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Midge drinks her martini as well. Apparently he’s serious about his dislike of the practice. She won’t bring it up again, not even to joke about it.

“Possibly,” Midge replies. “She’s much more easily charmed than Papa, and you’re quite charming.”

"Takes one to know one," he replies between bites. Thinking about the whole concept of meeting the parents makes him pause, and he has another bite before talking again. "I hope this isn't a bad question to ask, but I'm curious - a charming lady like you, how did you get along with your in-laws?"

Is this another thing he may be put Joel on the fucking stupid list?

‘Meeting the parents’ seems kind of unnecessary in this situation, unless one of them happens to catch she and Jaskier in the act. Midge prays that never happens.

“Oh, we get along well,” she replies. “My family and Joel’s family still do a lot together because of the kids.” She sighs. “I’ve… forgiven him for what he’s done, at least in so much as we can both raise our children together.” Fighting and bitterness wouldn’t be fair to the kids.

Oh, no, not the sigh. It breaks his heart. Jaskier brings her hand up to kiss her knuckles.

"I didn't mean to get you all serious, I just thought meeting the in-laws usually comes with funny stories. But I'm glad you're making it work for the kids." A long pause. He stares at his rings on his hand and the lute on the chair. "I haven't seen my blood family since I was 16. I may tell you the story some day, but for now, I only want you to be sure you know you're doing a fantastic job. I know broken, and you aren't it."

She uses the proximity of her hand to his face to gently cup his chin.

“Thank you,” she says quietly. “I’m sorry about your family. When you want to talk, I’ll be ready to listen.”

Midge wonders if he ever misses them. Even if they fought and said horrible things to each other, they’re still his family. She can’t imagine going that long without seeing her family.

Taking his hand, she examines the rings on it. “Did you buy all of these?”

After nodding, he nuzzles her hand, but doesn't say more. That one line was already a lot.

Her taking an interest in his jewelry immediately brings a smile to his face and he raises his other hand to show off those too.

"Some of them are from home, others I bought here. This one-" He takes off a wing ring and shows her the inscription inside. "--was a gift from the elves. That's Elder for 'sandpiper'."

Midge examines the ring, brushing one of her fingers over the wing design. It’s well made. She places it back down on the table.

“Why ‘sandpiper’?” she asks.

"It was my 'underground' name," he explains while putting it back on. "While I was helping the elves flee Redania- ah, that's the kingdom where Oxenfurt is. They've always been persecuted, but when the war started, it got much worse. It got--" A sigh. "Sanguinary. And a bard makes for a very unsuspicious smuggler."

Her eyes widen when Jaskier tells her that. Hearing that Jaskier helped persecuted people escape, potentially putting his own life at risk, raises her opinion of him significantly. Maybe he’s not just a frivolous bard - though appearing to be one would be a perfect cover.

“Do you ever sing about your own heroics?” Midge asks somewhat teasingly, then leans up to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I may have to if this is the reward," he teases back. After a quick look around the bar, he leans in to quickly brush his lips against hers. Honestly, he doesn't mind PDA, but he knows that may cause a bit of a scandal, and he'd rather not get them kicked out (yet?).

At that moment, a band takes over the stage, playing the jazz music that represents this place. Jaskier offers his hand to Midge.

"May I have this dance?"

A little kiss won’t get them kicked out. Midge doesn’t mind the kiss either, though she doesn’t press to deepen it. They’re not a couple. It would feel strange to her to kiss him passionately in public.

“You may,” she tells him, putting her hand in his.

The song is mid-tempo, easy to dance to. They get into dance frame with Jaskier putting one arm around her waist. Their bodies are touching, though not pressed together tightly.

“What kind of dancing do they do where you come from?” Midge asks. “I guess not any dancing to music like this.”

It feels good to have her in his arms again. A beautiful lover in his arms, and fine music in his ears. This is what the great moments in life are about. Jaskier has learned at least the most basic and common dances found in clubs in this world, but he's sure that if he makes a mistake, she won't mind correcting him.

She's warm against him and he has to resist the urge to bury his face in her neck.

"It depends. At court, everything is more--" A second to remember the words he's learned here. "like waltz. But with more variety in the steps. If you want real fun, you join the festivals and the taverns for people stomping to the rhythm of folk."

He feels wonderful. Midge too has to resist putting her face in the crook of his neck. She suffices with very subtly rubbing his back.

“I can waltz,” she grins. “I had ballroom dancing lessons as a kid, which I hated at the time. Folk dances I haven’t done in a while.”

The two of them have great rhythm together, gliding across the floor. That’s not surprising, considering their rhythm in the bedroom.

“So, if you call me ‘my lady’, am I supposed to call you ‘my lord’?” she asks with a quizzical eyebrow raise.

Good to know he isn't the only one enjoying the touching and hungry for more. He presses her against him as the hand on her back goes lower, not crossing to her lower region but stopping right above it for the perfect teasing.

Of course she knows how to waltz - she probably had the same lessons he had. He's growing more and more grateful for having dodged meeting her father.

"How about swing? Do you know that one? I've been trying to learn. It looks vibrant-" A wink. "And so much fun."

He doesn't see the next question coming and he loses a step, almost tripping but recovering quickly. Calling women 'my lady' has always been a term of endearment (unless he was at court), and nobody ever threw it back at him after he left home. Even at court, they called him 'Master Bard'. It feels weird, as if he was a Pankratz again.

"I think I'll stick to Professor Jaskier. But I'd also love something that comes from Midge herself instead of my world."

She lets out a little breath when she can feel his hand just above the curve of her ass. Involuntarily, she presses her body to his. Being this close to him is awakening her desire for him and for what she knows awaits when they get to the Goldbergs’ apartment.

“We did a little bit of swing, but it wasn’t like you see in those films of people after the war being thrown in the air.” She was a kid, after all.

Midge puts her lips to his ear. “Oh you like Professor Jaskier, do you?” she murmurs. “I called you my sweet bard. I’ll have to think about what else might suit you.”

Knowing nothing about courtly manners (and Jaskier’s past), Midge had presumed that ‘my lord’ was the natural companion to ‘my lady’. She won’t call him that though if he prefers not to be.

Having pressing back sends a shiver down his spine, yet he doesn't expect her to suddenly have her on his ear. A gasp escapes him when she says sweet bard, feeling his insides melting.

"I like that," he responds with a husky voice before kissing her temple. Flirting and dancing are such a delicious combination of two of his favorite activities. "Should I come up with a few more nicknames too, my witty lady? Bewitching Thespian, mayhaps?"

She laughs softly, also feeling exhilarated by the dancing and their flirting. Those things are also on top of giving a successful performance and some alcohol. Midge is feeling euphoric right now, a feeling that will peak for her later on when she’s naked in Jaskier’s arms.

“I like ‘my witty lady’,” she says. “I’m more of a comic than an actress. ‘Funny lady’ is an option too, but I like ‘witty’ better.”

"I know, I know," he responds with an extra dramatic sigh. "But 'comedian' and 'comic' didn't sound very poetic. Had to improvise." And 'jester' would be simply wrong.

He moves them a bit faster across the dance floor, wanting to chase this fantastic high. When he finds enough room, he suddenly dips her with a laugh.

"I shall keep calling you 'witty lady', if that's your wish." He brings her back up. "I don't think Susie would like it if I call you Divine Curves in front of her."

She lets out a little cry when he dips her, laughing as he brings her back up. It occurs to her that she hasn’t felt this happy in a long time.

“And I’ll keep calling you my sweet bard,” Midge confirms. “Or perhaps my handsome bard?” She grins.

“Susie would roll her eyes, but she rolls her eyes at most things. I didn’t know that my curves were divine. Sent from heaven?”

Her laughter will always be music to his ears. He wants to keep her laughing all night long (among other things).

"Sweet handsome bard is too long, isn't it?" He teases back. Her next comment makes him laugh, too. "Divine as in superb, stellar, marvellous. I'm afraid you're too naughty for heaven." Another wink. "And I like it that way."

“It is,” she agrees. “I’ll use both of them, depending on what is warranted at the time.”

The song changes to a slower one and the two of them slow their rhythm on the dance floor, each trying to catch their breaths. Midge’s body is still pressed to his, her lips inches from his as she speaks.

“I know. You like it when I’m naughty. How are you going to try to corrupt me tonight?” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Because I’m sure I’m going to love every second of it.”

Those lips being so close are such a tease, and he loves every second of it. Jaskier is all for spontaneous hook-ups in bars, but nothing compares to the build-up and anticipation.

"If I remember correctly, certain someone asked me to take her from behind." It's his turn to whisper in her ear, his pinky going just a little bit lower to tease her arse. "Would you like me to bend you over, Midge? To get you on your knees on the couch and let you stain the cushions? Will you display yourself for me?"

Midge exhales slowly, her eyes fluttering closed. The pictures he paints with his words are always so vivid. She can feel her pulse begin to race, the area between her legs starting to throb.

“Is that before or after I suck your cock?” Midge murmurs back.

A mumbled fuck escapes his lip when the mental image takes over his brain. The image of that lovely mouth of hers around his throbbing dick is hella erotic, and he can't wait to have her on her knees like that. Jaskier concentrates on the music to stay in the moment, not wanting to lose it quite yet.

"After," he replies after taking a moment to think about it. "You may help me take the edge off. Then I can slowly open you up with my mouth while I recover, and I shall last longer inside you. I'll pound into you until you're begging me to let you come."

She laughs breathlessly at his little curse, even though moments later she’s moaning too at the description of his head between her legs, his tongue in her folds.

“That sounds incredible,” Midge gasps. “I have something to wear for you as well.”

Several things, though she doesn’t plan on bringing them all out tonight. The rest of them will be for future encounters.

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