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Jaskier rolls his eyes. "He claims I've continuously stunk since we met."

"Because you have," Geralt grumbles.

Just to annoy him more, Jaskier takes some Midge's pie slice with his fork and feeds it to her while batting his eyelashes like an idiot.

“I believe it though.”

Midge hums in delight and slowly eats the bit of pie off of the fork, licking it afterwards. “Thank you, my love.” Just to really lay it on thick, she leans in and softly kisses his lips.

Jaskier happily kisses her back, which of course gets a frustrated groan from Ciri.

"Good night," Geralt growls. "Both of you."

"You know," Jaskier replies as he stands up and offers his hand for Midge to do the same. "For someone who spent his day fucking, you sure are in a bad mood."

Ciri complains about the comment and Geralt throws his napkin at him, so Jaskier squeezes Midge's hand and drags her out while laughing pretty hard. Reaching the bottom of the stairs means they can't be seen from the table, so Jaskier pushes Midge against the wall and kisses her thoroughly. He's been waiting to do this all fucking day!

Geralt’s a little scary when he’s mad. Fortunately, she and Jaskier are leaving the table. “Thanks for having me,” she calls while Jaskier leads her away.

The kiss is very welcome, and Midge opens her mouth against his. Similarly, spending the day with him meant wanting him but never getting to have him. Midge is glad to finally sate her desires.

Jaskier's starving for her taste, and he doesn't stop kissing her until he hears the chairs moving at the table. Calloused hands move quickly to wrap her legs around his waist and take her upstairs.

"Missed you," he whispers with affection. "And if we fall, I'm blaming it on you."

She kisses him back with equal fervor, her mouth opening hungrily against his while her hands sift through his hair. Midge doesn’t stop kissing him when he lifts her up, though she makes a noise of protest at his comment.

“How would that be my fault? You’re the one driving this car.”

"You keep distracting me with all those kisses, missy. And the hands in my hair. And by looking so alluring."

Just establishing facts, though, definitely not complaining. He keeps kissing her until they reach his bedroom, and now he can finally do what he's been dreaming about for a while: throw Midge on his very own bed, laughing in delight.

After kissing her nose, he moves to close the door and put an amulet on the handle that activates Yen's spell. Then he leans against it and just admires the view with a big smile on his face, blue eyes full of affection and desire.

"Fuck, you look so good on my bed. I want to keep you there."

Technically, she’s been in his bed before, though not like this. She looks up at him with a seductive smile.

Midge laughs when Jaskier puts the amulet on the door. “Just announce to the world that you’re fucking, I guess.”

Her grin is as big as his when he returns. “You have me all night,” she says, then pauses, putting a hand out. “If you think you can contain yourself for a few minutes, I want to change into my outfit for you.”

"As if they didn't already know," he replies with a wink.

Jaskier immediately takes her hand to both kiss and nuzzle it. His grin grows when she mentions her idea. "I'd love that, love," he says as he helps her up. "My closet is all yours."

It's a walk-in closet, so Midge can have some privacy in order to surprise him. While she changes, Jaskier takes off a few things: shoes, socks, belt, and vest. The rest he leaves on for Midge to 'unwrap', including his tie in case she wants to pull it - but he does loosen the knot a little.

“We made it kind of obvious, didn’t we?”

Taking her suitcase, Midge gapes when she looks into Jaskier’s closet. “This is huge! I’m so jealous!” Midge’s wardrobe can’t be contained in her bedroom closet. She’s mostly taken over her children’s closet too, with some things also in storage.

She closes the door and changes into her lingerie. Last time, she picked Jaskier’s favorite colors. This time, she picked hers.

After about ten minutes, she emerges from the closet in a red lingerie set, complete with the stockings and garter belt. The pieces are separate, so he can choose to take off or leave on whatever he wishes.

Midge turns around so that he can see the back — and her ass. “What do you think?” she asks, looking coyly over her shoulder at him.

"You should see Yennefer's," he replies with clear amusement. It's thanks to her magic that they have these closets, after all. "I'll be able to tell if one of my shirts is missing, by the way."

He wouldn't be surprised if Midge used her new extra-big suitcase to fill it with his shirts.

Jaskier gasps when she comes out, looking absolutely stunning. He can already feel his blood warming up as he rushes to hug her from behind, letting his hands roam all over her body and burying his nose in her neck. The fabric is soft and makes for an amazing contrast on their skin, it also frames Midge's curves perfectly and Jaskier is eager to devour her. The sparkling sequins are a nice touch.

"Fuck, Midge. You look magnificent . A beauty painted with the color of passion." He drops kisses on Midge's neck until she reaches her ear. "Red like your scarlet blood, your juicy cherry, your plump lips, your red wine."

“Oh, so you know the exact number of shirts that you have?” she calls from the closet. He probably does.

His reaction to her is perfect and Midge squeals when he throws his arms around her. “So poetic, even when you’re horny. I’m glad you like it.”

She leans her head back to expose more of her neck to his kisses and reaches up to thread her fingers in his hair again.

"You don't know how many dresses you have?" He refuses to believe she doesn't.

Jaskier's hands keep on exploring, pulling Midge as close as possible to simply enjoy the sensations of their bodies pressed into each other. He hums in delight when her fingers grab his hair, and he drops a few more kisses on her neck before gently guiding Midge to his large mirror.

"The most beautiful and talented couple in the city," he says as a way to reference their little joke in the subway. Fucking for a public may've been teasing, but Jaskier truly believes they're the hottest and that people would indeed pay to see them fuck.

"Look at you. So gorgeous. So perfect. Such an erotic image." His hands caress her thighs, making their way up to squeeze her butt. "Delightful curves for my fingers to lose themselves in. A perky arse for my cock to thrust against." He's definitely getting hard. Calloused fingers move up and squeeze her breasts. "The most marvelous tits to suck like the thirstiest man."

“Not exactly!” There are too many to count.

There’s a little gasp from her when they move in front of the mirror. “Yes, we are,” Midge agrees, “but this sight is only for us.” She sighs as he starts to caress her, feeling her heart pound at his words.

“You really think so?” she asks. Midge knows that she’s pretty, but she’s got insecurities like any other woman. After giving birth to two children, she’s not as confident as she might have been before that.

"So possessive," he teases with a chuckle. "If I blink, I'll find you sitting on the drums during the wedding party." Just keeping her cousins away from her man.

"You don't?" He asks with genuine surprise. "You're naturally pretty, but you also put a lot of effort into going from pretty to striking. You know what you have, and how to show it off. And I like that. There's something inherently erotic about a woman who embraces her beauty with grace but also pride."

Jaskier kisses her shoulders before falling to his knees - he's still bigger than her, so he doesn't disappear completely, but he thinks this is enough to get the desired effect: he wants Midge to be the thing in the mirror, for her to truly look at herself.

His hands continue to roam as he drops kisses on her back. His fingers sometimes sneak to the front to squeeze her tits again or caress her belly.

"Their ears hear your jokes, but their eyes devour you. They wish they could give you an orgasm worthy of the stage." Calloused fingers wrap around her thighs to keep her in place, and Jaskier lowers his body more to sit on his heels. Now he can kiss both her buttcheeks and even nibble on one to make a cute little hickey.

“Can’t have them noticing how hot you look with no shirt on,” she murmurs. “Though I’m not sure why your shirt would be off…” Doesn’t matter, the point stands. He’s hers.

“Jaskier…” His compliments are beautiful to hear, as is the sight of him dropping to his knees behind her. Midge’s eyes focus on her own form now, and she guesses that he’s right. She does put a lot of work into her appearance, and it seems to be paying off.

A soft moan escapes her when he starts to nibble on her ass. It’s hard to touch him when he’s behind her, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try. Reaching back, Midge digs her hands in his hair again, tugging on it this time.

Her moan is beautiful music for his ears, and he moans in return when she tugs his hair. Fuck, he loves the feeling of her nails on his skin. His hands separate her buttcheeks just enough to bury his tongue and lick down until he makes it to her cunt. Tasting both her skin and the lingerie drives his senses crazy.

As his hands return to her thighs to hold her in place, he licks the fabric covering her entrance, just short little movements to start teasing her as foreplay.

"Tell me what you see, love."

The moan is louder when he starts to explore her with his tongue and she shudders as he moves down between her legs. Her panties are already wet; she’s been wet all day thinking about him. Midge tries to shift, wanting his tongue on her clit, but his hands are holding her hips fast.

“I see… a dark-haired woman. Pretty. Full lips… Porcelain skin. Dressed in something she never thought she’d wear, but it looks good on her. The man she’s wearing it for loves how it looks. He makes her feel incredibly sexy and he’s able to turn her on with just a look. Her nipples are already hard and her cunt is already wet for him.”

Jaskier's already fully hard, which is not surprising: he can taste and smell Midge's arousal, and that always tickles his brain with the most sensual delight. His lips can't stop smiling against her cunt as he hears the description - he loves hearing Midge admit she's doing something she never thought she'd do and that he makes her feel good about herself. It's exactly what she needs.

His teeth pull the panties to the side so his tongue can lap her folds, but it only lasts a second before he pulls away.

"Hard nipples, mmh? Would you play with them for me? I'm a little busy down here."

He then spreads her legs before lying down on the floor, crawling between her feet before resting on his back. Midge will see his head peeking out at the front with a huge grin.

"You've been standing for too long, dear." He taps his chin. "Take a seat."

Her moan is deep and full of need when she feels him take her panties in his teeth. The tease of his tongue leaves her feeling delightfully frustrated. Midge loves it.

Doing as he asks, she caresses her hard nipples through the sheer fabric of the lingerie, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers.

Midge huffs a laugh when Jaskier asks her to sit down on his face. She carefully gets down on her knees, straddling his head. “Let me know if I need to get up,” she tells him.

Gently, she lowers herself onto his mouth.

"I don't want you to ever get up," he teases. His hands immediately land on her thighs to caress them and he makes a show of licking his lips before talking again. "Hands on your tits, eyes on the mirror."

He drops a few kisses on her inner thighs before his mouth finally dives in, eager to feast as usual. His arms wrap around her thighs to help her stay in place as he pleasures her, her fluids wetting half of his face. Jaskier drinks it all with gusto, humming in delight as he alternates between licking her folds and sucking on her clit. Blue eyes stay open to admire every reaction and make sure she's following the two little rules he's asked for.

Midge does as he requests, cupping her breasts in her hands and teasing her hardened nipples. There’s something very erotic about watching herself in the mirror while he pleasures her, especially when she can gaze at the bottom of it and see the reflection of his head between her legs. She shudders in bliss at the sensation of his tongue on her folds and clit. He’s taking his time, working her up slowly. As aroused as she is, she’s not going to come right away.

“Jaskier…” she murmurs as she gently rocks her hips against his face.

Jaskier moans against her cunt when she starts rocking, loving every second of it. His hands leave her thighs and cup her butt instead, squeezing it lightly as he encourages the rocking.

"That's it, love." He takes a short break to talk, but he doesn't move his face away - he wants her to feel all the vibrations of his voice right on her sensitive parts. "Take your pleasure. Claim it. Look at the gorgeous woman in the mirror and let her conquer."

The sentence is punctuated by his tongue coming out again, licking her with more energy this time. It glides between her folds over and over as he opens his mouth, devouring her with ardor. Soon he stops at her clit, sucking it as if his life depended on it.

Fuck, Jaskier is incredible at this. The things he says have never been said to her by any man, but they light a fire in her belly. Midge groans and reaches down to grip his hair with one hand before grinding her hips on top of him.

“Yes… please… fuck, I want it, Jaskier…”

Her eyes meet his for a split second and the orgasm explodes inside of her. Her loud moans ring off the walls of his bedroom as he thighs stutter against his face. She rides it out for a long time, wave after wave, until they finally start to wane and she slumps back, sated for the moment.

Once again, Jaskier lets out a loud moan against her cunt, this one longer and louder. The grip in his hair make his whole body shiver, the grinding makes his hips desperately thrust the air. He never stops eating her out, helping her ride the orgasm until the very end. Every second of it is a work of art, from her beautiful expression to the music of her moans.

He didn't lie when he said he likes her on top of him, so when she slumps back, he doesn't move - he rubs her thighs and hums a little tune to gently guide her back to reality.

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