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.
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.”
"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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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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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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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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“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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He's seen enough women think I can fix him to know what happens.
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“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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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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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Sinners have more fun.
Who should I tell them gave me the flowers?
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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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I generally prefer them to NOT be on my case.
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Spoilsport. Fine, just tell them a fan sent them. Never got gifts from fans before?
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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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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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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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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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What would you call that night?
Exactly. Everyone’s happy.
How’s everyone in your house?
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Passions revealed,
desires sedated,
never once believed,
such pleasures awaited.
With lingering glances,
on satin smooth skin,
through the night we languish,
in the erotica of skin.
Cloths whisper as they fall to the floor,
bringing pleasure in the skin they show,
no rush no hurry all night,
to take it slow.
A trail of kisses,
the soft backs of knees,
bodys aching yearning,
eager to please.
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That’s a lovely poem. I think we did all of that and more.
I would probably be more crass and say that you made me come four times. Five if you count the next morning.
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May I ask how are you going to wash that lovely piece of lingerie without your parents seeing it?
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just realized. what if he wore lingerie under the suit for the event lol
for the wedding? She’d be surprised, certainly
yeah, he'll have to behave and not put on makeup, so hidden lingeries is his rebelliousness lol
such a rebel
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Sorry to keep disappearing, so tired this week
please don't worry and rest! rl always comes first
ate dinner then passed out, worst time of the school year <3
hope it gets better soon!
Thank you <3
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of crap that should've been "someone" not "something" but you got it lol
LOL how dare he dehumanize her
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Midge you said no sex, don't get your panties wet over 'viscount' haha
listen, she’s allowed to be impressed!
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