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The silence is comfortable, though Midge doesn’t mind when Jaskier breaks it.

“You’re a loyal friend,” Midge tells him, gently stroking his hair. She takes his hand and lays kisses on his scarred fingertips. “Maybe not so much of an egotist.” She’s teasing.

His whole body shivers when she kisses those particular scars, but also a little sigh leaves his lips. Relief, comforted. Assured. It feels nice.

"My ego takes offense to that," he jokes back. He's glad to do so, to let her keep the mood light. "How much do I have to pay you to say that to my couple of arses at home?"

Taking care of him actually feels wonderful to her.

“They don’t appreciate your sacrifice?” Midge asks. “I’ll be happy to tell them that you aren’t selfish. You’ll have to pay me in orgasms.”

That seems suitably unselfish.

He laughs again. "A very fair price from a fair lady." A kiss for her chin because that's what he can reach, and he doesn't want to move. "Although, is it truly 'paying' if I'm getting orgasms out of it too?"

“Oh, were you expecting orgasms in return?” Midge asks, leaning her head down to catch his mouth in a brief kiss.

“Is it too forward to ask you to play something for me?” Midge realizes that she’s never heard him play his lute before, despite the fact that he carries it everywhere.

Before he can answer, he's enjoying a new kiss. Playing dirty, missy! But he can't tease her for that either, because then she's making a request... a big one. Jaskier instantly beams.

"Forward? My sweet lady, I'll never say no to performing. And I did say I would serenade you, didn't I?"

After pecking her lips, he leaves the room to get his lute and a towel. He comes back to sit on the edge of the bed and covers his naked groin with the towel before resting the lute - his precious instrument mustn't be stained by sweat or cum.

He plays a few random chords while thinking where to begin, and decides to go for A Little Sacrifice. His eyes close as he remembers the day it happened, his voice full of emotion softly echoing in the darkness of the room.

The sight of him playing the lute while (nearly) naked, brings a smile to her face. Midge lays on her stomach as she listens to him.

While she’s excited to see Jaskier on the stage, nothing can compare to the intimacy of this performance. She can hear every word that he sings. It’s interesting that he’s chosen to sing a love song, though she supposes that most songs are about love anyway.

Midge gives him a little round of applause when he finishes. “Do you believe in the sort of true love that song talks about?”

Back to the heavy questions, it seems. It’s easier to do in the darkness.

He smiles at the applause, giving a slight bow as thanks. His hands still play some random chords while she talks, but they freeze when she asks that question. Dropping all the heavy topics tonight, mmh?

Jaskier's expression turns more serious, but there's no hesitation in his answer. "Yes." There are thousands of things running through his mind, including decades of pinning, so he tries to ignore them by adding- "The song is a true story. Geralt and I helped the prince and the siren find happiness."

“Did you? So did he end up on water or did she end up on land?”

Midge sits up so that she can sit next to him and cuddle close. She likes touching him and she places her chin on his shoulder.

“What about you?” she asks quietly. “Have you found that sort of happiness?”

Asking for a friend who definitely isn’t her.

"He joined her in the sea."

When she appears on his shoulder, he tilts his head to rest it against her - he likes the touching and cuddling too. His hands go back to picking strings, trying to find the right answer for that question. It seems she's determined to destroy him tonight in more ways than sex.

"I'm single," he replies as he chooses his words carefully. "And I've only had one failed relationship many a year ago." A pause. His eyes glance at his burnt fingers. "But I like to think I've loved that strongly."

“Did he grow gills or something?”

She’s asking hard questions and he’s indulging her, so for that, she’s grateful. A gentle kiss to his cheek as she debates how far to push, and ultimately decides to stop. He’s already told her that he doesn’t do relationships. Midge suspects that failed relationship in his past is affecting his current decision. She can understand what it’s like to have a relationship go horribly wrong and to maybe think love is no longer worth it.

When she notices him glance at his fingers, she knows he’s talking about love for his family, not romantic love.

“You have good things to offer a partner,” she says, before choosing to lighten the mood again. “The orgasms alone are worth it.”

"He became a siren, too. Magic can be as useful as it can be dangerous."

He's talking about romantic love - but it's probably for the best that she can't tell. Jaskier is choosing his words carefully on purpose, after all. When she mentions a partner, he thinks this conversation is about to sink really deeply into dangerous waters, but she finishes talking and thank the gods she's just joking.

Jaskier chuckles. "If only sex was all it took, mmh?" But to bring the mood back, he plays Fishmonger's Daughter with a big grin on his face. Humorous ditties are as important as love songs.

She wasn’t entirely joking. Midge thinks he has qualities that would make for a good partner. The sex is a wonderful cherry on top.

Midge grins when he starts to sing again, this song funnier and more lighthearted than the last one. She runs one of her hands through the hair on his chest and toys with his tuning fork necklace. Jaskier manages to complete the song without being totally distracted by her.

“I like when you sing to me,” she murmurs in his ear.

Jaskier throws his head back over her shoulder, eyes closed as he hums in bliss. Her hands always feel so good on him, especially her nails - they get his skin all tingly and sensitive. It's delightful.

"Do you?" His tone is teasing. "Because it seems to me that you're trying to distract me from doing so."

“Maybe. But I probably shouldn’t rile you up again, my sweet bard.” She kisses his ear and then gently bites his lobe. “There’s always tomorrow morning. Are you ready for bed?”

The biting makes him gasp. "I shall not, she says, yet she does it anyway!" He turns his head to kiss her cheek, clearly doing more teasing. "You are no vampiress, you are a demon." Then he grabs her hand to kiss it too before nodding. "Let me put my lute away."

Because his baby deserves to sleep safely and comfortably in its case. When he comes back, the towel is wet, and he uses it to clean the cum on her thighs. He works gently but quickly, not wanting to do any riling up either.

Then he joins her under the covers and brings her closer to cuddle.

"Good night, Miriam." A kiss for her forehead.

Now it’s her turn to gasp dramatically. “A demon? So rude.”

While he goes to put the lute away, Midge pulls back the blankets and sheets from the bed. When Jaskier starts to clean her thighs, she smiles at him and kisses the top of his head. It’s such a sweet, intimate gesture, and it only makes Midge grow more fond of him.

She lies in his arms, feeling safe and warm. “Goodnight, Jaskier,” she replies, giving him a tender kiss to his lips.

Jaskier loves sleeping with a warm body against his, and he plans to stay in bed until late. They fell asleep pretty late already, so it's only fair to get their obligatory eight hours. Beauty calls and all.

His plans are ruined early in the morning by the ringing of a phone in the living room. Not the apartment one, but one of their devices hiding in their bags. Hard to tell which one.

Jaskier groans in frustration and hides his face in her neck. "Nope, nope, not doing that, too early for that."

Midge has missed sleeping next to somebody. Throughout the night, if she finds that she has strayed, she snuggles back up against him and he welcomes her with his arms wrapped around her. She buries her head in his chest, breathing in the sweet scent of him.

She’s in and out of sleep when she hears the phone ringing. Midge groans and rolls over. “That’s not my ring,” she murmurs. The devices have three to choose from and she didn’t pick this one.

"Of course it isn't," he grumbles as he reaches for her, getting more frustrated because she's rolling away from him. "Maybe if I ignore it, it'll just stop."

It doesn't stop. In fact, the basic phone ring becomes Toss a Coin, which means this is Yennefer using magic and Jaskier's dick is in danger. While cursing in every language he knows, Jaskier (very reluctantly) leaves the bed and drags his feet to the living room, where he grabs his bag... only to remember that his phone is in his jacket. More cursing while he finds it among his clothes on the floor.

His grumbling calms down just a bit when he hears Yennefer's exhausted voice. She and Geralt dealt with some big bads last night, and now she needs to rest instead of working on a potion order. Usually, she'd be handling the client, being a powerful woman and all, but she doesn't have the energy. Jaskier promises to take care of it-- only to suddenly choke on his own tongue when Yennefer teases him about his current activities. Just in case Midge has been hearing him, he changes to Elder and ends the conversation as soon as he has an opening.

On his way to the bathroom, he peeks into the bedroom and tells Midge-- "The snake wants you to know she'll cover up for you if you decide to chop my cock off."

Midge hears the tune change and vaguely wonders how the device is doing that, but she’s still too sleepy to really process it. She sneaks a look at the clock. 9 AM. Not horribly late, but much later than she normally sleeps in. Bits and pieces of Jaskier’s conversation float in and out, but then he’s speaking in another language and Midge stops paying attention.

When he returns to the bedroom, Midge is half covered in the sheet. She stretches as she looks up at him with half-closed eyes. “Yennefer?” she asks, then gives a short laugh. “Why would I want to chop off something that gives me orgasms?”

"Something about spending too much time with me not being good for your mental health," he replies from he bathroom. He's already opening both taps and finding the right temperature to fill up the tub.

Jaskier then relieves himself and washes his face really quickly - simply because the cold water helps him wake up. He'd love to go back to bed, but he has to visit that client and get ready for his gig, so he doesn't have much time to spare.

While the tub fills up, he returns to the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed next to Midge, bending over to kiss her lips. "Good morning."

“Good thing I’m already crazy,” she replies sleepily.

As much as she doesn’t want to get out of bed, the hot bath sounds inviting, especially because Jaskier will be in it as well.

“Good morning,” she tells him, returning his kiss. Midge allows him to help her up out of the bed and into the bathroom. “What did Yennefer want?”

He laughs. "Every artist is a little crazy." Or he hopes so, anyway.

Usually, Jaskier is nothing but a gentleman and lets ladies go first - however, the tub requires a different setup. He gets in first and sits against the back before opening his arms and legs, inviting Midge to sit between them.

"She needs me to deal with a client. So I'll have to leave soon, but I do have time for breakfast. That is, if there's food in this place." It occurs to him now that if the place is usually empty, the fridge may be too.

So very inviting. How can Midge say no? Taking his hand, she carefully steps into the tub and sits down between his legs, her back against his chest. She pouts a little when he says he has to leave soon, though they have spent quite a lot of time together, and she’ll see him later that night for his performance.

“The one thing I didn’t think of,” Midge laments. “There’s a cafe on the corner though.” It will require getting dressed, but Midge supposes that they’ll have to do that anyway.

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I love that icon

haha it's the cat isn't it

i feel like he and the cat are making the same face

sharing the one braincell

mmhmm

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it can Jaskier's phone with a call from his family, or Midge's from Joel/parents. your choice lol

let’s let it be his family this time!

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