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Jaskier just said… a lot, and she’s sure that her surprise shows on her face. Apparently she’s made him feel very safe when it comes to sharing personal information. It seems that he’s not shy at all when it comes to sex.

Midge isn’t prude, but she doesn’t think she’s nearly experienced enough to keep up with him. It’s strange. Most men who just want to sleep with her are the type that she would tell to fuck off. It feels different with Jaskier. Maybe because it feels like he genuinely cares for her.

“Geralt can smell arousal?” Midge asks, then a realization hits her. “Oh God, did he think…?”

He probably did. She wasn’t subtle. Her cheeks turn red.

Jaskier is definitely not shy about sex. He may hide the gender of his partners sometimes, but talking about naughty things? That's free for all.

Look at those cheeks. So cute. "Oh, yes, he did," he replies while laughing at her reaction. "But to be fair, I could tell too, and I didn't need a hound's nose for it." She wasn't subtle, he's trying to say.

At that moment, their food arrives. Jaskier thanks the waitress with a compliment and offers a sweet smile, not being able to stop the flirting even at times like this.

"It's my turn, isn't it?" He takes a bite of his salad while deciding what topic to go for next. There are many options, yet his curiosity makes him go back to a certain thing. "Please stop me if I'm accidentally stumbling into another dark moment, but I hope you understand - there's no such thing as divorce in my world, so my curiosity is itching. You're legally allowed to say you're 'single' now? You live alone?"

“That’s really embarrassing,” Midge replies. “Maybe he ought to try being less hot though.”

After taking a bite of her sandwich, she answers his next question.

“Yes, I’m single, but I don’t live alone. I have two children.” Does that surprise him? “Ethan is 5 and Esther is 2. Joel and I split custody of them so they’re not at the apartment all the time. My parents also live with me and I wish I could split custody of them with someone else because they’re always there.”

Peace and quiet is a rarity at home.

Geralt doesn't even think he is hot in the first place, but Jaskier decides he doesn't want to discuss his best friend's self-esteem issues and lets the matter go.

"...you're a mother?"

Indeed, it does surprise him. They've gone through many complicated subjects, yet this one is the one that leaves him with wide eyes and an open mouth. It's not like he hasn't fucked mothers before, and her age isn't even something he'd think about because women marry and give birth that young in his world too. No, the reason why it's surprising is her willingness to still go out to bars and have fun, especially when the kids are still that young.

There is no judgment on his part, though. The exact opposite, in fact. She wants to have fun, she wants her freedom, she says fuck you to what society expects of her. As if Jaskier needed another reason to be attracted to her.

He snaps out of it when she makes the joke about her parents, and he laughs.

"That does sound like a little piece of hell. But that means free babysitters, right?" They must know about her career, he realizes. He may already have his next question, but it's her turn. "As frustrating as it sounds, I'm glad you aren't alone."

At first she thinks his astonishment is a judgement. A mother should be home taking care of her children, not galavanting around at night. It’s a guilt trip she’s given herself before. Midge really ought to know Jaskier better by now, because it’s clear that his expression is one of wonder and not shame. She’d like to think she happens to look fantastic for a mother of two. He seems to agree.

“Exactly.” She grins. “I’m glad not to be alone.” Even though her family drives her insane sometimes, they’re very close. “Tell me about who you live with other than Geralt. His wife? Your niece?”

"I also live with family," he replies with no hesitation - because that's what they are, blood be damned. "Geralt, his wife Yennefer, and their daughter Cirilla. They are--" He freezes when he remembers something, and then he gets all excited. "Waitwaitwait, I have the perfect thing--"

Jaskier gets his jacket and starts searching all the pockets for his notebook. "Those camera thingies, oh, what wondrous invention. I traveled so much, Midge, do you have any idea how I would've loved to have such a device-- ah-ha!"

From the last pages of his notebook, Jaskier takes out a Polaroid picture that he puts down on the table to show Midge. It's the four of them at a diner shortly after they arrived, so they're still wearing their medieval clothes. The waitress took the picture. Geralt has his arm on the back of the booth seat and Yennefer is resting her head on it as they both look at Cirilla with obvious fondness. On the opposite side of the table, Jaskier and Ciri are excitedly pouring chocolate syrup on a huge sundae.

"Life with three immortals can bruise one's ego, so I hope those creams you recommend work for both my skin and my pride."

Midge grins as she looks at the photo. Geralt’s wife is stunning, as Midge predicted. Not that she was planning to make a move on him anyway, but she’d stand no chance against her. Ciri is beautiful too, and seeing Jaskier have fun with her warms her heart as a mother.

“They’re immortal?” she asks. “Gee, it’d be great to look like that forever, huh? They’re your family?”

She wonders about his biological family, but doesn’t ask.

At first, he only nods at her question since he's attacking the salad while she looks at the picture. Midge is smiling, so it seems she doesn't find Jaskier's situation weird. Good. It's so hard to explain sometimes. Then again, she doesn't have background on witchers or the Law of Surprise.

He takes another sip of his juice before replying again. "They are. I've known Geralt since I was eighteen. That's--" He wiggles his fingers as he makes the mental math. "--twenty-five years ago. Fuck."

Jaskier pauses for a second. He's a very energetic man at 42, and he hasn't felt the weight of his age yet, but sometimes when he mentions the numbers, it hits him like a hammer. He worries about what will happen to his family when he isn't there to keep them grounded anymore.

"Sorry, where was I? Right- Met Geralt when I was eighteen, and we met Yennefer--" Another pause for more mental math. "--sixteen years later. We used to hate each other's guts, but war has a way to bring people together." He rubs the tips of his burnt fingers. "Geralt says that sometimes he misses it when we didn't get along because now we can team up against his stubborn arse."

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She never would have guessed that he was 42. He looks much younger than that. “I’m 27,” she offers. A man isn’t supposed to ask a woman her age, so she tells him instead. Besides, she doesn’t think it needs to be some kind of big secret. She’s not that old yet.

Midge keeps eating her lunch as they talk. “Isn’t it great when you get to team up with family members against other ones?”

That's around the age he's guessed for her, so he isn't surprised. At least she isn't bothered by his age - he's noticed that people in this world are more touchy about age gaps. Jaskier doesn't care as long as they're adults.

"Oh, it absolutely is. Ciri and I make a killing team. Although I wonder if you'll think the same when your kids are old enough to team up against you."

Part of him wants to ask what her parents think of her recent choices, but he can't bring himself to do it. They've finally brought back the playful mood to the conversation, and he doesn't want to ruin it again. Besides, if she keeps asking about his own family, he'll have to talk about Lettenhove, and he isn't ready for that.

"What is your favorite flower?" Sounds like a silly one, but it's important to him.

She’s fine with the lighter turn of the conversation. They’ve had enough seriousness for one day.

“Oh, they already do that,” Midge assures him.

The question is actually a harder one to answer than she thought it would be, and Midge takes a moment to think about it. “Roses are classic,” she answers, “but I like peonies and dahlias too.”

He chuckles at the mental image of those two little menaces already teaming up against her. With such a sassy mother, it's not surprising that the siblings are developing an attitude too.

"Roses, peonies, and dahlias," he counts with his fingers. "And you looked like a cute chickpea in your new dress. This may be just a silly theory, but I thiiiiink pink is your favorite color."

“It’s actually red,” Midge says, “but I like pink as well.” What can she say? She’s feminine.

“You looked very handsome in that suit,” she continues. “It was hard for me to keep my hands off of you.”

Flirting is even more fun than light conversation.

The flirting takes him by surprise, and he can't help blinking a few times as if double-checking this is real. It seems that the shopping trip and their little game have made Jaskier grow on her. (This is going straight to his ego.)

As a grin appears on his face, he carefully stretches a leg to touch her foot with his.

"So I wasn't imagining things," he teases. "Playing with me in a private room - you're a very dangerous lady. I kept wishing I could keep you there for a few more hours..." He leans in and winks as he whispers. "The danger of getting caught makes it more thrilling."

Midge happens to be growing quite fond of him. She feels a bit more reassured with the explanation about his sexuality, even if she still doesn’t really understand how a person can be attracted to everyone. It’s clear that Jaskier is quite attracted to her though, and she can’t discourage that.

She taps her foot back against his. “There will be other private rooms,” Midge says, “ones that will probably be more comfortable than that one.” A shiver of desire goes up her spine at his whispered words and she can’t help herself. She has to push it further. “And what would you do with me if you had me all to yourself for a few hours?” she murmurs.

As soon as she mentions more comfortable rooms, Jaskier can't stop his tongue from wetting his lips, his brain providing a wonderful mental image of her sprawled on the bed of one of those fancy hotels.

She's asking for more right at the table of a busy restaurant, and what else can Jaskier do but provide? Midge is going to drive him crazy, he can tell. The magic of connecting with another artist, the sparks are on a different level.

"I would crawl under your skirt--" His foot raises to caress her ankle. "Take off your panties with my teeth, and show you exactly what the trained mouth of a singer can do."

She lets out a breathy oh at the picture that he’s painting. Midge can’t deny that it’s a nice one. Her pulse starts to pick up and she can feel her arousal growing at the idea of him under her skirt.

There’s something exciting about having this conversation in the middle of a restaurant, talking low with their heads close together. Even if they’re in public, no one is really paying attention to them.

“I think I’d like that,” she tells him quietly. “How long do you think you can stay down there?”

That oh is absolutely perfect, and Jaskier can feel it pushing his blood south. It's a dangerous conversation to have in public if they don't plan to do anything about it. She may hide it, but a man can't.

Does this stop him? Of course not. He'll use his jacket and the bags - perhaps walk behind her. Which would probably make it worse, but also so, so much better.

"As long as you need me to." His foot raises a little more, this time to caress her calf. "As long as your legs can keep you standing. I wonder, how many orgasms are required to make you collapse on my lap?"

The gasp is a little louder this time and Midge swallows hard. She squeezes her thighs together. Her whole body feels heated at the sensation of his foot on her leg.

“Do you want to find out?” It’s gone beyond cheeky teasing now and Midge feels like she’s on a train that cannot be stopped. She quickly does some figuring in her head: her parents should be out until evening. Her kids are with Joel.

“My apartment is empty,” she tells him.

How is he supposed to think clearly when she keeps making the most beautiful noises? Her offer is surprising but definitely not unwelcome. There's hunger in his eyes as he raises his hand and calls the waitress to request the bill.

"It seems I'll have to steal makeup right from your bedroom."

That's a yes.

They didn't finish their lunches and he doesn't care, but he does make sure to tip generously. Jaskier walks behind Midge as they leave the mall, both of them walking in quite a hurry but still making sure that their bodies keep brushing all the way to the exit.

Once they're in the back of a cab, Jaskier spreads the bags on their laps, saying something about being careful with the fine fabrics. In truth, it's all a trick to have cover as he drops a hand on Midge's thigh and gives it a light squeeze.

Midge has never done anything like this before, but she can’t bring herself to care. The tension has been simmering between them and right now she wants. If there will be any consequences, she’s not thinking about them.

She eyes him in the taxi when she feels his hand on her thigh. Sitting as closely together as they are, she’s sure he can feel the heat coming off of her, see the pounding of her heart in her chest. He keeps his hand there, enough to tease her and drive her wild as they take what feels like the longest taxi ride ever.

If Jaskier isn’t lost in his lust, he’ll notice that they’re entering a nice part of town. The building that the taxi parks in front of is large and fancy. After quickly paying the cabbie, Midge grabs Jaskier’s hand and pulls him inside.

Thank God nobody that she knows is around. She doesn’t want to have to introduce him right now or explain this later if it gets back to her parents. The elevator ride is agony and Midge almost loses control with his hands on her body. They’re almost there though. Just a few more minutes…

She pushes the door to the apartment behind them and is pressing her lips to his before the door even closes. The kisses are desperate, a little moan of satisfaction escaping her mouth at such a longing finally satisfied.

Jaskier does notice that the neighborhood and the building speak of money, and part of his mind does register that this should be a big deal. But right now? He can't bring himself to care. He's bedded noble ladies in big castles before, he can panic about this later when it's clear that their friendship (perhaps with benefits?) will carry on after their fuck.

All the bags are dropped to the floor as soon as Midge pushes him against the door. He gasps in surprise but it's short-lived; there's no hesitation in the way he kisses her back. Jaskier wraps his arms around her and presses her body against his, his whole body shivering in pleasure at the feeling of her breasts against his chest.

Her desperation is nothing but flattering, yet Jaskier can't help wondering if nobody has taken care of her since the divorce. Their first time should be good, an opportunity to get to know each other's bodies. So he captures her mouth in his and tries to guide her into something more sensual than frantic, kissing her like she's the most precious thing and basking in every second of it.

If Midge cares to let her leg slip between his, she'll notice the tent on his pants slowly growing.

She’s had sex since her divorce; whether it was good sex is up for debate. Midge hasn’t had really good sex in a while, so any efforts that he makes to please her will be appreciated and rewarded.

When he slows down it feels like her heart might burst out of her chest and something other than lust swells up inside of her. It’s no less hungry though. Her fingers sift through his hair as they kiss, not stopping until each of them are gasping for air.

As she pulls back in order to lead him to her room, her eyes drift to the obvious bulge in his pants. With a breathless laugh, she tugs on his hand and leads him down the hallway to her bedroom.

The fingers in her hair make him groan into the kiss, sending goosebumps through his whole body. He can't wait to see what those fingers will do next.

The little trip down the hallway isn't wasted: Jaskier drops his jacket and his boots in the way, always an expert on undressing on the run. As soon as they enter her bedroom, he grabs her by her waist and pulls to press her body against his again. A new gasp escapes him when she brushes against her obvious bulge.

This time, his mouth falls on her shoulder, leaving light kisses that make their way up her neck and ear. He whispers Midge with a deep voice full of desire before capturing her mouth again. His tongue searches for her and he feels that electrical shock of raw want hits his entire body when they meet.

As he deepens the kiss, he lets his hands roam, caressing her back with calloused fingers.

“Jaskier,” she whispers back. His hands feel sure against her and it only turns her on even more. By all accounts, he’s good at this. Confident. She wants him so badly, and it’s obvious by the bulge pressing against her stomach that he wants her just as much.

Her hands move to his chest, unbuttoning his doublet, something that she has most definitely never done before. As his hands roam her back, she pulls her mouth away from his for just a moment.

“The zipper is back there,” she says, sure that he’ll be able to find it.

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Whoops they didn’t even make it to the date

lmao biggest whopsie ever

Sorry not sorry?

oh never apologize

Excellent

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