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She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingertips on her skin. The offer to use his cosmetics is nice, but she thinks she can bear this. Midge looks in the mirror and runs her fingers through her hair, flattening it down. She twirls a little in the dress too; it fits her like a glove.

“You can take a picture of me like this,” Midge tells him. “It’s just for you anyway.”

"You are too good to me," he replies with a soft smile. Jaskier makes her sit on his desk, just because he likes the idea of her next to his work, and quickly takes the photo.

While he shakes it, he looks at her with his head tilted. "Should I take the camera to your next gig? I'd love to take one together, too, but no makeup will save my nose now."

Not to mention he seriously needs a shower. When the picture is ready, he shows it to her and kisses her cheek. "As pretty as the real one."

“Sure, if you want to. Don’t let Susie tell you no photos.” Knowing her, she’d try to monetize it somehow.

Midge smiles at the Polaroid. Fortunately, they don’t show a lot of detail, so you can’t really even tell that she isn’t wearing makeup. “Thank you. This dress is beautiful.”

Jaskier tucks the picture in his notebook but before he can answer, the door opens.

"Thank you. Enjoy it while it lasts," Yennefer replies as she comes inside.

"Don't you know how to knock?" Jaskier glares at her.

"As if that stopped you before." Yennefer doesn't even look at Jaskier, who pouts at her answer. She approaches Midge and hands her a box with twelve small potion bottles, all filled with a grayish-purple liquid. "Birth control. That pill your doctors sell here--" The disgust is clear in her voice. "-messes with women's hormones. These are safer." She looks at Jaskier then. "What did you call the tiny ones?"

"Oooh, free samples! You finished them?" He runs to peek inside the box. "Most of our clients are men. Husbands think magic and monster matters are too dangerous to be handled by their wives." He rolls his eyes. "We've been looking for a way to reach women."

Yennefer nods. "You can keep one or two, if you wish, but we'd appreciate it if you share them with your friends." Her eyes are rather intense when she says appreciate - she's playing nice, but she thinks Midge owes her after so many portals. "Together with Jaskier's number, of course. So they can order more."

Midge is taken aback when Yennefer presents her with the box of potions. A tinge of pink forms on her cheeks after the witch explains what they are.

“O-Oh…” she says. “Yes, of course I will.” Giving out an unregulated potion sounds like a way to get the FDA on your case, but Midge knows that women will be very interested in this, even if it’s considered taboo to talk about.

She glances at Jaskier. “Did you put her up to this?”

"To make free samples? Yes, it was my idea. To ask for your help to hand them out, though?" Jaskier shakes his head and raises his hands in a gesture of innocence. He doesn't say more, wanting Yennefer to finish explaining. Like Geralt, she needs to socialize more.

Yennefer glares at him before turning to Midge. "Well. Since you wrote to me, asking for--" She hesitates, unsure of how to approach this.

"Frieeeeeendshiiiiiip?" Jaskier teases. Yennefer smacks him on the arm, but he just laughs.

“I meant to make it in the first place,” she clarifies. It seems like a very Jaskier thing to ask for, considering that it will enable them to not have to use condoms anymore.

Midge won’t bring it up right now, but there’s still the risk of disease, especially because she and Jaskier aren’t exclusive. Unfortunately, they may not be done with condoms after all.

She grins at Yennefer. “I know. It feels weird asking for something like that as an adult, but adults need friends too.”

"Oh." His eyes widen when he realizes Midge may think he asked Yennefer to do it for them. Or for Jaskier's night adventures. Or both. "Oh, fuck no! Nope, nothing like that - that was all her." He waves his hands in Yennefer's direction, so she smacks them away. "I didn't even know she could do that until she brought it up."

Yennefer offers Midge the tiniest of smiles - just the smallest turn of the corners of her lips. But she has a reputation to maintain. "You sound like him. No wonder you two get along so well." She turns to Jaskier. "Is everything ready?"

Yennefer raises her hands to open a portal behind Midge's building, near the fire escape. Even if she's entering through the front door this time, she shouldn't show up in the middle of the street.

Jaskier rushes to put Midge's clothes and the box of mini potions inside the paper bag and hands it to Midge as he kisses her cheek. "Let me know how it goes with your family, alright?"

She raises an eyebrow at Jaskier. “Well, trust me when I say that a lot of women will be very interested in these, if I don’t use them all myself.”

Midge takes the bag from Jaskier, then gives him a gentle kiss. “I will. I’ll see you on Wednesday night? You can always meet me at the apartment if you don’t want to come to my gig.” She won’t be offended.

“Thank you,” she tells both Jaskier and Yennefer. “If you really want to market something, it should be this thing.” Midge points to the portal. “With how traffic is in the city, people would pay good money to get somewhere in an instant.”

With that, she goes through.

He knows women would love something like this, that's why they've chosen it as one of their main products to market. But he doesn't have time to express that thought - Midge says she may use them all herself, and Jaskier's breath catches. Is it a joke or...?

"I won't miss it for the world."

Marketing portals would be impossible even if they wanted to, but Midge is already gone so Yennefer saves the explanation for when they finally go out on their girls' date.

Jaskier knows he has to give her time, and dealing with family (especially hers!) can't be easy. But he's worried about the consequences of this little escapade. He doesn't regret it, but he'll still feel bad if shit goes down.

Only an hour and a half passes before he texts her. How did it go?

She wasn’t joking, though maybe these potions don’t work like the pill she’s heard about. Her understanding is that you have to take them every day or they don’t work. Maybe the potions are different.

When Jaskier texts her, she’s walking to the grocery store to pick up a few things. She stops to reply.

Not as badly as I thought it would. They were concerned and weren’t exactly sure why I went to see you. I said I needed some space and that I also wanted to make sure that you were feeling better. They would prefer if I don’t make a habit of it and that I leave a note next time.

The potions are indeed different! The label explains that one sip a week is enough. Isn't magic great?

The reply takes a little longer to arrive - Jaskie is in shock. She told them she went to his place? Holy crap. He thought she would tell them she went for a walk to clear her mind or to a bar. It's touching to see her be open about their friendship, and his little crush giggles like a schoolgirl. The rational part of him, however, knows that a woman sneaking into a man's room in the middle of the night is going to bring assumptions. He wonders what her parents think of him now, which makes him more wary about the wedding.

I'd make a joke about them ruining my future kidnapping plans, but honestly - I'm just relieved to hear it went well. I'm not about to regret anything (except the lack of note), but no matter how much they may irritate me, I wouldn't want to get between you and your parents either. I can see how much they mean to you. Are you feeling well? They didn't leave you too shaken, did they?

Maybe she shouldn’t have been so honest, but she’s tired of making up stories. Midge won’t be telling them about she and Jaskier’s rendezvous at the apartment, but she thought she could manage with this. It’s made them want to meet Jaskier, probably because they can tell that something is going on, but she’s going to put that off as long as she can. Hopefully, he’ll agree to come with her to Leah’s wedding.

It won’t ruin anything. I’m trying to set some boundaries with them. We’re all fine. I’m sure they suspect that we’re together, as they want to meet you, but don’t worry. I’ll hold them off as long as we need to.

...they want to meet him. Fuck. There's no way that fucking wedding can go well, but he's not about to bring that up when she just went through that awful night.

Boundaries are great - I'm proud of you, my dear lady. I'll see you on Wednesday, then?

Not his smoothest exit from a conversation, but the subject is getting on his nerves. This is going down a dangerous path, and yet he can't bring himself to pull out. He rants to Geralt about it, and his friend says that Jaskier knows what the right thing to do is.

He's weak, though. He just can't. Things haven't blown up yet; is it so bad to hold on to hope? They text a few more times during the week, because chatting with her is always delightful, but the subject of the wedding doesn't come up. The elephant in the room is clear, though.

On Wednesday, Jaskier shows up at the club wearing a dark green suit that he's purchased himself, in honor of how much she liked Yennefer's dress. He's brought his lute and his satchel as usual, but no flowers - he doesn't want to give her parents another excuse to talk. This time, the gift is smaller (hideable!) and waiting in his bag.

That was a quick exit, and Midge wonders if she’s done something wrong. He seems absolutely terrified of meeting her parents. Maybe it’s just what that implies. Perhaps he’s panicking. Midge doesn’t want him to panic though. She can tell them no. As difficult as it may be, she has a right to some privacy.

They speak a few times during the week, but Midge doesn’t bring up the wedding. She doesn’t want to push him. It seems difficult to find a balance with him lately. Perhaps they’ll talk when she sees him next (between rounds of sex).

The one thing she knows they’re in sync with is sex, and Midge is very happy to see him at her gig on Wednesday. She kills her set, then meets him in the club afterwards. “You look incredible,” she murmurs to him after kissing his cheek. She’s wearing a rich purple dress that unintentionally compliments his suit. “We could have a drink, or we could get out of here…”

Yes, she’s horny for him. No sense in beating around the bush.

"Takes one to know one," he replies as his eyes admire her body from head to toes.

Midge looks gorgeous in that dress, and Jaskier can already feel his own body reacting to her. It's a bit surprising, to be honest. He's always been a horny bastard, but this is strong - and it's not like he hasn't slept with anyone since he recovered, because he has. A week without orgasms had to be taken here of. And yet, here he is, hungry for their spark.

"We're so getting out of here," he replies as he licks his lip. "But first..."

He grabs her wrist and pulls to make her sit on his lap. Then he hands his camera to a waiter for a picture, making sure to tip her well. Once the photo is bright and clear in his hand, he grins at Midge.

"Now yes. Shall we?"

It’s saucy, sitting on his lap in public, but Midge finds that she doesn’t care. She wraps her arms around him and leans in close, mugging for the camera a bit.

“We shall,” she replies, taking his arm.

The pick up her coat, hat and purse and leave the club. “Did you take any pictures during my set?”

Susie wasn’t there tonight, so Jaskier didn’t have to worry about her trying to stop him from taking photos.

"No, I didn't think of it," he explains as he uses the excuse of their linked arms to keep her close. He can already feel the warmth of her body. "I was too distracted by your jokes. And by how amazing your tits look in that dress."

As soon as they step out, Jaskier stops a cab. He loves walking and chatting with her, but tonight he's desperate to just lose himself in their fucking and stop thinking so much about where this relationship is going.

He makes sure their legs are brushing when they sit, and he uses the chance to take out his gift for her. "I know flowers are the traditional gift after a performance, but I wanted to do something different." The real reason is that he doesn't want another gift that her parents will notice, but details. He hands her a small box of chocolates and the label says they're filled with liquor.

Most importantly, when Midge opens the box, she'll discover that the chocolates are shaped as boobs, dicks, and tits.

“They’re pretty great, aren’t they?” Midge asks. “My jokes, I mean.” Sassy.

She’s surprised that he wants to take a cab, but she goes along with it, sitting close to him in the backseat.

“Another gift? What have I done to deserve all this?” Opening the package, she ooohs at him. “Liquor filled chocolates are the best of both worlds. Want one?”

When she opens the box, Midge stares at the shapes of the chocolates inside. “Are those…?” Immediately, she starts cracking up. “Where did you get these?”

"Oh yes," he says very dramatically. He loves it when she gets sassy. "Your jokes are great too."

Jaskier casually shrugs when she asks if he wants one, leaving it vague on purpose in case she doesn't want to take the chocolates out in the cab. He grins in excitement when she does open the box, and laughs along, delighted by her reaction.

"There's a store that will make any shape you want for the occasion. Like pacifiers for a baby shower. I take it my lady likes them?" He winks. Obviously she does, but he likes it when she praises him. Sue him.

“I do.” She takes out one of the penis-shaped chocolates and pops it in her mouth. “Delicious. I guess we’ll need to finish these tonight?”

Or she’ll have to hide them in her bedroom when she gets home.

Jaskier smirks at her choice and reaches into the box to steal a pair of tits (that sure is a sentence). He gives them a lick before pushing them into his mouth.

"They're yours to do as you please." He leans in to whisper in her ear, "as am I."

A shiver runs down her spine and Midge turns her head to capture Jaskier’s mouth in a chocolatey, alcoholic kiss.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” she murmurs to him. “I missed you.”

Not just the sex, but his company. The last time they met like this, it was wonderful. It ended on a sour note, but hopefully that won’t be the case this time.

Jaskier has always been shameless, but he doesn't expect Midge to be the one starting a kiss in the cab. Maybe he is corrupting her after all. His hand falls on her thigh as he kisses her back, humming in delight.

"I've missed you, too."

Before they can forget where they are and let things escalate, the cab makes it to their destination, and the driver is clearly relieved to get rid of them. Jaskier puts his arm around Midge's back as they make their way into the building, and as soon as the elevator doors close, his hand drops to squeeze her arse.

"Kissing me so needily on the back of the cab," he whispers against her ear. "My witty lady is in a daring mood tonight."

It’s just a little kiss. Midge isn’t trying to start anything in the cab, nor is she trying to make the driver uncomfortable, but maybe she got a bit carried away. At least they’re at the apartment now.

She gives a little yelp when Jaskier grabs her ass. “Just showing you how much I missed you, my sweet bard.” Reaching back, she gently cups his penis.

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it's a few years off for the pill but fuck the timeline

we do what we want

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