“Hmmm…” Midge pretends to think. “That’s a tough choice. I think ultimately, your ass is the nicer one.” Reaching down, she gives it a subtle squeeze. “Quite plump, even though you’re a skinny guy.”
“This is child abuse,” Ciri groans.
With a laugh, the three of them get on the train that has just stopped in front of them. It’s approaching rush hour and the car is nearly full. There are two seats left, which means that Midge ends up sitting on Jaskier’s lap.
“How do we always end up in these compromising positions?”
Jaskier jumps in surprise when she squeezes his butt, not expecting her to get like that in public. He's definitely not complaining, though, he's laughing. He enjoys PDA in general but also because he's always happy to have a woman show interest in a man's butt. It's not something they usually take note of.
"I'd call it good luck," Jaskier replies and kisses her cheek.
"I'd call it bad manners," an old man sitting next to them cuts in. "A proper gentleman would let the lady sit."
Before Jaskier can say anything, Ciri snaps back. "Uncle Jaskier is the greatest gentleman. He's also a loving person and you're just jealous that you have nobody to hug."
The old man lets out a very offended noise and he ignores Ciri to talk to the couple. "And you're passing your awful manners to your niece as well, I see."
Midge has definitely noticed Jaskier’s butt. She’d noticed it before they even slept together. As much as they joke about Geralt, Midge couldn’t be happier with Jaskier’s physique. He’s gorgeous, in her eyes.
It’s surprising how fast Ciri jumps to their defense. Her response is a little rude, but it’s also pretty funny. It’s not her place to scold Ciri, so Midge won’t do it.
“Thank you for your concern,” she tells the man, “both for my comfort and for his niece. I assure you that both of us are fine.”
Jaskier isn't surprised by Ciri's rudeness, since she used to be around her grandmother, and now she's surrounded by three adults who don't like taking any shit either. However, he is surprised by her defense of the couple's PDA, and it warms his heart. It proves that most of the time, she's just a normal teenager dealing with her family.
"Concern? Is that what we are calling it now?" Jaskier asks with a snort. "I'll tell you what I've 'passed' to her: not to let zealots define her life. I couldn't be prouder right now."
Ciri sits a little straighter with a smile on her face, happy that she got Jaskier's approval.
"If you want to talk manners," Jaskier adds with a snappy tone. "Let's start with yours, since apparently you weren't taught not to put your nose on other people's business."
“She shouldn’t be sitting on your lap in public,” the old man says. “There are children here. I’m trying to protect them from having to see any filth.”
“Trust me,” Midge responds, “you don’t have to worry. This is far too much of an audience for us.” She turns back to Jaskier. “At least 10 people too many, don’t you think?”
Jaskier grins, loving the strategy. "And for free? Yeah, not happening."
Ciri covers her mouth, mixed between laughing and thinking this is gross. The old man begins to grumble and calls them a bunch of things like degenerates as he leaves his seat to go to another car.
"What a jerk," Ciri says.
Jaskier looks fondly at her. "Thank you, dear. That was brave of you."
“Definitely not. Tickets to our show are $10 a pop.”
Thank God the man just leaves. Midge wasn’t really in the mood to deal with him. Despite the fact that another seat has opened up, she stays in Jaskier’s lap.
“That was a very quick response,” Midge says to Ciri. She can’t help but admire that.
After a moment, she turns to Jaskier. “People probably would pay to watch us fuck.”
"They absolutely would," Jaskier agrees with a nod, his arms tightening around her. She obviously doesn't have any intentions to move, but still. "We should probably charge a little more, though. After all, we are the two hottest and most talented people in this city."
"Ugh, don't make me regret defending you," Ciri says. She stares at the empty seat and considers putting space between them, but another person takes it. The man keeps glancing at them, maybe considering buying tickets for this imaginary show.
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Ciri has already gotten her ticket, so Jaskier gets one for himself and one for Midge. He keeps an arm around her while they wait for the train.
"Mine is cuter, his is firmer. And more scarred."
Ciri frowns. "Why do you know--" She shakes her head. "Forget it, I don't want to know."
Hope you don’t mind me taking over Ciri for a sec
“This is child abuse,” Ciri groans.
With a laugh, the three of them get on the train that has just stopped in front of them. It’s approaching rush hour and the car is nearly full. There are two seats left, which means that Midge ends up sitting on Jaskier’s lap.
“How do we always end up in these compromising positions?”
no at all!
"I'd call it good luck," Jaskier replies and kisses her cheek.
"I'd call it bad manners," an old man sitting next to them cuts in. "A proper gentleman would let the lady sit."
Before Jaskier can say anything, Ciri snaps back. "Uncle Jaskier is the greatest gentleman. He's also a loving person and you're just jealous that you have nobody to hug."
The old man lets out a very offended noise and he ignores Ciri to talk to the couple. "And you're passing your awful manners to your niece as well, I see."
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It’s surprising how fast Ciri jumps to their defense. Her response is a little rude, but it’s also pretty funny. It’s not her place to scold Ciri, so Midge won’t do it.
“Thank you for your concern,” she tells the man, “both for my comfort and for his niece. I assure you that both of us are fine.”
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"Concern? Is that what we are calling it now?" Jaskier asks with a snort. "I'll tell you what I've 'passed' to her: not to let zealots define her life. I couldn't be prouder right now."
Ciri sits a little straighter with a smile on her face, happy that she got Jaskier's approval.
"If you want to talk manners," Jaskier adds with a snappy tone. "Let's start with yours, since apparently you weren't taught not to put your nose on other people's business."
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“Trust me,” Midge responds, “you don’t have to worry. This is far too much of an audience for us.” She turns back to Jaskier. “At least 10 people too many, don’t you think?”
Maybe she can shock this guy into shutting up.
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Ciri covers her mouth, mixed between laughing and thinking this is gross. The old man begins to grumble and calls them a bunch of things like degenerates as he leaves his seat to go to another car.
"What a jerk," Ciri says.
Jaskier looks fondly at her. "Thank you, dear. That was brave of you."
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Thank God the man just leaves. Midge wasn’t really in the mood to deal with him. Despite the fact that another seat has opened up, she stays in Jaskier’s lap.
“That was a very quick response,” Midge says to Ciri. She can’t help but admire that.
After a moment, she turns to Jaskier. “People probably would pay to watch us fuck.”
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"Ugh, don't make me regret defending you," Ciri says. She stares at the empty seat and considers putting space between them, but another person takes it. The man keeps glancing at them, maybe considering buying tickets for this imaginary show.