how attractive his best friend was.
"And yet you hosed him first. I know who your favorite is now." The comment about their hands makes him laugh. He squeezes her fingers and brings them to his mouth to kiss them. "It's an old one, I admit. But you could see it as metaphorically - your love is enough to make me feel enveloped by you regardlessss of our size difference."
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“When else would I have gotten a chance to do that? I saw an opportunity and I took it.” Surely Jaskier can understand that. “You’re still my love, though. The man I want to envelop like a blanket.”
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"Hosing Gealt? That's a once-a-week event at minimum." Another chuckle. Oh, he definitely understands, he's just being a little shit. "I know, dear, I know. Teasing you just happens to be lots of fun. You are my blanket. Or you should be, but you're ignoring my lap at the moment." Wink~
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Midge smirks back at him. “In that case, let me know which day you usually do it so that I’ll know to conveniently come over.” Scooting over, she climbs into Jaskier’s lap. “There. Is that better?”
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Maybe.As soon as Midge gets comfortable on his lap, he wraps his arms around her and grins. "Much better." He kisses her softly before tilting his head at her, the spark in his eyes clearly saying he's still in the mood to tease her. "So you want to come over to hose him but then let my cock take care of your urges? I don't know, I feel like I'm being used here."
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She gasps at his accusation, even though she knows he’s teasing her. “I hosed you too, did I not? If I had kept going, I think I would have been the one taking care of you.”
Don’t think she didn’t notice that you were about 5 seconds away from a boner, Jaskier.
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Now it's Jaskier's turn to gasp dramatically. "Me?! Thinking of fucking you right there in the garden if my family hadn't been around? Of hosing you back to see your nipples peeking through your dress?" He shakes his head. "Never!"
Whatever you say, Jaskier.
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