It's almost a squeal. Jaskier stares at Midge for a second or two, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish. He wasn't prepared for such a question and his first instinct is to say that is a terrible idea, but he can't just go for that answer when she's looking for support and comfort.
"Midge, I--" He takes a deep breath. "You know I want to support you in everything, right? I always want to be there for you when you need me. But this... won't they think I'm pushing you into this? Won't I be an outsider in a family matter?"
"Technically, sure. But I'm trying to inspire you to improve your life. To feel less shame about your choice. I want you to stand up for yourself because you feel it, and because you deserve it. Not just because I'm telling you to."
“I didn’t even realize that there was a problem until you convinced me that there might be one.”
Midge pauses, considering for a moment. “You’re trying not to antagonize them, which is probably for the best. They don’t need any more reasons to dislike you. I’ll figure out how and when I want to speak with them.”
"Oh, come on. You did agree that their comments hurt. I'm just trying to convince you to do something about it."
Jaskier nods at the rest - that makes sense. He doesn't expect her to just drop the topic over lunch tomorrow; it must be difficult to process. Even if she does this alone, he can't help but wonder if they'll blame his influence on her anyway.
After a pause, he cups her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
Midge sighs softly. “Drained,” she replies. It’s probably her own fault for bringing up serious topics on what was supposed to be a fun sexy night, but these are the intimate times when she and Jaskier are able to speak to each other about such things. “I’m going to take off my clothes. Lie with me?”
It's not like he didn't bring up the heavy subjects, too, so they're even. But as draining as it can be, it's a good sign to have someone they feel comfortable discussing these things with.
"Sorry, love." He meant it when he said he hates making her cry. "Of course. I shall always be your pillow." And he lies down on his own pile of pillows for extra comfortable cuddling.
“It’s alright.” Midge gives him a soft kiss before getting up.
After hanging his robe back up in the closet, Midge sits down on the edge of his bed. She unhooks the garters that are attached to her stockings, then pushes each stocking down her leg and off of her foot. Then, she unclasps the eyelets that are helping to hold the bodice on and pulls that up over her head. She folds the clothes and puts them nearly on Jaskier’s chair.
Now naked, Midge gets back into bed and cuddles up next to him. “I love being held by you.”
Jaskier takes off his robe too, but he doesn't feel like moving. Instead, he hangs it from the headboard. He gets comfortable on the pillows and rests his hands on his stomach, his blue eyes following her every move. The mood is tense right now, so he concentrates on not letting his dick get any ideas, but that doesn't mean he can't admire the fantastic view.
"Gods," he exhales. "You're so fucking beautiful." As soon as she gets closer, he covers their bodies with the sheets before wrapping his arms around her. A kiss lands on top of her head. "I love holding you, too. It was very nice sleeping on your thighs, as well. One day, I have to try the same on your tits." A lighthearted comment to try to lighten the mood.
"What are you waiting for, then?" Grinning like an idiot, he pulls the top half of her body on so she can lie on top of him. He won't mind if she wants to bring her whole body on top, but he'll let her decide. "First hairy pillow in the world."
She laughs at the hairy pillow comment, but settles in with her whole body on top of his. Their legs intertwine and she feels warm and safe in his arms.
“A perfect pillow, though I can’t kiss you from down here.”
Midge scoots up a little so that her lips are in line with his, then kisses him. It’s slow and sensual, her mouth opening as the kiss continues.
"Sounds like you'll have to wear your heels in bed," he teases.
Jaskier is happy to kiss her back, keeping it just slow as a way to show affection and comfort. That doesn't mean he won't take advantage of that opening mouth, though, to tease her tongue with his.
“Oh, would you like that?” she asks saucily. “If I kept them on while I was fucking you?”
One of her hands brushes his hair back off of his face. Meanwhile, she keeps kissing him while her hand seeks his abdomen and rubs her fingers over the muscles there.
"Oh," he says as he thinks about it. "Now there's an idea."
Hard to keep his cock quiet when she's teasing him like this. It's already waking up and poking against her legs. Jaskier sucks Midge's tongue while his hands reach her arse to squeeze it.
Midge pulls back and gives a faux gasp. “Jaskier! Did you just grab my backside? How forward of you. Why… I even think I can feel your cock against my thigh.”
She kisses him again before murmuring to him. “I’m so scandalized.”
Midge loves hearing his laugh; it’s made all that much sweeter when she’s the cause of the laughter.
“Such perfect courtly manners you have. Perhaps if you woo me with some of your poetry, I might be more open to the idea of your hands wandering all over my body.”
She pushes the sheet covering them down to her waist, exposing her breasts to him.
“Just in case you need inspiration.”
Midge doesn’t really know the first thing about courtly behavior, but that hasn’t stopped her from doodling ‘Miriam Pankratz, Viscountess de Lettenhove’ in a notebook that Jaskier will hopefully never read.
His eyes waste no time admiring the view. "How generous of you, my lady."
While thinking of what to say, Jaskier plays with his necklace to keep his hands busy - he wants to keep the game up, and it's incredibly fucking hard not to touch her.
"Your breath, a silken whisper, feathered sigh, A sweet note kissing, melting at my chest. Soft fingers trace where tremors swell and fly, The night's own song, our glistening body's quest."
“Hmmm…” Midge stretches as she contemplates that. “I think we should stay right here and you can fuck me slowly and deeply.”
She’s tired after a long day and their previous rounds of sex. Slow lovemaking sounds perfect before drifting off to sleep.
Midge slides her leg up over his hip and draws closer to him. She brings his head to her so that she can kiss his mouth, her fingers running through his hair. “What do you think?”
He's happy to kiss her back, but as soon as the kiss breaks, he flips them over. His hands descend on her breasts to play with them while his mouth has fun dropping open-mouthed kisses on her neck, chest, and shoulders. Eventually, he licks his way from her neck down to take one of her tits in his mouth, sucking it eagerly.
The gasp is genuine this time when he flips her onto her back. While his mouth and hands caress her body, Midge basks under the attention.
“You always please your goddess.”
Her fingers dig into his hair, tugging at it. How far they’ve come from when they met in a jail cell and Midge thought he was just a guy trying to get under her skirt.
Technically, he was, but he’s come to mean so much to her. Midge can’t imagine her life without him.
He hums his approval of the tugging, always enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair. Jaskier lets his hands roam and seek all the spots on her body that make her squirm.
"Tell me, love," he whispers while niggling a hickey on her hip. "Tell me what you want."
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It's almost a squeal. Jaskier stares at Midge for a second or two, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish. He wasn't prepared for such a question and his first instinct is to say that is a terrible idea, but he can't just go for that answer when she's looking for support and comfort.
"Midge, I--" He takes a deep breath. "You know I want to support you in everything, right? I always want to be there for you when you need me. But this... won't they think I'm pushing you into this? Won't I be an outsider in a family matter?"
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He’s right though. That’s exactly what they’ll think. And honestly, they won’t necessarily be wrong to do so.
“Is that not what you’re technically doing?”
Midge would have gone on with things as they are if Jaskier hadn’t said anything about it.
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A little sigh as he rubs his forehead. Dammit.
"Technically, sure. But I'm trying to inspire you to improve your life. To feel less shame about your choice. I want you to stand up for yourself because you feel it, and because you deserve it. Not just because I'm telling you to."
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Midge pauses, considering for a moment. “You’re trying not to antagonize them, which is probably for the best. They don’t need any more reasons to dislike you. I’ll figure out how and when I want to speak with them.”
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Jaskier nods at the rest - that makes sense. He doesn't expect her to just drop the topic over lunch tomorrow; it must be difficult to process. Even if she does this alone, he can't help but wonder if they'll blame his influence on her anyway.
After a pause, he cups her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
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"Sorry, love." He meant it when he said he hates making her cry. "Of course. I shall always be your pillow." And he lies down on his own pile of pillows for extra comfortable cuddling.
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After hanging his robe back up in the closet, Midge sits down on the edge of his bed. She unhooks the garters that are attached to her stockings, then pushes each stocking down her leg and off of her foot. Then, she unclasps the eyelets that are helping to hold the bodice on and pulls that up over her head. She folds the clothes and puts them nearly on Jaskier’s chair.
Now naked, Midge gets back into bed and cuddles up next to him. “I love being held by you.”
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"Gods," he exhales. "You're so fucking beautiful." As soon as she gets closer, he covers their bodies with the sheets before wrapping his arms around her. A kiss lands on top of her head. "I love holding you, too. It was very nice sleeping on your thighs, as well. One day, I have to try the same on your tits." A lighthearted comment to try to lighten the mood.
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“They’re very comfortable, I’ve been told.”
Midge isn’t sure if she has another round in her tonight, but Jaskier might be able to convince her. Otherwise, there’s always tomorrow morning.
“I’d like to sleep on yours too.”
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“A perfect pillow, though I can’t kiss you from down here.”
Midge scoots up a little so that her lips are in line with his, then kisses him. It’s slow and sensual, her mouth opening as the kiss continues.
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Jaskier is happy to kiss her back, keeping it just slow as a way to show affection and comfort. That doesn't mean he won't take advantage of that opening mouth, though, to tease her tongue with his.
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One of her hands brushes his hair back off of his face. Meanwhile, she keeps kissing him while her hand seeks his abdomen and rubs her fingers over the muscles there.
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Hard to keep his cock quiet when she's teasing him like this. It's already waking up and poking against her legs. Jaskier sucks Midge's tongue while his hands reach her arse to squeeze it.
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She kisses him again before murmuring to him. “I’m so scandalized.”
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"My sweet lady, allow me to apologize. It wasn't my intent to sully your virtue. How may I make it up to you?"
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“Such perfect courtly manners you have. Perhaps if you woo me with some of your poetry, I might be more open to the idea of your hands wandering all over my body.”
She pushes the sheet covering them down to her waist, exposing her breasts to him.
“Just in case you need inspiration.”
Midge doesn’t really know the first thing about courtly behavior, but that hasn’t stopped her from doodling ‘Miriam Pankratz, Viscountess de Lettenhove’ in a notebook that Jaskier will hopefully never read.
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While thinking of what to say, Jaskier plays with his necklace to keep his hands busy - he wants to keep the game up, and it's incredibly fucking hard not to touch her.
"Your breath, a silken whisper, feathered sigh,
A sweet note kissing, melting at my chest.
Soft fingers trace where tremors swell and fly,
The night's own song, our glistening body's quest."
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“Where and how do you wish to touch me, my sweet bard?”
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He wouldn't blame her, honestly.
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She’s tired after a long day and their previous rounds of sex. Slow lovemaking sounds perfect before drifting off to sleep.
Midge slides her leg up over his hip and draws closer to him. She brings his head to her so that she can kiss his mouth, her fingers running through his hair. “What do you think?”
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He's happy to kiss her back, but as soon as the kiss breaks, he flips them over. His hands descend on her breasts to play with them while his mouth has fun dropping open-mouthed kisses on her neck, chest, and shoulders. Eventually, he licks his way from her neck down to take one of her tits in his mouth, sucking it eagerly.
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“You always please your goddess.”
Her fingers dig into his hair, tugging at it. How far they’ve come from when they met in a jail cell and Midge thought he was just a guy trying to get under her skirt.
Technically, he was, but he’s come to mean so much to her. Midge can’t imagine her life without him.
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"Tell me, love," he whispers while niggling a hickey on her hip. "Tell me what you want."
He likes hearing her express her desires.
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