Midge grins at him, not a bit ashamed. “Our love is so passionate that it cannot by contained by the typical senses. It must be smelled as well. I’m just here to get some water.”
She edges past Geralt and gets two cups to fill with water. Midge happens to get a look at herself in the mirror: her hair is messy and her lipstick is smudged. Not thoroughly fucked yet, but on the way to it.
Geralt sighs. The lack of shame, the sassiness. It's all very familiar.
"You're turning into him," he says. Or maybe she always was and that's why they get along. Who the fuck knows. "I'll be in my fucking grave and still smell his cum." He shakes his head. "Good night."
“Oh, just be happy for him,” Midge says as she fills the glasses of water. His friends don’t seem terribly happy for him. Maybe they think this is just a temporary thing. That thought is kind of depressing.
Water in hand, she follows Geralt into the hallway. “Good night.”
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"I'm afraid that you'll abuse your new magical suitcase and I'll be missing my entire wardrobe in the morning."
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“I guess then you’ll be forced to be naked. What a pity.” Leaning down, Midge gives him a light peck on the lips. “Be right back.”
She leaves the bedroom, shutting the door behind her, and walks down the hallway, smiling to herself a humming a little tune.
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"Humming won't cover the smell," he tells her. It's only half a joke.
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She edges past Geralt and gets two cups to fill with water. Midge happens to get a look at herself in the mirror: her hair is messy and her lipstick is smudged. Not thoroughly fucked yet, but on the way to it.
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"You're turning into him," he says. Or maybe she always was and that's why they get along. Who the fuck knows. "I'll be in my fucking grave and still smell his cum." He shakes his head. "Good night."
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“Oh, just be happy for him,” Midge says as she fills the glasses of water. His friends don’t seem terribly happy for him. Maybe they think this is just a temporary thing. That thought is kind of depressing.
Water in hand, she follows Geralt into the hallway. “Good night.”