Another very offended gasp. "Now you think I need magic to woo people? The nerve! The audacity!"
Jaskier sits up so he can use both hands to tickle Midge, paying attention to what spots make her squirm the most. Ciri moves the pie out of the way before answering. "You have to be born with it. Not everyone can learn."
She squeals again and laughs, throwing her arms around Jaskier and trying to pull him to her in order to stop the ticking. Midge presses her lips to his and the rest of his face.
Once he’s distracted by enough kisses that he stops ticking her, Midge gently pulls away so that she can answer Ciri.
“So, sadly, we’ll never be anything but plain boring humans?” She’s okay with that.
"Oi, that's- hey, stop- that's cheating!" But damn, he does like kisses, and happily takes her mouth in his to kiss her properly. He only stops when Ciri clears her throat.
"I don't know," she answers with a shrug. "Many strange people keep coming from different worlds. Maybe one of them can do something magical to you? Or maybe you can get bitten by a vampire."
"Oh, becoming a vampire would destroy her," Jaskier teases. "Her makeup and dresses wouldn't match her pale skin."
“Oh, that sounds like fun,” Midge replies jokingly.
She turns and gives Jaskier a look. “Are you kidding? I already have pale skin and it looks fantastic. As a matter of fact, stay where you are. You’re blocking the sun for me.”
Both Ciri and Jaskier laugh. "You've never seen a vampire," Ciri says.
"You have normal skin. Not pale like the dead skin." He decides to stay seated and brings Midge's upper body to rest on his lap. He's slightly bent over to pet her head, providing the shadow she wants. "So that's all I am to you? An umbrella?"
"That I do believe," he agrees. Midge could make anything look good, but he still had to tease her about the loss of her current wardrobe. This is followed by another exaggerated gasp. "If you shall have me as your personal whore, the least you could do is pay me! I'm being scammed here!"
Ciri pulls a face as she lets out a heartfelt ugh, stretching the u a little. "I'm going to ask the bird people if they take newbies." She runs down the hill, eager to escape all the dirty talk.
“We scared her off,” Midge says. “Poor girl can’t bear to think of you having sex.” Again, Midge doesn’t really blame her.
She lays her head fully in Jaskier’s lap and looks up at him. “I think you would be my personal whore for free, so long as I kept making you come again and again.”
Jaskier chuckles. "You should see her face when she realizes that Geralt and Yennefer are having a shower at the same time."
He gives her room so she can get herself comfortable and continues to pet her head, softly smiling down at her. She looks so pretty on his lap, and the matching colors of their outfits are a great extra touch. "Mmmh, I don't know, it still sounds like I'm being used here. My hands give me orgasms too, you know."
"Now you're just fishing for compliments," he teases while his thumb gently brushes her lips and pokes her nose. "Have I told you that I gave my bedroom mirror a good polish? We can use it together tonight." His tone is full of innuendo. "To try on clothes, of course."
“Of course,” Midge replies, a smirk on her mouth and a pinkish hue on her cheeks. “You want to see me wearing one of your frilly shirts again, don’t you?” The last one was very comfortable.
Her pulse quickens at the idea of watching their fucking in the mirror. That’s been a fantasy of hers for a long time. Jaskier has a large mirror, to no one’s surprise.
"That too," he admits with a wink. It's a bad idea to discuss this in public - he can see her cheeks blushing, and who knows what his own body will do next. Yet he loves this thrill. "I'd offer to put on your panties in return, but I don't think my thighs will fit through those petite holes."
She snorts lightly. “No, I don’t think those muscular thighs would fit.” Said thighs are making for a wonderful pillow right now. “I have some lingerie to wear for you. I’m sure that’s what you want to use the mirror for, right? Admiring how I look?”
Midge kisses his hand again. “I’ve missed you. It’s only been a few days, but you know I’m completely addicted to you.”
"You're wearing it under the dress?" Jaskier asks with raised eyebrows as his pulse quickens. "Fuck. I want to have you so badly right now."
Thankfully, she successfully changes the conversation to something less dirty. He bends over and kisses her lips softly. "I've missed you, too. Once my classes are over, it'll be really hard not to kidnap you every day."
“I’m actually not, if that calms you down a bit.” Way too impractical for going around the city. “Since I’m spending the night, I brought some clothes and toiletries in the suitcase.” And Yennefer has enchanted it to hold even more. Midge can’t wait.
She runs her fingers through his hair. “I’d be very happy to be kidnapped by you. Where would you take me?”
"You left your lingerie with Yennefer?" He's both amused and appalled. "I'm sorry, I can't fuck you in it anymore. My cock will drop or something."
He's not serious. Maybe.
A mischievous grin takes over his face at her question. "You mean besides my bed?" Just a tease. "Well--"
"I don't like that face," Ciri suddenly announces from a safe distance. She's squinting her eyes. "Is it not safe to approach?"
Jaskier laughs and kisses Midge's forehead before fixing his posture, stretching his arms above his head. "It's alright, princess, come over. I'm guessing it's time to go home?"
“Why does that matter?” Midge asks. “It’s not like she put it on. Hopefully.” Would she put some kind of enchantment on it? Surely not.
She’s listening intently to exactly what Jaskier wants to do to her when they’re interrupted by Ciri. Kids. Midge reluctantly sits up and stretches. “What did the bird watchers have to say?”
"You just like giving me the weirdest mental images, don't you?" Jaskier decides he shall not tell Midge that he saw Yennefer's tits before Geralt did.
Ciri shows Midge a flyer that the bird watchers gave her while answering. "They were all very shy but also friendly, and said they're always open to new members. They want to hear about birds from our world."
"Oh dear, they'll be disappointed by that," he replies as he stands up and helps Midge do the same. "Unless they want stories about harpies."
The flyer details when they’ll be in the park. “Ooh, harpies,” Midge says as she gathers their things, including the pie. “Shrieking bird women? We have them here too. They’re not real, of course.”
She takes Jaskier’s arm as they walk down the hill. “Maybe Geralt can make some friends?”
"Yep, the very same. Your stories may not be real, but don't be surprised if harpies start showing up through the portals like the other monsters," Jaskier points out.
Ciri throws the flyer in her uncle's gift bag before taking the pie from Midge. She wants to prove she's responsible so they'll let her go out alone more. "I hope so, too! They were so quiet and shy, I think he'll get along with them."
"A group of people sitting around in silence. Geralt's ultimate dream. We'll never be able to make him speak again." He's joking. He likes the idea of Geralt joining this club too.
"As if they didn't nag too," Ciri complains. She may be young, but she's already dealt with so much bullshit from guys. "They act tough but then they cry like babies when they get sick."
Jaskier bites his lip not to laugh. Ciri is absolutely right, but it's hard to show support when he knows he isn't the best patient either. He doesn't want this anger redirected at him.
"Let's take the subway," Jaskier replies as he takes out his device to text Geralt and let him know they're on their way back. "It'll give the happy couple more time to put clothes on."
Midge grins. “Someone has taught her well.” She imagines that Yennefer takes exactly zero shit from men.
“Subway adventure it is,” she replies. “The station is two blocks away.” Turning to Jaskier, she nods. “I was going to suggest that. I’d hate for us to walk in the door only to see Geralt’s pale ass.”
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Midge squeals when Jaskier starts poking at her. Giggling, she bats at his hands. “Stop! Stop! I’m a plain boring human too.”
She turns back to Ciri. “Still honing your skills? I’m surprised that Jaskier hasn’t learned any magic. The better to woo people with.”
And to think, he bewitched her without any magic at all.
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Jaskier sits up so he can use both hands to tickle Midge, paying attention to what spots make her squirm the most. Ciri moves the pie out of the way before answering. "You have to be born with it. Not everyone can learn."
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Once he’s distracted by enough kisses that he stops ticking her, Midge gently pulls away so that she can answer Ciri.
“So, sadly, we’ll never be anything but plain boring humans?” She’s okay with that.
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"I don't know," she answers with a shrug. "Many strange people keep coming from different worlds. Maybe one of them can do something magical to you? Or maybe you can get bitten by a vampire."
"Oh, becoming a vampire would destroy her," Jaskier teases. "Her makeup and dresses wouldn't match her pale skin."
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She turns and gives Jaskier a look. “Are you kidding? I already have pale skin and it looks fantastic. As a matter of fact, stay where you are. You’re blocking the sun for me.”
Having him on top of her is beneficial as usual.
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"You have normal skin. Not pale like the dead skin." He decides to stay seated and brings Midge's upper body to rest on his lap. He's slightly bent over to pet her head, providing the shadow she wants. "So that's all I am to you? An umbrella?"
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“Yes,” she replies. “An umbrella. A pleasure machine.” Sorry Ciri. Midge’s hum is happy when Jaskier strokes her hair.
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Ciri pulls a face as she lets out a heartfelt ugh, stretching the u a little. "I'm going to ask the bird people if they take newbies." She runs down the hill, eager to escape all the dirty talk.
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She lays her head fully in Jaskier’s lap and looks up at him. “I think you would be my personal whore for free, so long as I kept making you come again and again.”
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He gives her room so she can get herself comfortable and continues to pet her head, softly smiling down at her. She looks so pretty on his lap, and the matching colors of their outfits are a great extra touch. "Mmmh, I don't know, it still sounds like I'm being used here. My hands give me orgasms too, you know."
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Midge winks at him, then takes his hand and kisses the back of it.
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Her pulse quickens at the idea of watching their fucking in the mirror. That’s been a fantasy of hers for a long time. Jaskier has a large mirror, to no one’s surprise.
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Midge kisses his hand again. “I’ve missed you. It’s only been a few days, but you know I’m completely addicted to you.”
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Thankfully, she successfully changes the conversation to something less dirty. He bends over and kisses her lips softly. "I've missed you, too. Once my classes are over, it'll be really hard not to kidnap you every day."
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She runs her fingers through his hair. “I’d be very happy to be kidnapped by you. Where would you take me?”
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He's not serious.
Maybe.A mischievous grin takes over his face at her question. "You mean besides my bed?" Just a tease. "Well--"
"I don't like that face," Ciri suddenly announces from a safe distance. She's squinting her eyes. "Is it not safe to approach?"
Jaskier laughs and kisses Midge's forehead before fixing his posture, stretching his arms above his head. "It's alright, princess, come over. I'm guessing it's time to go home?"
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She’s listening intently to exactly what Jaskier wants to do to her when they’re interrupted by Ciri. Kids. Midge reluctantly sits up and stretches. “What did the bird watchers have to say?”
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Ciri shows Midge a flyer that the bird watchers gave her while answering. "They were all very shy but also friendly, and said they're always open to new members. They want to hear about birds from our world."
"Oh dear, they'll be disappointed by that," he replies as he stands up and helps Midge do the same. "Unless they want stories about harpies."
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She takes Jaskier’s arm as they walk down the hill. “Maybe Geralt can make some friends?”
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Ciri throws the flyer in her uncle's gift bag before taking the pie from Midge. She wants to prove she's responsible so they'll let her go out alone more. "I hope so, too! They were so quiet and shy, I think he'll get along with them."
"A group of people sitting around in silence. Geralt's ultimate dream. We'll never be able to make him speak again." He's joking. He likes the idea of Geralt joining this club too.
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“If you ask some men, the harpies are already here, nagging them constantly.” God forbid women express their opinions.
At the bottom of the hill, the three of them walk towards one of the park exits. “Do you want to take a taxi or have a subway adventure,” Midge asks.
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Jaskier bites his lip not to laugh. Ciri is absolutely right, but it's hard to show support when he knows he isn't the best patient either. He doesn't want this anger redirected at him.
"Let's take the subway," Jaskier replies as he takes out his device to text Geralt and let him know they're on their way back. "It'll give the happy couple more time to put clothes on."
"Uuuugh..."
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“Subway adventure it is,” she replies. “The station is two blocks away.” Turning to Jaskier, she nods. “I was going to suggest that. I’d hate for us to walk in the door only to see Geralt’s pale ass.”
Sorry, Ciri.
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Hope you don’t mind me taking over Ciri for a sec
no at all!
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