doesntsing | open post

Even though the room is dark, Midge can still see his face and body when he comes. It’s a beautiful thing to behold. It occurs to her that she hasn’t felt like this about a man since Joel. Not even Benjamin was afforded this level of affection.

As he pants against her skin, Midge gently strokes his hair and places a soft kiss on the top of his head. As affectionate as she feels towards him, Midge knows that it can’t turn into romantic feelings. Jaskier’s made it clear that he’s not interested in monogamy. Still, she can’t help but cherish the time she has with him.

Midge tilts his chin up and places her lips on his. “Satisfied, my darling?”

Her gentle touches help him return to reality, and he hums in delight at the affection. He's a very touchy, affectionate man, and it pleases him to find someone who will be happy to share those sweet touches.

"Plenty," he replies with a nod and a big smile. "I long to have you lead me to that place. That ends with you lying on top of me. Satisfied. Happy. And replete." He then kisses her back, lazily and content.

Midge loves touching and being touched by him. This kind of intimacy has been lacking in her life lately. She’s missed it.

“Three orgasms from you in one night,” she says, her voice full of amusement. “That’s quite a performance. And four for me.” Midge kisses him more deeply this time. “Why wouldn’t I be wet and eager for you when you provide such services?”

Realizing he's crushing her, Jaskier moves off her and lies on his side again before bringing her closer for cuddling. His arms wrap around her, happily kissing her back. Post-orgasm bliss and praise? He can get used to this.

"You should've met me when I was younger; the numbers would be higher." But it wouldn't have been as good - he wasn't as experienced. Shouldn't it be quality over quantity, Jaskier? Ah, the ego to show off will always be stronger. "I'm guessing four is your new record? Maybe we can think of something for another weekend and see if we can break it."

Their limbs tangle together and Midge gives him lazy kisses. She enjoys praising him, even if it feeds his ego.

“I’m sure you’re more experienced now,” Midge says. “Men have to learn how to please women and I’d say you’ve got it pretty down pat. This repressed housewife hasn’t come like this in a long time.”

Thank the gods for those kisses keeping his mouth busy, because he almost spouts that he's great at helping repressed housewives.

"I've never left a bed partner unsatisfied," he replies while pouting a little. He likes to think so anyway. There may've been a woman or two who faked it, but that was very early on. When you're a teen, it's harder to tell. Jaskier tilts his head. "I understand your situation, and I'm happy to be many of your firsts... but from what I've learned about you so far, I refuse to believe you weren't adventurous with your husband at least once. What was the craziest sexual thing you did before me?"

She laughs softly at his question. “Joel and I enjoyed sneaking off to semi-private places. Bathrooms, things like that. I’m sure I’d enjoy doing that with you too.”

Midge strokes her fingers through the hair on Jaskier’s chest. “You make me want to be adventurous.”

He laughs in return. "Oh, that's a great one! You can definitely count me in for that. I haven't forgotten about the mirror in your dressing room."

His face softens when he hears the rest, and he really feels for her. He kisses her forehead. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that. I want you to be adventurous. I want everyone to be adventurous, because the concept of 'routine' was invented by the devil himself. But especially you. Because I can see so much in you dying to come out."

Midge gasps a little, thinking about Jaskier fucking her in her dressing room at The Wolford. It all seems so naughty, and that turns her on more than she can express.

“What do you think is dying to come out in me?” she asks curiously.

That little (adorable!) gasp confirms what he's trying to say.

"Adventure. Creativity. Inquiry. Defiance. Passion. Desire." He kisses a different spot on her face and shoulders to punctuate each word. "Freedom."

She likes being adorable to him. The kisses produce equally adorable giggles from her. “Freedom to bend me over my vanity and pull my panties down and fuck me from behind?” she teases. “Creative and passionate positions in bed?”

Midge knows he means more than that, but she can’t help herself. Plus, being tangled naked with him with his cum drying on her thighs puts her in a saucy mood.

Honestly, he could spend hours kissing her silly just to hear more of those giggles. He laughs at her questions, always happy to get more glimpses of her humor and to have more confirmation of the things she's been repressing.

"And here I was, being all deep and philosophical. Next time someone accuses me of having the dirtiest mind in the room, I'll send them to you." He kisses her ear before speaking again. "But I do like having the freedom to fuck you to the Moon and back."

“Freedom is what America is all about. Be glad your portal opened up here and not in Russia.” Things would be undoubtedly worse for him and his family there.

“I think you think I’m a lot more dynamic than I am,” Midge tells him with a smile. “I just say what other people are thinking.” Nothing really that special.

"I'll be glad but also I'll keep complaining about the paperwork. Freedom has a funny shape here."

He squints at her, not believing what he's hearing. Calloused fingers raise her chin so blue can meet blue. It's dark, but he can still see her lovely smile. "Look me in the eye and swear you don't want more in life."

His question takes her aback a little bit. Nobody has ever asked her that, not even Susie. Midge stares back into Jaskier’s blue eyes.

“I do,” she tells him. “I want to be more than just a housewife, and I love performing.”

Most people don’t think she can or should be more.

He beams, incredibly pleased to hear that he hasn't read her wrong.

"Good. Great ambition is the passion of a great character." He gently caresses her cheek and kisses her forehead. "Don't let anyone force you into hiding behind the housewife. And don't ever feel like you must keep things under wraps around me of all people. Love yourself, darling. Be yourself."

Midge sighs gently. “It seems wrong to have that kind of ambition sometimes.” Jaskier is very easy for her to talk to about things like this. He understands what it’s like to be a performer, and he believes that she can be great. “A lot of people think I should just remarry and take care of my kids. I think I can have both though - my kids and my career.”

It’s going to take work and she’s going to need help. Fortunately, Joel and her parents will at least watch the kids while she’s working.

"No!" his hands fall on her arms, shaking her a little bit. "It's never wrong to have dreams and desires!" And just like that, he's sitting up, gesturing like crazy. "You're a person, not some animal that should be satisfied with just food and a place to sleep! Hell, even dogs have toys!"

So many toys. This world market for pets is wild.

"You CAN have both! You MUST! Miriam! Promise you won't let your family stop you from getting what you want."

Her eyes go wide at his reaction and she sits up with him.

“Jaskier, I don’t think anyone is as passionate about my career as you are.” It’s very sweet, considering that he hasn’t known her very long. Perhaps he forms attachments quickly. Midge strokes his cheek and then kisses him. “I want both and plan to work at having both. It just won’t be easy. I know that.”

"...no, it won't be easy. Sorry about that."

Jaskier appreciates the kiss and nuzzles her hand. He's always felt strongly about this subject, but he's realizing now that the uncertain future of his career has put him a little more on edge.

"Just so you know, I do care about your career. But what truly pisses me off is the idea of someone leaving dreams behind because society is pushing them in the opposite direction." A sigh. "I've seen it happen so many times. I don't want you to be another victim."

Midge’s hand finds his in the dark and she pulls him gently back down next to her. She holds him closely, their legs tangled together.

“Did someone want you to give up your dreams?”

It’s a bold question. Jaskier has seemed kind of reluctant to talk about his past. He hasn’t even told her his real name. His passion for her to not give up on her career might be due to someone trying to make him give up his.

He's glad to let her pull him down, squeezing her hand as he rests his head on her chest. Her heartbeat has calmed down since the last orgasm, but he still likes hearing it, and even hums to its tempo. That humming instantly stops when she asks her question, and his body tenses.

"...men are 'supposed'-" Pretty heavy on the sarcasm there. "--to grow balls and provide for a family. Not be 'sissy' and 'vexatious' in public."

“Jaskier…” she says quietly. Midge gives him a gentle kiss and then strokes his hair soothingly. “I like when you’re vexatious in public.”

The way he talks about his family makes it clear to Midge that his family supported him even less than hers supports her. At least she knows that her parents love her.

That actually makes him laugh. His body easily relaxes under the gentle touch of her affectionate hand.

"That's because you have excellent taste." He kisses her chest, right above her heart. "But thank you. It means a lot." A pause before talking again. "I said earlier I didn't want to ruin the mood, so... oops?"

“It’s okay,” she replies. “I like learning about you, even the things that aren’t so… shiny.”

Jaskier might be able to tell that Midge likes him. It’s a little bit more than just friends with benefits, if she really thinks about it. She doesn’t like thinking about it though, as it makes her a bit sad, knowing that he’s not interested in monogamy.

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(poem by Angel M)

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