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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.

"Oh my," he exclaims with raised eyebrows, hunger already appearing in his cornflower blues. "Someone has gone shopping at a very naughty place. What was that like, Midge? What did you feel when the clerk looked at you, knowing what you're going to use your purchase for?"

Midge blushes at that question, even as she looks into his eyes and sees the desire there.

“She told me that she hoped I would enjoy myself. I felt… a little smug, because I think she was jealous.” A woman working in a store like that wasn’t judgmental, at least. “I was aroused thinking about your reaction to seeing me in the outfits.”

It’s truly not like any lingerie she’s worn before. None of them have a practical purpose. They’re designed to be removed quickly or languished over during a fuck. Midge hopes that Jaskier will like what she purchased.

Jaskier can't help laughing when Midge says she felt smug, but it's laughter in absolute delight. Oh, how he wishes he could've seen it.

"You were right to be smug, my witty lady. Look at you, being all naughty in public. I'm so proud." He kisses her cheek. "I can't wait to see you in those outfits - knowing your taste, they must be marvellous. But for now-" He guides them through a whirl before talking again. "-we shall finish our dance, and our drink, and our food. And I shall keep talking sweetly to you, because dates are perfect to build up anticipation. Makes the final result more... explosive." He waggles his eyebrows.

Midge catches his mouth with hers in a kiss, longer and more passionate than the first one. It’s impulsive, though the longer the two of them dance closely together and say dirty things to each other, the more aroused Midge grows.

“Has that been sweet talk?” Midge asks. “It’s sounded rather naughty to me.”

As if she minds.

It's so impulsive that it takes Jaskier by surprise, but he doesn't hesitate to kiss back, pulling her body closer as he tastes the martini in her mouth. He bets there's lipstick on his lips now, and he plans to keep it there without an ounce of shame.

"Can something not be both erotic and sweet?" he asks with a tilted head, offering his best 'innocent' expression. Jaskier knows exactly what she means and she's right, but he'll always use words to turn things around in his favor. "Specially when you happen to taste so sweet. I could drink you like fresh ale."

He shouldn’t be so surprised, the way he’s turning her on. Surely Jaskier knows exactly what he’s doing to her.

“Maybe,” Midge replies, “but I think you knew what I meant. That innocent face is a pure lie.” She’s smiling. “What do I taste like, then? Candy? Strawberries?”

He gasps dramatically at the accusation. Before he can respond, the music comes to an end. Jaskier considers offering his arm as usual, but instead he keeps a hand on Midge's back to guide her back to their table, always teasing the top of her arse. So close, yet so far.

"Right now, your mouth tastes like alcohol. Which is very fitting, because kissing you is addicting." He then leans in to whisper, "Your cunt is pure honey - sweet, rich, and refined."

His hand isn’t quite touching her ass, but it’s close enough to send a message to any other men who were hoping to hit on her tonight: back off.

Midge sighs at his words, the honey already pooling between her legs. She orders another drink and then leans in to speak quietly to Jaskier.

“You like that you’re the only one getting to taste my honey, don’t you? You want to be greedy and lap it all up yourself.”

The pointed toe of her shoe starts to caress over his ankle.

"Huh?"

Jaskier is in the middle of biting an egg when Midge makes her comment, and he pauses in surprise. He'd put his hand on her back to keep on teasing her, so he doesn't quite get where she's coming from. It also makes him realize she isn't one to pick up other lovers, and he can't help wondering what that may mean. Not gonna worry about it as long as things stay cool, but it's a funny thing to notice.

He finishes his egg while considering how to answer - he doesn't want to lap it all up himself, he'd be very open to a third joining them for some fun. But he can't just say that. And while he isn't that kind of possessive man, he does like being a smug motherfucker when it comes to getting the wanted hottie in a bar.

When he feels her foot on his ankle, he grins.

"Look at you, getting more and more daring in public." He drops a hand on her thigh, taking advantage of the cover the table provides to rub it slowly. "I bet none of these blokes could handle how naughty you secretly are. They just want to put you in your place."

That assertion took him more by surprise than she had expected it to. Midge anticipated him saying yes, that he does want her all to himself, the hypocrisy of that not dawning on him. Perhaps he really isn’t the jealous type. That seems rare in a man, in a person.

She inhales and then exhales deeply as Jaskier rubs her thigh. “Maybe so. That’s why I’m selective.” Her brow furrows just a little. “I feel like you of all people don’t think it’s naughty to want pleasure, to be satisfied.”

They’ve joked about it, but Midge doesn’t feel as if she’s doing anything truly naughty. Society might consider it to be that way, but is there really anything wrong with two consenting adults enjoying their time together and finding pleasure with each other?

His eyes soften and his hand leaves her thigh to gently lift her chin instead.

"Oh, darling." He kisses her brow. "There's nothing wrong with wanting and pursuing pleasure. I like all the things you've shown me about yourself, I like that you've been finding a way to let go of what society has taught you thanks to the divorce and a career in the arts, I like that you've been finding your true self and you're embracing it. When I say that those blokes can't handle you, it means they're bloody idiots who can't handle greatness. Too wired by what is proper to enjoy what is wild. That's what I think about those who can't handle me either."

His hand next falls to her back, but this time it stays on the shoulder area, rubbing in a more comforting way.

"Language is complex, and oh, what a complex word 'naughty' is. I don't think being naughty is inherently wrong. Mischief is fun. I do use that connotation as part of the tease, however - it's part of the thrill. I just heard your act, know the topics you touched. Are you telling me you don't feel that thrill every time you go down the forbidden subject road? Do you not love the power to be 'improper' on stage?" He gestures the quotation marks. "You and I, like many an artist out there, know these things aren't actually wrong. But we bask in the feeling of doing what is considered wrong by others."

He looks directly into her eyes, wanting to be sure he isn't sending this date right into hell. "I'll stop using that word if that's your wish, but I want you to think about it and swear it's what you truly want. Because I'm willing to be you were as proud to be in jail as I was."

His words and touch are comforting to her and she leans into it, suddenly wanting that reassurance and warmth. He’s very good at giving it.

“I like you too, Jaskier.” It’s hard to find people that support her wholeheartedly; she can count their number on one hand. Midge believes that he cares for her too, even if he doesn’t wish to be in a relationship. She hopes that won’t complicate things later. For now, she greatly enjoys his companionship - and his penis.

“I do,” she admits. “I like shocking people. Sometimes it’s the only way to get them to pay attention. You don’t have to stop using the word ‘naughty’. We both know that the meaning of it is nuanced.”

Midge has never been on a date like this before, where she’s discussed the meaning of words and general morality. Usually the conversation is about work and family. She and Jaskier have spoken about that as well, but this conversation is so much deeper, more intimate in a way. Slipping a hand into his, she squeezes it.

He instantly beams when she says she likes him, happy to know they're having fun together outside of sex as well. Jaskier likes having lots of friends, of the fuckery variety or not. When she takes his hand, he returns the squeeze before raising it to kiss her knuckles.

"I won't lie, I'm relieved to hear that. I like using the word - and I like how rebellious you are. It's very inspiring." He winks, meaning he finds it a turn-on.

At that moment, the waitress comes with their second round of drinks. Jaskier has chosen a fruity cocktail this time, not too big - they can leave after they finish these ones. He raises his glass. "To being naughtily talented?"

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