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She laughs at that question, her cheeks still flushed. Even as she feels a bit awkward, she feels emboldened too.

“Oh, you want to hear about how I touched myself when I was alone?” she asks saucily. “You want a detailed description?”

One of her hands strokes down his chest.

He laughs as well - the fact that she blushes at his question proves how she still has lots of things to learn and get used to. She's adorable, though.

"You're so cute when you blush," he replies before kissing both her cheeks. "I asked because I love hearing how far you've come since I started to push you into exploring your sexuality more. But I admit-" He licks his lips on purpose. "I'd love to hear the details when my cock is ready to enjoy them."

“You know I’m not that innocent,” she protests, and yet she can’t help the blushing. Midge isn’t used to talking so openly about things like this.

“So you want me to wait to tell you until when you’re showing me how you fuck yourself with your fingers?”

"I didn't say you were. The feisty mouth of yours knew what to do with my cock." He winks. "But there still was a lot for you to experience. And I know I haven't seen the real Miriam yet. Not fully."

She's still worried about what her parents will think, he knows. But he's not about to mention themin the middle of the post-coital cuddling.

Her idea makes him grin. "Oh yes, that does sound perfect. You'll tell me how you touched yourself, and I'll try to follow."

Midge raises an eyebrow at him. “You've had your fingers up my cunt. What do you think I’m still hiding from you?” She thinks she’s been pretty real with him. How else is she supposed to be?

Idly, she strokes his chest. Laying here in the afterglow is almost as nice as the sex. Almost.

That makes him laugh pretty hard.

"I'm not saying you're keeping things from me, or that you're lying, or wearing a metaphorical mask, none of that crap," he explains while reaching for her hand, fondly rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. "I think that you're still discovering yourself. I think that the divorce still hasn't fully sunk in. I think you still haven't fully embraced the freedom you've acquired."

That makes more sense. Midge nods. “I can see that. It’s all kinds of freedom though, not just sexual freedom.”

The type of relationship that she and Jaskier are having would have seemed impossible a year ago. Midge wouldn’t have thought she would be interested. She’s let go of the idea that sex needs to take place in a relationship with someone you love.

Although perhaps she ought not examine her budding feelings for Jaskier too closely.

"Yes, that's what I meant by 'the real Miriam' - all of you, not just sex. Sex simply inspired the observation." He picks her chin and makes her look up at him, smiling softly with clear affection in his eyes. "I want to see you shine as bright as the sun itself."

Midge stares back into his eyes, touched by his words.

“Why?” She asks. “I mean, why me in particular? There are a lot of talented people in New York.”

He doesn't see that question coming, and answering is harder than it looks. Jaskier bumps his nose against hers, playfully rubbing them together while thinking how to answer. If this was just flirting with an average one-night stand, he'd spew something about how special they are, but Midge deserves better than such a generic answer.

"You're kind," he finally decides on. "We've discussed this a little, but the fact that you continue to hold on to that kindness while swimming in the waters of the stage life is fucking important."

Jaskier isn't the kind to blush. He's fucking shameless. But tonight, for the first time, he blushes just a bit for Midge. "And I can't deny you remind me of myself."

“Thank you,” she replies. “I hope to always hold onto it, no matter where my career takes me.”

His second reason surprises her though. So does the blush. She’s not sure if she’s ever seen him blush. Midge furrows her brow and looks at him curiously. “How so?”

Hitting all the hard questions tonight, isn't she? He rests his forehead against hers.

"You were born into a family that expected you to play a pre-shaped role, and a society that tried to shackled you to it." Like he was. "It prides me to see you break those shackles." Like he's always tried to do. "I don't wish betrayal and pain from a loved one on anyone. But it terrifies me to think what would've happened to the real Miriam if Joel had never cheated." The same way he's afraid of what would've happened to his life if he hadn't met Geralt.

She reaches up to stroke her fingers through his hair, knowing how much it soothes him.

“I understand what you mean,” Midge replies, “but I wasn’t unhappy with Joel. I think I would have found ways to be content as a housewife and mother.”

It does soothe him - Jaskier closes his eyes and hums like a happy pet getting his ears scratched.

"I understand what you mean, too. But in my experience? You would've resented it in the long run." A sigh. It's not a nice thing to say, but they're having a serious conversation, so he isn't about to sugar-coat it. "Just a few days ago, you shared your frustration about your parents being too nosy. Remember that feeling clawing at your chest. Now picture it growing bigger and hotter without no outlet for years."

As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, he’s right. Midge sighs. Sometimes she wonders if she should swear off marriage completely, but she also wants someone to love, someone who will be faithful to her.

“This isn’t how I thought my life would go.”

"Is that so bad?" he asks with clear curiosity. "I mean, I do kind of know what you mean - I remember being disappointed to discover that knights, princesses, adventures, and mighty quests weren't what the popular tales said. But if you ask me now..." He shrugs, but he's also smiling. "I would rather eat squirrels and sleep in stables with Geralt again than go back to my old life."

She looks at him, thinking. “I like what I’m doing, my comedy. I still have my kids and my family. Sometimes I worry that I’ll have no one to share it with. No… romantic partner.”

“I don’t mean anything by that,” Midge adds quickly. “I’m just saying… in general.”

She didn’t want him to think that comment was aimed at him, trying to make him feel bad or anything like that.

"I know what you mean, don't worry." He kisses her forehead to reassure her. For a second he wonders if the subject of the wedding will come out, but thankfully, it doesn't, and he can stay relaxed.

"Your love life isn't over just because of the divorce, darling. You'll find someone sooner or later; you must give it time. You're young! Forget about what they've taught you, you aren't obliged to find the love of your life at twenty-two. Do you have any idea of the huge number of people you'll meet on your tours?" His tone becomes teasing. "Before you know it, you'll have to choose between that humble, cute shepherd from the farm and the handsome, headstrong businessman from the city."

And when she does, he'll be happy for her and he'll sing at her wedding. Because that's what she deserves - a man who can provide the married life she still wants.

Midge won’t push him about the wedding, at least not yet. As it gets closer, she’ll need an answer, but she understands that it’s a big ask.

She chuckles softly at his description of the two men she’d be torn between. What if who she wants is a handsome, sassy bard? It worries her, but not enough to stop what they’re doing.

“And you’re going to do this forever?” Midge asks. “You never want to settle down?”

She’s pretty sure she knows the answer to that.

"That's a funny question, because I keep feeling that's where this world is pushing me," he explains with a big sigh. He rests his head back on the cushions and stares at the ceiling, a bit lost in thought. "I miss traveling. Staying so many months in the same house with a family - it's almost become domestic. If I have to go out to promote their work or mine, I have to do it on schedule." His nose wrinkles with obvious distate.

"I like not knowing what will happen next. I like not knowing what the next kiss will taste like. I like not knowing what kind of song I will dance to in the next club." He drags a hand down his face. "I used to like seeing my career develop a step at a time. But here, it makes me feel like it's in a limbo."

“You find the unknown exciting, not anxiety-producing?” It’s a genuine question. “A lot of people settle into routines because they’re easier. Sometimes routines can get boring, but they can help ground a person as well.”

Midge continues stroking his soft hair. She knows that the progress of his career here has been frustrating for him. Many people work for years and get nowhere.

“Even if I’m technically in the entertainment industry, I don’t think I’m the best person to give out advice about it.”

"Of course! How can it NOT be exciting? There's so much to see in the world! Beauty waiting around every corner!" The passion in his voice is mixed with frustration. "I understand needing an anchor. I returned to Oxenfurt every winter, after all. Mayhaps routines wouldn't be so bad if people didn't apply them to their free time as well. They take it too far. They abandon all sense of curiosity and discovery. It's depressing."

His expression softens and he cups her cheek to kiss her sweetly. "I wasn't expecting you to. Sorry for souring the mood. My plan was to have a naughty night with more orgasms and less thinking, not to have an existential crisis."

“It’s nice to be able to see the world with someone else though, isn’t it?” She turns her gaze up to the ceiling. “Eventually, the party ends and you just want someone to come home to.”

“You haven’t soured the mood at all. We always end up talking about stuff like this between orgasms.”

Midge likes talking with him as much as she enjoys the orgasms. Almost as much.

“How’s your cock doing?”

"Of course. That's why I traveled for two decades with Geralt. I used to go home to Oxenfurt, to my peers. Now I come home to my family."

He's definitely not the loner type - he needs people and hates loneliness. But he's fine with getting his orgasms at one place and his emotional affection at home.

Her question makes him grin, and after quickly pecking her lips, he jumps off the couch. Turning around, he shakes off his hips, letting his pants and underwear fall off to present her arse to her. After toeing his socks off, he takes off his tie and throws it at her.

The buttons of his shirt are undone very slowly, and he leaves it on just as part of the tease. Then he goes to the door to pick up his satchel and lute, making sure to fully bend his body over to leave his perky arse up in the air, shaking it a bit before coming back.

Jaskier puts down his things on the reading chair and searches his satchel for a small jar of vaseline, which has clearly been used before. He lightly dips a finger in it and boops Midge's nose, leaving a creamy dot.

She grins as she watches his little striptease. His butt is very cute. Midge can’t deny that. As he slowly unbuttons his shirt, Midge reaches behind her to unzip her dress. As he goes to his satchel, she pulls her dress up over her head, leaving her in a bra. It’s a nice bra, one that matches the panties on the floor, but it’s not particularly fancy or sexy.

Midge scrunches her nose when she’s booped, then reaches up to wipe the Vaseline off. “I guess your cock is ready,” she says. “Where do you want to put on this show for me, my darling?”

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