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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.

“Did you like it?”

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.

“Have fun!” Midge calls after her. It’s nice that Ciri has made a friend — and she and Jaskier can have a bit of alone time to cuddle.

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.

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!"

Whatever you say, Jaskier.

“Hat only sex?” Midge shrugs. “Why not? I’m sure you’ve done stranger things.” And if it gets him to wear a hat, all the better.

“Of course not!” She replies. “You would never dream of getting me soaking wet and then stripping off my dress and bending me over some lawn furniture. Such a dirty thought would never cross your mind.”

"Oh, I've definitely done way weirder," he replies with obvious amusement. "Does 'hat sex' mean you'll keep your hat on, too?"

Part of him wonders if the driver can hear anything they're saying. Jaskier doesn't mind, he's just curious. He wishes he could see the guy's face.

"Of course not!" He copies her answer on purpose before burying his nose in her ear. "I would fuck you with the wet dress on just to make you shiver more."

“If you want,” she replies.

Midge can only hope that the carriage drivers are like the taxi drivers in NYC: they hear all kinds of things and aren’t fazed by any of it.

Midge genuinely gasps at Jaskier’s comment, a little shiver going through her body at the thought. “You love to do that, don’t you?”

"We have a deal, then." He's never had hat sex, gotta add it to the list of experiences.

"Mayhaps," he says with a grin. That means he indeed does enjoy making her shiver. "I love getting reactions out of you. They make you so pretty. And-- liberating, too? You tell me."

“Nobody has ever made me feel the way that you do in bed,” Midge confirms. She had some good sex with Joel, but it wasn’t like how it is with Jaskier. The two of them are so intense. It’s like fire and gasoline when they’re together. “You’ve shown me things that I never knew before.”

His smile widens and his eyes spark with excitement, a mix of his ego getting stroked and genuinely being happy for her.

"Good. Because that's what you deserve." He kisses her softly. "I want you to explore everything. I want you to embrace your desires. I want you to be happy. I want you to let go of society's shackles. I want you to be yourself."

He’s truly her most exciting lover, that’s for sure. Not that that should really come as a surprise. Jaskier is extremely open when it comes to sex. Far more open than most people that she’s met. Many people would think he’s a degenerate. Midge doesn’t see it that way.

“Are you sure it’s not because it makes you horny to corrupt me?” She teases.

"Both things can be true," he replies after laughing. He then kisses her again, letting it linger for a few seconds. "To be fair, I wish everyone had this, even if I'm not there to do the corrupting. It's how the world should be."

He looks at the lake and smiles at Ciri rowing for her new friend, showing off that training of hers. "I hope she grows up without shame for who she is."

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(by Agatha F)

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