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[doesntsing]

She smiles, then is quiet for a moment, thinking.

“I should probably go. I told my parents that I wouldn’t be out very late tonight.” Midge scoffs at that. “Oi, I sound 16… Anyway, I’ll take a ride if he’s offering one.”

It’s best if she leaves now. Dancing with him will only make her want him when she knows that she can’t have him tonight.

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He laughs at her comment. "I bet you didn't do anything like this when you were 16." A waste, if you ask him. He takes her hand and kisses it. "Thank you for coming. It meant a lot."

They join the others at the door and Jaskier convinces Geralt to give Midge a ride without much trouble. They discuss the drinks and the club, which Yennefer and Geralt appreciated because they felt comfortable in. Still not exactly their scene, but better than the average 'classy' restaurant - those may be calmer, but they get stared at a lot (and not for sexy reasons).

Geralt gets on his bike and offers Midge the other helmet with an arched eyebrow.

"Or is your hair delicate too?"

"Oi!" Jaskier complains, knowing that's a jab at him. Yennefer just looks amused.

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Midge kisses his cheek again. “Thank you for inviting me. You were wonderful and I had a great time.” She really did, even if she thinks she likes it better when Jaskier sings for her one on one.

Riding a motorcycle in her dress and heels is going to be interesting, but Midge is game. She takes the offered helmet and straps it on her head. “My skull is more delicate than my hair.” It’s the end of the night anyway. Her hair can get messed up.

She turns to Jaskier before she leaves. “Will you text me?” Having him text her is probably easier than her trying to divine when he’s alone and ready to talk.

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"I will," Jaskier answers with a nod. Yennefer opens her mouth to say something mocking, but Jaskier complains in Elder. The last thing Midge will hear before Geralt takes off is the two of them bickering and Geralt's sigh.

He hates the helmet, but he hates cops more, so he wears it to avoid trouble. Geralt drives pretty fast, but thanks to his enhanced reflexes, he's become a great driver in a short time. At the red lights, he checks on Midge for directions.

Once they reach her apartment, he only says goodbye to her with a nod. It isn't until she's about to cross the door that he finally thinks of something to say.

"I know he can be a lot. So-" An awkward pause. "Thanks." That's the best way he can express I don't know why you showed up and dealt with him flirting with everyone in the dance floor.

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This is starting to remind her of when her grandparents used to speak Yiddish around her. Usually it was because it was something they didn’t want her to hear. Thankfully, Geralt takes off before she has to hear much more.

He’s a careful driver and Midge feels safe on the bike with him. Also, she can’t lie, it’s really nice to wrap her arms around his muscled abdomen.

Outside her apartment building, she hands the helmet back to him and nods in response. She’s used to him being a man of few words.

When he speaks again, she turns around. Midge can’t read his thoughts, but perhaps Geralt doesn’t realize that she and Jaskier aren’t exclusive?

“Believe it or not, I actually like him,” Midge replies.

A lot. She’s starting to like him a lot.

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"Everyone likes him," he replies while keeping his golden eyes on the helmet on his lap. "But not everyone can keep up with him."

There's a pause as he looks up, staring intensely at Midge the same way he looks at a monster for weak spots. "You're a brave woman."

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Geralt does not seem like the type to mince words, so Midge takes what he’s saying to heart. If it wasn’t important, he wouldn’t be saying it. His gaze with those golden eyes is absolutely penetrating.

“Thank you, I guess. He and I aren’t… it’s not a relationship.”

Geralt ought to know that, if he doesn’t already.

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"I know," Geralt replies without hesitation. "But you aren't just fucking him either." Yep, definitely not a man who minces words. "And that's fine. But make sure not to get caught in his hurricane."

He's seen enough women think I can fix him to know what happens.

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He’s either very perceptive or Midge is very obvious. It’s a little of both, she suspects. Her cheeks redden slightly.

“I’ll try not to,” she replies. “Thank you for the advice. And the ride.”

oh no that icon is making me feel so baaaaad :( sorry Midge

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It's actually a mix of his nose and Jaskier's stories. He nods at the thanks. "I better go back before Yen chops his dick off and you're only left with his rambling." Geralt, please.

The next day, Jaskier texts her in the middle of the afternoon.

Soooo
How mighty were the tits?

awww I picked it because I don’t get to use it very often and I love her little face

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Midge might like Jaskier significantly less if he didn’t have a cock.

When he texts her, she’s pleased to hear from him so soon. She thought that maybe he was sick of her.

I’ll have you know that I was a perfect lady and kept my hands a discreet distance from his tits. His stomach muscles are hard as a washboard though.

she always look cute in all her icons but that one broke me

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Jaskier laughs as he takes tea and snacks to the garden, hoping to get some writing done.

It's not like I expected you to grope him! But if you wrap your arms around his torso high enough, you can feel the underboobs. Ah, but experiencing the torso itself is quite an experience too. The trip was not a waste then. I hope he scared one fancy neighbor or two.

She loves you Jaskier

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The afternoon is a good time for Jaskier to text her. The kids are napping. Usually. If she can wrangle them into bed.

Yeah, speaking of that, my neighbors have already blabbed to my parents about the big mysterious man who drove me home last night. My parents are convinced that he gave me the flowers.

he's slowly falling for her too

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The idea of Geralt buying flowers for someone is absolutely hilarious, thank you for the mental image. Tell your parents and neighbors that you've been in contact with an otherworlder to discuss security for the building, since monster attacks are becoming more common. Which is not a lie, by the way, you know who to call if you find trouble.

Of course, if you want to say that you've caught a bad boy in leather, that'd be extremely funny as well.

Technically she doesn’t love him yet but she’s slowly falling as well

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That’s actually a good idea.

I would tell them about my new bad boy, but I’ll probably get a full blown intervention in response. With the rabbi and everything.

tldr a pair of idiots

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He doesn't answer as fast because he's searching the meaning of 'rabbi'. Ah. Well, she's joking about it, so hopefully he can too?

Of course, of course, we need to exorcise the naughty out of you. Don't you know? A bit of prayer and a longer skirt will make you a good girl again. How dare you show off your ankles, truly a sin.

Truly

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That sounds more like Christianity than Judaism, but Midge understands what he’s getting at.

Sinners have more fun.

Who should I tell them gave me the flowers?

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Indeed they do. If you ask me, it sounds like the fun people aren't exactly in Heaven.

That depends. You want an answer that will calm them down or one that will mess with them? Because I've learned the term "boytoy" and it's spectacular.

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If I use the words ‘boy toy’, Papa will immediately think it’s a sex thing.

I generally prefer them to NOT be on my case.

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A mathematician would appreciate the accurate answer.

Spoilsport. Fine, just tell them a fan sent them. Never got gifts from fans before?

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He would not appreciate that it’s a sex thing though.

I don’t have fans, unless you count the men at The Wolford who heckle me to show them my tits.

I told them that you’re my friend and you liked my show the other night.

[ OOC: I’m tagging with a Jaskier at Folkmore and he introduced himself with his full name and title, though said that she should call him Jaskier. It was funny to me since yours doesn’t want to tell her all of that yet lol. ]

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No fans? I refuse to believe that! Surely you have a few regulars at the very least!

Oh. I thought you were looking for a lie or excuse, not...

A pause before another text comes.

That's actually very touching. Thank you. I hope your mother doesn't try to steal the flowers for herself.

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Maybe?

It’s mostly the truth. They don’t have to know about our night of unbridled passion.

She thinks they’re nice, but she won’t steal them. I’ve got them on the kitchen table anyway.

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Maybe, she says! I need to talk to Susie. Someone has to keep an eye out for repeated faces.

Unbridled passion, huh? I thought poetry was my job.

Ah, that explains it. In the kitchen, she can pretend they're hers as well.

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I don’t know if Susie pays attention to that.

What would you call that night?

Exactly. Everyone’s happy.

How’s everyone in your house?