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The nails of one hand dig into his back as the other goes between their writhing bodies to find her clit. Jaskier has been so aroused for so long that she thinks he’s too distracted to touch her at the moment. Her fingers flick fast circles in time with her movements and she moans softly for him. Her breasts bounce against his chest, her hard nipples giving her added stimulation.

Midge has never come this many times in one session before. She tries to relax her mind and focus on the pleasure, how good he makes her feel, in order to bring herself back up again.

“You like that?” She asks cheekily.

Cheekily makes her sound even sexier.

"Like what?" he replies, attempting to sound cheeky too, but mostly panting between thrusts. "Your voice? Yes." He captures her mouth in a short, clumsy kiss. "Your tits? Yes." He buries his face between her breasts, rubbing his nuzzling and dropping a few open-mouthed kisses. "Your cunt? Fuck yes." He thrusts extra hard then. "So wet for me still. So eager and needy. How many times would you let me fuck you in a day, I wonder?"

It's then that he finally notices her hand on her clit. He grabs it by the wrist and takes it to his mouth so he can suck on her wet fingers while his own hand takes the place between her legs.

Midge lets out a squeal when he thrusts up hard. She’d be more embarrassed by the noises that she’s making if everything didn’t feel so damn good. She smiles when he moves her hand, leaning into his touch and relishing the sensation of her fingers in his mouth.

“As many times as you want if you keep making me come like that,” she pants. “Your cock feels so good.”

Her knees dig into the bed as she rides harder, tightening her walls around him with each stroke out.

He grins at the compliment. Women often call him things like "handsome" or "creative", but actually talking about his cock? That's new. More proof of Midge's lovely mouth being a feisty little thing that will tell you exactly what she thinks, which he's truly attracted to.

"I hope you know a good hotel, then." Because there's no way they'll be able to have a sex marathon in either of their houses. Yennefer has given him a potrective charm for his room and that works for quick fucks, but Midge deserves food and a shower. Not to mention fucking in other surfaces.

It's hard to keep talking when she's tightening around him like that. Jaskier cries out as he tries to keep up with her rhythm, his thumb taking care of her clit as they move in perfect sync, artists trained in the dance of pleasure.

(He refuses to finish first this time. He has a reputation to maintain.)

He’s both handsome and creative, but Midge has no complaints with his cock, and that’s what happens to be pleasing her at the moment. It’s a perfectly wonderful cock, and she thought she ought to tell him so.

“I’ll find one.” If they’re going to continue meeting like this, they’ll need a hotel. There are too many people in her apartment to use it on a regular basis. They just happened to get lucky this afternoon.

Midge can tell that he’s trying to have her come first this time, which might be a challenge considering how strong her last orgasm was. She helps him out by slowing down her pace. Her eyes slide closed and her lips go to his ear.

“Tell me how my cunt feels… how it tastes…”

She needs a little more than physical stimulation in order to come this time.

[ OOC: I’m around for the evening now! ]

His whole body shivers when she speaks into his ear, a little whimper coming out of him - he's a musician, he likes sounds, and her voice is lovely, especially when she's speaking through her own moans. She slows down her pace and Jaskier immediately copies her, always making sure to be an attentive lover.

"Piquant. Rich. Aphrodisiac." Poetry is harder when his cock is deep inside her like this. He drops kisses on her chest, neck, and shoulders, giving his brain a pause to think. "Madenning. Addictive. I could drink you for dinner like a fresh pint of ale. Spread you open on a table and just feast."

She lets out a shuddering sigh. Midge likes words and Jaskier is full of them. It’s delightful to be with someone who has such a way with words and knows how to use them in order to turn her on. It’s working. She can feel her pleasure rising and wonders if he can tell.

“Yeah? How long could you keep your head between my legs? How many times could you make me come?”

It doesn’t have to be poetry. It can be pure filth and she’ll lap it up.

He can't help but chuckle before he returns the favor by talking directly to her ear.

"Midge," he whispers with the naughtiest tone he can achieve. "I'm a singer. And I dance while I sing. My lungs are strong and capable of going through lots of exercise." Another pause as he tries to think of a song to prove his point.

"♫ Splayed halve, Spread wide, Honey pooled within a pitless center. ♫" It's not his best singing, to be fair - they are still fucking after all. Every time she moves, it gets a moan out of him. But he thinks that the fact he can sing at all while never fogetting about her clit is still impressive. "♫ Pinkish flesh glistened in wet; The perfuming scent of her glistening nectar. ♫"

Midge can’t believe that he’s singing a dirty song to her while they fuck. It’s absolutely helping though. She moans out her appreciation for his voice, his fingers, his cock.

“Yes… it’s all for you. You make me so wet, so…” Another sweet moan as she quickens her pace again, chasing the orgasm that is rapidly building inside of her. “I’m going to come for you.”

"So wet, so sweet." He picks up the pace with her. "Come for me, darling."

His hands fall on her waist to help her ride along while his face falls on her breasts again, having learned how much she likes it there. There are no more words, just the music of their moans as both their bodies desperately hunt for that wonderful little death.

Midge closes her eyes, little gasps of pleasure dropping from her lips. Her body stiffens and then the orgasm blooms inside her like a flower. She shakes with ecstasy, not holding back her cries.

“Jaskier!”

Slumping forward, she rests her forehead on his shoulder as she keeps rocking her hips on top of him, squeezing her cunt around his cock and waiting for his release.

Hearing his name cried like that does plenty to his arousal, but Midge is also an attentive lover and keeps rocking her hips to help Jaskier reach his end, too. He thrusts one more time before she squeezes around him and he finally lets go, moaning her name and clinging to her as waves of pleasure hit every fibre of his being. For a few seconds, he sees and feels nothing but the stars of poor elation.

Once he's come through, he falls back on the bed, bringing Midge with him for the obligatory cuddling. Soon he's humming again.

The sound of her name from his mouth as he comes is beautiful. Midge looks up so that she can watch his face in ecstasy. She likes making him come, making him happy.

They cuddle close on the bed, Midge smiling at the fact that he’s humming again. She kisses him sweetly, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I had fun today.”

Her touch is so sweet and soothing. Jaskier could see himself just hanging out with her to relax, touch each other while appreciating art. He returns the kiss with a smile on his face, basking in the sensitive tingling on his skin as their bodies brush.

"Me too. And I would love to do this again. Multiple times." A pause as he considers some options while rubbing her back. "I said before that we could talk on Friday, but since the subject of 'next time' keeps coming up, well- I don't know how stable your post-orgasm brain feels to do so at the moment."

“So would I,” she replies.

She props her head up on her hand and looks at him. “We can talk.” Midge feels good. Satisfied, but not completely brain dead. She strokes a hand over his chest, gently fingering his tuning fork necklace.

Even if she already said so before, it still makes him happy to hear that she wants more of him. Which is why this conversation is important. He wishes he could leave it for later because it's such a sweet moment - he just wants to sing for her while she plays with his chest.

But he knows that if he postpones this, it'll be worse. He's already dealt with enough scorned lovers to learn his lesson. He sighs as he considers how to approach this.

"In many opportunities, Geralt has called me a hedonist. And I can't exactly deny it. I like enjoying myself. I like my freedom, I like fun." His hand never stops rubbing his back while he looks at her directly in the eye, hoping she can see he's serious but also how much he wants her. "That means I don't do relationships. Romantic ones, I mean. Tried once - well, twice, same person. She wanted a husband at home. I wanted to see the world."

The Countess of Stael also had an issue with his feelings for Geralt, but Jaskier doesn't think that's relevant.

"Friendships I do appreciate, and you'll find me extremely loyal. The three crazy immortals at home can attest to that. So if you want just a friend who can support you through your career and go shopping with, you can count on me. If you want a-- what is it that they call it here?" A second to think. "Friend-with-benefits? I can be that, too. Either choice would please me greatly. But if you want courting, I'm afraid that's not an option." His hand finally leaves her back to cup her cheek. His eyes soften. "If you don't want to see me ever again, that would hurt, because I've enjoyed your company, fucking or not fucking. But I'd respect that as well."

Maybe she’s still a little too come-drunk, but she wasn’t expecting him to say all of that. None of it is surprising though. Midge isn’t naive enough to think that Jaskier saw her and fell instantly in love with her. She’s not in love either. It was clear from speaking with people at the club that he enjoys having fun with as many people as possible.

Still, there’s a little stab of hurt in her chest. He doesn’t want me. I’m not good enough. Midge quickly tries to dismiss it. Those are her own insecurities after the failure of her marriage. Jaskier not wanting to be in a relationship doesn’t have anything to do with her.

She takes a deep breath before speaking. “Thank you for telling me that.” Midge wonders what the woman who wanted him to settle down was like. “To be honest… I don’t know if I want a romantic relationship either. After Joel…” She trails off for a second. “Besides, I have my career. That’s where my focus should be. That and my kids.”

“But, I would really like it if we were friends, and I’d also like it if we did this again.” She laughs lightly. “At the risk of sounding like a repressed housewife, this was… incredible. I really needed this.” Midge feels so relaxed that she could probably sleep for hours. Orgasms are great stress relief.

She gently drags the tines of the tuning fork over his chest. “You would do this again? When I need you? Or you need me?”

He’ll probably need her far less, as he’s got any number of lovers, male or female. Midge doubts that she’ll be sleeping with anyone else.

"Family and a career," he replies as he nods, tone full of understanding. "We have the same priorities."

His face beams when she agrees to be her "special" friend and he chuckles along to her comment. Taking care of repressed housewives is his specialty, but considering the Joel thing, better not bring that up.

"You honor me with your friendship," he answers before kissing the top of her head. Hearing her next question, he happily laughs and turns his body to drop her on the mattress. "We'll do this again, and again, and again--" Each word is punctuated by a kiss to different spots on her face. "--and again, until you can't walk anymore. Because you need me, or because you're horny, or simply because it's fun. We don't need a reason to have fun." He winks. "You have my number. And if you contact me while I'm in a swamp with Geralt in the middle of nowhere, then I'll gladly describe what I'd do to you on text. You know what to do with your hand now."

It’s hard to find a man whose priorities align with yours. Midge locks that revelation away for now.

She gasps in delight when he rolls her over onto her back, giggling as he kisses her. Despite her mouth and her stubbornness, Midge is decidedly feminine. Having a handsome man on top of her, kissing her, after he gave her four incredible orgasms, is going to produce some giggles. She can’t even be ashamed of it.

“I do. I’ll practice next time I’m in the tub. Also, I want to hear all about the adventures that you and Geralt have when—“

She’s cut off by the slamming of the apartment door.

“Miriam?” Her father calls. Then: “What’s all of this?”

Midge’s eyes go wide and panic grips her chest. “Shit!” she hisses.

There's nothing to be ashamed of. Jaskier loves making people happy, and her giggling is delightfully adorable.

Midge's eyes aren't the only ones that go wide when they hear Abe's voice. Repeating fuck over and over, Jaskier immediately gets off her and runs to the window to check if they're at a jumpable height. The building is too high, but there's a fire escape, and that's another thing he likes about this world.

It's clear that he's had to run from angry families in the past, be protective fathers or cuckolded husbands. He gathers the few clothes he can find and dresses very quickly while talking in panicking whispers.

"Pleasepleaseplease tell me you can retrieve my things?!"

“Coming Papa!” Midge calls, hurrying to grab her robe and wrap it around herself.

She lowers her voice to talk to Jaskier. “Yes. Just stay in here and try to keep quiet. You can leave through the fire escape.”

Midge leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Abe stands in the hallway, a look of confusion on his face. “Miriam, why is all of this stuff here?” He asks. “This isn’t a landfill to just dump your things in.” He looks up at her. “Are you feeling well?”

Go with it, she thinks, realizing that her face must be flushed and her hair a mess. “Oh, no, Papa,” she groans. “I got home from shopping and just… I felt so weak, I just dropped the bags and got into bed. I’m sorry.”

Quickly, she picks up her shopping bag and Jaskier’s, then turns to his doublet lying in the hallway.

“What is that?” Abe asks.

“Oh,” Midge replies, “that’s one of Ethan’s coats.”

“Ethan has a coat like that? With brocade?” Her father’s tone is skeptical. “It looks way too big for him.”

Midge picks it up casually, trying to stay calm. “Brocade is in for boys. They’re calling it the bard look. I always buy his clothes big, you know how fast he’s growing.”

“And the lute?”

Midge freezes. Jaskier’s lute is carefully propped up against the wall at Abe’s feet. Midge gingerly backtracks to retrieve it. “Also Ethan’s,” she says.

“Ethan has a lute.”

“Yes,” Midge insists. “I told you, the bard thing is huge right now.” With all items in her arms, Midge scurries back toward her bedroom. “Papa, I really feel lousy, I’m going back to bed, okay?”

She closes the door to the bedroom behind her and leans back against it, letting out a deep sigh.

Once Jaskier is dressed up, he opens the window as carefully as possible, feeling grateful that all the talking may cover up the noise. He sits on the edge of the window and waits, having no choice but to cover his mouth to stop his laughing. This has to be the most ridiculous conversation, and he loves it.

When Midge enters the room, Jaskier walks toward her and takes his things while whispering, "Lying to your father for me while naked under your robe. You're lucky we just finished, or I'd have another hard-on right now."

Jaskier finishes putting on the rest of his clothes and hangs his lute on his back, but he doesn't leave quite yet. He puts his arm around Midge's waist and brings her close for a short but still very deep kiss. "Talk to you later? I'm still not sure what the device etiquette is."

Midge wraps her arms around him and enjoys the kiss. “You can text me if you miss me, handsome,” she whispers back with a wink. “I’ll see you at my show tomorrow night?”

She’s looking forward to hearing what he thinks of her comedy.

"Winking fits you," he teases. A nod. "I'll request to change my schedule at Elftown, but I may still be a little late. So wait for me, alright?" He kisses her nose. "Bye for now, darling."

Escaping through windows is something he's used to, but he's never had to do it with a bunch of shopping bags before. Thank the gods for the fire escape. He only gets to walk two blocks before he realizes something.

Soon a text arrives on Midge's phone.

I promise I'm not being clingy, but I find myself in a little dilemma: we never did make-up, and if I return home with gifts for only half of the family, I may lose my cock. Would you mind recommending something for violet eyes? And the creams for my skin, since we're at it. I still have some kohl, but if you want to explain how to replace it now, I won't complain.

Midge watches him climb down the fire escape, waiting to make sure that he ends up safely on the ground. She waves at him, then closes the window.

After flopping onto her bed, Midge sighs as she looks at the ceiling. Being friends with benefits with Jaskier is for the best. He’s not the type to settle down, and maybe marriage isn’t for her anyway. Her first marriage ended in disaster.

The ping of her communicator breaks her thoughts and she grabs it to look at the message.

Well, I can’t have you losing your cock, not after I’ve come to like it so much.

There’s a drug store on the corner where you can pick up some makeup and face cream. It’s not the same as B Altman but we can go back another day. For you, you’re going to want black eyeliner.

She also sends a list of brands she recommends.

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LAUGHING SO HARD AT ETHAN'S LUTE

KIDS HAVE LUTES OKAY

JASKIER AGREES ACTUALLY

jaskier trying to teach Ethan to play the lute would be a disaster