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As soon as she moves closer to cuddle, he puts an arm around her and the strawberry box on his groin. He thinks he's funny.

"Pretending to corrupt you? Is that our cover story?" he teases before taking another bite from a strawberry. He only eats half and feeds the other half to Midge. "I'm truly glad you liked it. I want you to experience everything you've been missing. I want to feed the artist in you and watch her grow."

He chuckles at her question. "There's something you have to understand about me: I won't sit through something I don't like, unless it has to do with survival." There's another exception: enduring something to get what he wants. But he won't say it aloud, he doesn't want her to think he's using her - because he isn't. "Of course I liked it, it was wonderful. You're always so eager and enthusiastic - and you tell me what you want. On a beauty like you? That's a killing combination."

Midge looks at the box of strawberries next to his cock and rolls her eyes fondly.

“It was, in our role play that was not at all similar to real life.” She slowly eats the strawberry out of his fingers, licking her lips and his fingers in order to lap up the juice. “Is it okay? That I’m… eager?”

Even though she’s feeling better about how much she wants him, hearing validation from him that she’s not some kind of deviant would make her happy.

His eyes soften.

"Oh, darling." He kisses the top of her head, internally cursing society norms for putting stupid ideas in her mind. "Never be ashamed of wanting to enjoy yourself - no matter if it's alcohol, sweets, or sex. You aren't hurting anybody. Your kids are taken care of. You earned your coin. You're allowed to do anything you want now. I like you eager."

Remembering how she giggled earlier, he starts dropping light kisses all over her face, hoping to bring her smile back.

"There's only one slut in this room, and that's me." He winks. Is he serious or joking? Yes. "So unless you're going to start judging me, too, then you can't judge yourself."

It’s a relief to hear him say that. Society might feel differently, but society doesn’t need to know what the two of them do together.

Midge squinches her eyes closed when he starts to kiss all over her face, then indeed starts to giggle. She’s so fond of him that he’s able to make her laugh easily.

“You’re right. You are a slut,” Midge says, giving him a playful kiss. “But you’re so… confident. You don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.”

Oh, she's going to use that a lot against him in the future, isn't she? He's given her just a little word, and she's already absorbed it. She's so smart and quick to think; he adores her for it. Banter will only get better the more they get to know each other.

He laughs at her comments and looks at her for a second, considering something.

"I'm going to tell you something," he says after a pause. "And if this doesn't show how much I like you, I don't know what will. But you must promise you won't tell my family that I admitted this, otherwise I'll have to send you a curse." He takes another sip of champagne to gather courage. "I'm actually very easy to rile up. Remember how we met?"

Told a guy off for his opinion on his music. Yeah, not the best with criticism.

“I promise,” she says. She had better promise a person who can have a real curse sent her way.

“Someone didn’t like your music.”

Midge can see him as being easily riled. He’s certainly very easy to rile in the bedroom.

"He was really loud about it," he clarifies. "It wouldn't have been so bad if he just had left." He looks at her with his head tilted while munching a strawberry. "That night in jail... you told me you've told people off, too. Any stories?"

Midge thought there was more to the story, not just that he didn’t like criticism. Granted, what he’s describing is extremely rude behavior. Midge would have been annoyed about that too.

“What about constructive criticism?” she asks.

She exhales, thinking about his question. “Comedians have to learn how to deal with hecklers, especially female comedians. A lot of men probably think I just need to go back to the kitchen, but most of them aren’t rude enough or drunk enough to say it.” She sighs. “Actually, the biggest thing that I run into is not being taken seriously. I get a lot of people thinking, here’s a pretty young woman come to tell us some jokes, isn’t she adorable? They think this is a lark for me.”

He wrinkles his nose. "...it depends, I suppose." Translation: not a big fan either, but he's had his exceptions. Thoughtful help is rare in his experience. He thinks about Essi and how he won't be able to visit her grave again if he stays here. Fuck, better kick those thoughts away.

Her story gets all his attention and Jaskier rubs her back to comfort her, mumbling hypocrite cowards under his breath. He shakes his head. "And even if it was a lark, why would that mean you don't deserve respect? Fuckers just want free entertainment without having to acknowledge anyone that will put their world views in danger."

Jaskier pauses, covering it with another strawberry. He doesn't want to make this a sadness competition - it isn't, and it never will. But at the same time, he wants to give her hope.

"Very early on, I believed they only hated my songs because they were about Geralt. The witcher's whore, they called me." The growl in his voice shows how much he hated that. Being called slutty is one thing; insulting a relationship is another. "But even when I sang about drinking or romance, the judgment never stopped. I was too colorful for taverns." 'Colorful' meaning 'queer'. "Of course, I ended up singing in royal courts and they never left their shitholes. But it took years, and I had a bodyguard. I won't tell you it gets easier, because it won't, not until you make it, at least. And I know you will make it. So don't let them put you down. You have a manager and a supportive family that will be there for you. They only have their own bitterness."

She raises an eyebrow. Constructive criticism can be helpful. Lord knows Susie is full of it. Even if it’s not always delivered by her in a constructive manner, she usually has a point. Being that she’s been in the business longer than Midge, she usually takes Susie’s advice.

This must be the uglier side of Jaskier’s ego. Midge supposes that one day, she and Jaskier will clash over it. Fortunately, today is not that day.

“Thank you.” Midge kisses his cheek. “I don’t expect this to be an easy ride, but that doesn’t make it any less frustrating to be underrated and overlooked. I can count on one hand the amount of people who really think I can make it in this business.”

"Oh, feeling frustrated is fine. Please do complain about them. I do it all the time! Shame them in public if you have the chance and no boss who may fire you is looking. That can be fun."

He wraps his arms around her and pulls to make her lie fully on top of him. The few remaining strawberries roll on the mattress, but he doesn't care. A kiss for her nose. "We'll have to make that number grow. You're coming to Rainbow Road tomorrow, right? I can introduce you to the owner."

“I already shame my family enough in public without calling them out for not supporting me.”

She moves on top of him when he pulls her that way, happy to have skin to skin contact with him again.

“Yes, I’m coming,” Midge tells him. She’s interested to see him perform. “Have I sated your unbridled lust tonight, my sweet bard?”

"I meant 'shame your haters', but I'll never say not to shaming your family as well." His tone is teasing, but he also means it.

He kisses her when she says she'll come to see him perform, and hopes everything goes well. She's been extremely open-minded so far, but actually being there with his people will be the real test, so to speak. Unlike Brandon, she won't be paid to deal with it.

The question takes him by surprise, but he grins. It's not every day that he meets someone who can match him in levels of lust.

"Rumors say I can never be sated." He winks as he turns to drop her on the mattress with him on top. "Are you asking for me or for yours--"

The sound of something getting squished interrupts him. It seems he's dropped Midge on top of the strawberries. Jaskier's forehead falls on her shoulder as he starts laughing.

She’s grinning up at him until she feels the strawberry squish under her back.

“Shit.” Midge is laughing too though and she threads her fingers through his hair. “I think I’m ready to take a bath.”

"Not a bad idea. But also consider..."

He gently turns Midge around and finds the offending fruits. Without hesitation, he proceeds to lick all of them off her skin, taking his sweet time with each of them. Now they taste like Midge, which makes them sweeter, he thinks.

She sighs at the sensation of his tongue on her skin. She settles in on her stomach while he licks the strawberries off of her back.

“Your tongue?” She asks. “Is that what I should be considering?”

Jaskier is perfect with his tongue. Even though he’s already given her three wonderful orgasms, Midge knows that if his head or his hand or his cock were to find its way between her legs again, she would allow him to do as he pleases.

"Maybe," he replies jokingly.

The last strawberry is on her butt, so he uses the chance to suck on her cheek and leave a mark there too. This accident has become a wonderful little game, and he's starting to consider ideas for that syrup thing he saw on ice cream.

"I was thinking..." Always dangerous. He gets on top of Midge just to tease, making sure to put his weight on his knees not to crush her. His mouth goes to her ear as usual. "How about we leave the bath for tomorrow morning, before we leave? A nice massage to start the day as good as new. And now we may go for something more relaxed, to contrast against the intensity I just put you through." He kisses her cheek and her shoulder. "Lights out, radio off, just you and I caressing each other under the covers. Slow and sensual."

She hums in her throat when he says he’s been thinking. Highly dangerous indeed.

Midge turns her head so that she can see him after he makes his suggestion. That sounds wonderfully intimate and even as there’s a small pang of worry in her heart, Midge still can’t resist. “Alright.” She’s sure it will turn sexual but doesn’t have much of a problem with that. “Let me get cleaned up a bit and then I’ll join you in bed.”

Oh, he definitely meant it in a sexual way. Just a nice, slow fuck to end the night. Jaskier kisses her cheek and gets off her to get ready.

As promised, he turns the lights off around the apartment and closes the curtains. He also turns off the radio. He only leaves the night light in the bedroom on so Midge can make her way back. The used condom, the, box and the bottles are thrown in the trash and a brand new condom is left on the night table. Fortunately the bed has multiple blankets, so he removes the top one with the strawberry stains and loosens up the other ones. The couch cushions are thrown to the corner of the room for now, they can tidy up that later.

Jaskier gets under the covers and lies down with his arms under his head, waiting for Midge while singing.

"♫ My baby whispers in my ear / Mm, Mm, sweet nothings / He knows the things I like to hear / Mm, Mm, sweet nothings ♫"

Look at him, knowing songs from this world.

While Jaskier cleans up the apartment, Midge takes some time to clean up herself. After taking off the lingerie, Midge takes a washcloth and wets it. She careful wipes the cum off of her thigh. Without her typical creams and makeup removers here, she’s going to have to improvise. She uses a different towel and some soap and water to remove her makeup. Then, she cards her fingers through her hair in order to untangle it a bit.

A smile crosses her lips when she hears Jaskier singing. She comes out of the bathroom and slips into bed with him.

“Uh huh, honey.” She grins. “You know that girl is like, 14 years old?”

Oh, she took off the lingerie. Not a bad idea for what they're about to do, actually, kudos to her. Jaskier openly stares at her gorgeous body and doesn't react to her question until she's in bed with him.

"...what." He drags his hands down his face. "I only heard the song, I didn't see her! What the fuck? That could've been Ciri!"

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“Yeah her record label keeps that under wraps,” Midge says with a raise of her eyebrow. “But, let’s not ruin the mood.” Leaning up, she presses a slow kiss to Jaskier’s mouth. “You’re more than welcome to whisper sweet nothings to me.”

Her eyes adjust to the cool darkness of the room as she slides close to him. Jaskier’s blue eyes stand out, as well as the glint off of his necklace.

"I think I can do that."

Jaskier lies on his side and puts an arm around her to pull her close, returning the kiss. It's a slow one, taking his sweet time to kiss her thoroughly, nipping on her lower lip and teasing her tongue with his.

His voice is kept in a sensual purr when he reaches her ear. "Close your eyes and touch my skin. Can you find my scars in the darkness?" His own hands slowly explore her body, too, going up her thighs and her back one inch at a time. "Can you hear our heartbeats echoing in the night?"

Midge is happy to cuddle with him. She wraps one arm around his back when he pulls her close and returns his kiss with equal passion.

Following his request, Midge closes her eyes and lets her fingers explore his skin. There are a few patches on his side that feel different. “Here?” she asks. Midge shivers when she feels his hands on her thighs and back.

His breath catches for a second when she finds the scar.

"Yes. Nails of a vampiress. Yours feel much nicer. I love the way they scrape my skin, making it tingle. Especially on my head." He kisses her neck while taking a moment to gather some courage. There's something he's been dealing with and he knows he must push himself through it to work it out. His left hand traces her spine, then the two scarred fingers from his right hand repeat the process. "Feel the difference?"

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