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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?"

Her face cracks into a smile. “I find you very inspiring as well.” She means it the same way that he does, though she’s interested to see him perform. He might be artistically inspiring too.

Midge picks up her drink and clinks it against his, giving an amused look at his colorful drink. “What did you order this time?”

"Piña colada sangría," he explains after taking a sip. "Wine, rum, and lots of fruit. It's been one of my favorites so far. There's also one called Pink Squirrel that is deliciously sweet, unlike actual squirrels."

He takes another sip and catches a cherry, but he doesn't swallow either. Instead, he leans in and kisses Midge, sharing his drink in a more fun way.

Midge’s eyes open wide when she feels him pass the cherry from his mouth to hers. She laughs, her mouth full of alcohol, her hand up in front of her mouth in case some accidentally leaks out.

After chewing and swallowing the cherry, she speaks. “I have a new word for you: incorrigible.”

When Jaskier pulls back, he's laughing as well. She always has the most adorable reactions.

"And you like it that way." He eats the other cherry whole, stem included. The munching seems to be taking longer than usual, and when he's done, he takes the stem and presents it to Midge to show off the knot he just made with just his mouth.

“I do,” she confirms.

Midge sips her martini as she watches Jaskier chew. For a moment, she thinks there was something inedible in the drink. Then he shows her the knotted stem and she smirks at him.

“Show off. I already know that you’re an expert with your tongue.” Her toe goes further up his trouser leg. “Very much looking forward to having you show me all your tricks tonight.”

He catches his breath as that toe goes higher, his mind filling with mental images of their plans. Midge promised a blowjob and some new clothing, two things he's greatly looking foward to.

"I should be saying the same thing. Can't wait to learn how talented your mouth is off the stage." He tilts his head, hunger clear in his eyes. "All my tricks? Does that mean I get you all night?"

She can feel her pulse ticking up again, that now familiar feeling of arousal flowing through her body at the way that he looks at her. Knocking back her martini glass, she takes a larger gulp, trying to finish her drink sooner.

“I’m spending the night there,” she confirms. “You’re welcome to stay.”

Is that what he meant? Midge has the sudden worry that Jaskier won’t want to spend the night there with her. Maybe he’ll leave in the very early hours of the morning. It won’t necessarily upset her if she does, but she misses being able to fall asleep in someone else’s arms.

Midge pushes that thought away. This isn’t a relationship. Neither of them want a relationship.

She's really eager, isn't she? Jaskier is both flattered and inspired by her enthusiasm. He meant it when he said he likes doing build-up, the chase does make it all more delicious - but he can't blame her, they've been piling it up pretty hard. He downs half of his drink too, and signals the waiter for the bill.

"It sounds perfect. Then we can wash up together too - please, tell me it has a big tub."

He's come to appreciate showers in this world, but tubs will always be superior.

Jaskier likes that anticipation. Midge is less patient. If they both want this, she doesn’t see a need to wait any longer. Besides, they have lots of plans for the evening.

Her heart leaps at the idea of him spending the night with her. At least it means that he doesn’t intend to just sleep with her and be on his way. She likes the cuddling afterwards, something that was interrupted during their first time together.

“They do,” Midge replies. “Big enough for both of us to fit, at least.”

"Sounds like another plan for our list then."

After paying for everything himself, Jaskier finishes his drink and finally stands up. He hangs his satchel on his side and his lute on his back before passing the flowers to Midge.

"Did you leave anything backstage? Are we walking or taking a cab?"

“Thank you,” she says when he pays the bill. This really was a date.

“I have to get my coat at the coat check and then we can walk over there. It’s only a few blocks away.”

Midge cradles the flowers as the two of them walk through the club. They’re getting a few looks again. Guess a man with a lute on his back isn’t a sight that is seen every day.

Besides her coat, Midge had also checked a pair of lightweight gloves and a hat that matches her dress. Fully accessorized once again, she takes Jaskier’s arm as they walk out into the cool night.

New York is still busy, even this late at night. Midge leads him around people on the sidewalk towards the Goldbergs’ apartment.

“I know you had a show tonight,” she says, “but do you bring the lute everywhere with you?” The only time she saw him without it was when they were in jail.

She fits so easily on his arm, it makes him very happy to see her take it without even having to ask. Jaskier likes the energy of New York and its bubbly nights, so getting to walk also adds to the reasons for this night being so good.

The comment about his lute makes him laugh.

"Most of the time," he responds with a shrug. "I've been trying to change it here, but it's an old habit. Quite hard to drop it. After so many years, not feeling it on my back feels... empty, in a way." Remembering that they'll have the whole night together, he then adds, "But look at it this way: it means I may serenade you later. If it pleases you."

“It would please me,” she says with a smile. Jaskier has a very mellow voice and she’s enjoyed the little bit of his singing that she’s heard so far.

“Have you ever taught anyone to play?”
Midge asks, leaning in to him as they walk together. Their pace isn’t hurried, despite what they both know awaits them. As eager as Midge might be to have sex with him, she can still enjoy a walk in the fresh air on the arm of a handsome man.

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He's delighted to hear he may charm her with song, and his mind is already going through his dirtiest songs when she throws another question.

"I did a bit of that during my winters in Oxenfurt, but I've never done full tutoring. What about your studies? You told me you attended university too. Did you do anything with that?"

Oh, the dirty songs will amuse her, never you worry, Jaskier. She knows how much he loves to see her blush and to make her laugh.

“I majored in Russian Literature,” Midge replies with a sigh. “Honestly, I went to college to find a husband. I found one.” And look where she is now. “It was a totally impractical major, but I was interested in it. I speak a little bit of Russian. That’s probably the most useful thing I got out of it.”

Russian Literature didn’t often come up as a housewife, nor has it come up as a comedian.

Went to college to find a husband. Jaskier wonders if she regrets it, but he isn't about to ask that. He may be a dumbass, but he isn't dumb.

"Impractical is irrelevant - it's what you loved. Have you tried sitting through a subject you hate? It's pure hell. Your mind wouldn't have gotten anything out of it."

So many teens in his lectures definitely didn't want to be there, and those were always his worst students.

"Would you say something to me in the other language?" He repeats the question in Elder.

“That’s how I feel about math,” Midge tells him. “I’m good at it, but I don’t find it interesting.”

What would she have done with it? Become a bookkeeper? That sounds incredibly boring.

Her eyes widen when he says something in another language. “Oh, what was that?” Midge thinks for a moment about what she wants to say, then goes with: “Когда рак на горе свистнет.”

"Elder, the language of the elves in my world. Like my ring."

Jaskier has no idea what she said, but it makes him smile anyway. He loves language and accents in general, and this world is full of new ones, with all kinds of delightful expressions.

"That was interesting. I don't think I heard that one before. We were given English when we arrived, and I think I heard some of-- Spanish, I believe?"

“It sounds beautiful,” Midge says of Elder. The Elves do seem to have a lovely-sounding language with some beautiful turns of phrase.

“Spanish, yes.” She glances up at him, a smile playing at her lips. “Want to know what I said? ‘When the lobster whistles on the mountain.’”

After giving him a moment to react to that, she explains. “It’s an idiom. It means something unlikely to happen. Kind of like ‘when pigs fly’ in English.” She enjoys that Russian phrase. “And we’re here.”

Midge steers him to a well-to-do looking building on their left. The elevator takes them to the third floor and Midge retrieves a key from her purse to open apartment 308. The space isn’t huge, but it’s cozy and well-appointed. It’s clear from the decor that the owners have some money.

Alone at last, Midge turns to Jaskier and presses her mouth to his in a hungry kiss. Her hands go to his chest as she tastes the fruity alcohol on his lips. She lingers there, sucking gently on his lower lip.

“Mmm… you taste like pineapple.”

He chuckles at the meaning of the phrase. "I'm sorry, but the Russians win this one. The lobster one is better."

This building is as nice as Midge's, which isn't surprising considering it's someone's second property. Thinking of it as another hotel, Jaskier allows himself to enjoy the sight of fine things decorating the room.

As soon as she turns to him, Jaskier puts his hands on her waist and happily kisses her back, making little noises when she sucks on his lip.

"And soon I'll taste of you. But we aren't hiding from your parents anymore, and we have all night. So we're doing this right."

Still determined to go through the whole seduction process, Jaskier kisses her cheek before moving to the living room. He leaves his lute and satchel on an armchair before taking off his jacket and shoes, delighted to feel the carpet under his feet. He also loosens his tie knot but doesn't take it off quite yet, hoping Midge may want to pull it.

Just as he hoped, there's a radio in the room. He quickly goes through a few stations before finding some soothing music. Grinning in victory, Jaskier then moves the coffee table out of the way. Once Midge has put down her things too, he grabs her hand and brings her to the middle of the room.

It's not just a slow dance, although the usual swaying is still there. Jaskier rubs her back while kissing her thoroughly, making sure to taste every inch of her mouth and suck on her tongue. His hands slowly go down and unlike the club, they don't stop - they fall on Midge's arse and squeeze, pushing her against him until not even a needle can get between them.

Midge takes off her coat and hat, watching as Jaskier loosens his tie and turns on the radio. She wills herself to be patient and allow him to seduce her. It’s clear that he wants to take his time with her tonight. They’ll have plenty of time to get through all of their plans, so why not follow his lead?

She allows herself to be pulled close, sighing when he kisses her. Her mouth open against his, the kisses grow a little sloppy, lipstick smearing over both of their mouths. There’s a soft moan when he grabs her ass and pulls her flush against him. She can feel his cock against her stomach. Midge’s hands go to his chest, caressing the muscles there through his shirt.

“Have you managed to go all evening without getting hard? Because I’m dripping wet for you.”

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I want that drink

now you have your weekend plans lol

seriously

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Why are we awake?

because we can

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