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His mind is still floaty and the body of a beautiful woman is on top of him. He could die right here pretty damn happily, honestly.

Her voice brings her back to reality, and he can't help but chuckle at the way her hips are asking for more. Always so eager for him - an observation he makes all the fucking time, but can you blame him? He just loves it so much.

"Oh yes," he replies as the arm around her waist brings her as close as possible to his face. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating. "You've been such a good girl for me, Midge." She's so wet that it's easy for him to insert two fingers into her cunt, curling them to find that spot on her. "Do you know how amazing it is when you're in charge? I love seeing you take control of your sexuality. There's something so fucking erotic about a woman telling me what she wants, what to do. I want you to command me like you command the stage."

His fingers then start thrusting. "Feel free to sit up if you wish, darling." And with that his mouth closes around her clit, sucking on it like a starving man while his fingers continue to thrust.

Midge cries out when he starts to fuck her with his fingers, her hands gripping tightly at the bedsheets, her moans turning into a squeal when he finds that spot. He’s so much better at touching it than she is.

“Yes… please don’t stop.” Her thighs tremble and she doesn’t think she can sit up. Staying just like this is absolutely perfect. Her pleasure grows exponentially until she can feel herself just on the edge of orgasm.

“Jaskier!”

"Be a good girl and come for me," he talks right against her thigh, and drops a kiss there before his mouth gets back to work. His tongue continues to play with her clit and his fingers do one hard thrust before staying inside, calloused tips rubbing and pressing her spot.

Even when she reaches ecstasy, he never stops moving, riding her through it to make it last and because he loves tasting her orgasm with all his senses.

He doesn’t edge or tease her, and Midge is grateful for that this time. She loves it when he calls her a good girl and there’s nothing more that she wants to do than come for him.

With a loud moan, the orgasm slams into her like a tidal wave. The walls of her cunt spasm around his fingers as her whole body succumbs to ecstasy. It’s over too soon and she collapses on top of him, her head still on his thigh as she tries to catch her breath.

Jaskier could hear her coming all day long - just make a song out of it, play it while he's composing. He licks her folds to collect every drop of her orgasm and doesn't stop until she collapses. Then his hands gently rub her legs, and he even drops a kiss on her ankle.

"Enjoyed the show, I take it?"

She pants softly for just a moment, then huffs a laugh at his comment. “I did, and it’s pretty obvious that you did too.”

Carefully, she pushes herself back up on her hands and knees so that she can turn around. Midge gives him a long, sensual kiss before laying her head on his shoulder. Her fingers stroke his chest, playing with his necklace.

“Something about enjoying seeing me take control of my sexuality?”

Jaskier laughs back. "Of course I did! I am a free bird, but there's one cage I'm willing to accept, and that's having all my senses enveloped by a beautiful, witty woman."

He waits patiently while she moves and meets her kiss with a big smile. His arms don't hesitate to wrap around her, bringing her close for the mandatory cuddle. His nose buries in her hair to nuzzle it, and he chuckles at her comment.

"Oh yes, you were fantastic, darling. Taking control, getting what you want, having your man caught under your metaphorical heels. I'm so proud of you, darling. And turned on, but proud sounds deeper."

She actually blushes a little at his praise. Out of the moment, she’s less confident.

“I’m glad you liked it. I didn’t see it so much as being in charge. It felt more like giving you instructions.” Midge gives him another kiss. “I didn’t know how I’d feel watching you do that, but it was… really arousing. You liked it when I called you a good boy, didn’t you?”

"Call me crazy if you must, but I believe that a person giving instructions is usually in charge."

He's happy to kiss her again, and when he notices that she's blushing, he kisses her cheek too. How can she be so sexy one second, and the cutest thing the next? "I'm glad you like it too. It's uncommon for women to interact with that side of me. They see it as less manly." He chuckles. "And you liked it when I called you a good girl. We're nothing but stage hoggers hungry for approval."

“It’s true,” she admits. “I love it when you call me that… when you praise me.” It’s still a little strange for her to admit that out loud, but Midge is getting very used to discussing her turn ons with Jaskier. There’s never any judgement from him whatsoever, and that makes her feel safe.

“I could tell that it felt good and ultimately that’s what this is about. I want to make you feel good.”

Her kiss is sweet this time, with a lot of emotion behind it. Having these sort of intimate moments only make her budding feelings for him swell.

"Another thing we have in common, then." He kisses her nose with a grin. "Happy to hear you confirm that. It means I can shower you with poetry describing how pretty you are."

And boy, does he have a lot of that. He's been with many lovers who enjoyed compliments in the form of poetry, but they often got tired of it after a while.

Her comment makes his heart swell, and Jaskier can't stop looking at her with adoration in his eyes. That's indeed what sex is about - making the other person feel good, and finding your own pleasure in that act. ...well, there's also feelings, and the fact that his crush is shaking with glee thanks to her words and this amazing kiss, but he is not supposed to be thinking about that tonight. That's what he tells himself, but he returns the kiss with as much emotion anyway.

He rests his forehead against hers when they pull apart. "You're right, that's what this is about. I love making you feel good, too. So never hesitate to ask me for things to try. Because that just now? Absolutely marvellous."

“I would love that,” she says with a sigh. “Even if I get embarrassed and tell you to stop… you shouldn’t.” His poetry is lovely, and she’d have to be a fool to tell him stop writing verses about her.

Midge grins and rubs her nose against his. “I’m sure I’ll come up with something before the night is over. You bring out my creative side, Jaskier.” Reaching down, she grabs at his ass. “You have a very cute butt. Watching your fingers go inside was so erotic.”

"Your wish is my command," he says with a grin before reciting. "Her laughter, a symphony of delight, / Echoes in dreams, igniting the night. / Her touch, a whisper, gentle and kind, / Leaves a lasting imprint on my mind."

That compliment takes him by surprise, and he beams. "Inspiring an artist's creativity is an incredible honor." He gasps when she grabs her ass, not expecting it either - again, she's being very daring tonight, and he loves it. The comment makes him laugh. "That's what years of walking get you." A wink. "Having you between my legs was amazing because I was pretending they were your fingers down there. Which is on the table if you ever want to try."

Midge smiles lovingly at him. “It’s amazing how you can come up with that so quickly.” Maybe he wrote it earlier and memorized it, but still. She’s terrible at poetry.

“I meant creativity in the bedroom, but now that I think about it, you’ve inspired my comedy as well.” She’s added in some jokes about the guy she’s ‘seeing’ and the sex they have. The blush returns to her cheeks when he suggests that she could finger him. “I’m not saying no…” she tells him, “because I like making you feel good. But maybe we can work up to that.”

Midge isn’t sure if she’s brave enough yet.

Gosh, she has such a beautiful smile. Jaskier can't stop himself from kissing the corner of her mouth, as if trying to taste the sunshine in that smile. "I actually wrote that one when I was in the backyard composing the other day. Remember? When you texted me for 'guidance'?" He waggles his eyebrows.

"Even if you'd meant only sexual creativity, I would've still been honored. I did notice certain new jokes in your act tonight, though. It almost made me hate the anonymity; you're doing wonders for my reputation." He smiles softly at her response, still finding her blushing adorable. "That's perfectly fine. We have all the time in the world."

“Oh really? All your poetry impresses me. I was always terrible at it when I had to write it in school.”

Midge snuggles in close, enjoying cuddling with him as always. She’s so glad that he likes it too.

“Should I call you by name on stage? Jaskier of Oxenfurt has been blowing my mind with orgasms?”

He would probably love that.

"Imagining little Midge trying to rhyme is the most adorable image." It's a tease, but he also means it. "Surely you did well in other areas of your Literature classes? You have a way with words, it just happens to be different from mine."

Cuddling is indeed great, and Jaskier's hand draws random shapes on her back while enjoying the closeness. Her being so petite makes her the perfect fit against his body.

That question makes him laugh pretty hard. "I wouldn't mind that at all." How could he? He loves attention. "Just make sure it doesn't trigger a series of events that ends with your father stabbing me."

“I did,” she replies. “I liked literature so much that I studied Russian Literature.” Midge shrugs. “It seemed interesting and I needed to pick a major.” She went to college to meet a husband.

A snort of laughter is given at that response. “He won’t stab you. As much as I’m sure you’d like the free promotion, I don’t name names onstage. It’s easier for listeners to imagine themselves in the position if there’s no name attached.”

People come to her shows for escapism, but they also have to be able to relate to her.

"Oh, speaking of Literature, that reminds me. I started 'Frankenstein' from your list. It's been wonderful." He closes his eyes as he concentrates to quote- "The world was to me a secret which I desired to divine."

He nods along at the explanation - it does make lots of sense, but he can't help wondering if that decision was also influenced by having to keep face with her family and social circle. "So you want your crowd to imagine themselves giving you those amazing orgasms? I see how it is." His tone is teasing. "Your father would totally stab me. Or cut my cock off at the very least."

“I’m glad you like it. It’s the first horror novel written by a woman.”

She laughs again. “No, I want to imagine that they’re getting the orgasms. Living vicariously through me, though honestly I’m not sure if they want my life.”

Midge takes his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Papa wouldn’t do either of those things. People aren’t like that here. If he cut off your cock, he’d go to prison. And I’d be really pissed.”

"Really?" His eyes widen. "That makes it even more special." He's glad to get to know something so important in art history.

What she says leaves him thinking for a moment. He squeezes her hand and rubs her knuckles with his thumb while deciding how to respond to that.

"...maybe your papa is not. I do admit I was going for a bit of hyperbole, although I do think he wouldn't like me very much." Thankfully, it doesn't matter, since they aren't in a relationship. Right? "But even if my world was worse, please do remember - people can be like that here. It's why Elftown and Rainbow Road exist. They're safe spaces."

“Well, yes, I didn’t mean to imply that there aren’t murderers here, just that Papa would not kill you for sleeping with me.”

Midge exhales slowly. It’s not like she hasn’t thought about the inevitable meeting that will occur if Jaskier comes to the wedding with her.

“You may be able to charm him, but I think the biggest issue my parents will have with you is that you’re not Jewish.”

Jaskier wants to explain that this isn't about murderers, it's about hate seen as the natural order. But then she brings up the Jewish thing, and it's his turn to sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Right there, in the corner of the room, an elephant called Family Wedding stares at them.

"Of fucking course."

He doesn't say more. He should, because the silence is getting awkward. And Jaskier hates silence. Usually, he's a pro at filling them, but he still remembers their first lunch together, how she said that the only thing she asked for was respect. And honestly? Right now, he can't think of a single honest thing to say that won't start a fire. If the tension of the Wedding™ wasn't hanging between them, maybe he could've sailed through this more easily - it's like he survived court for years, after all. But he doesn't want his relationship with a beloved friend (a crush) to be like that.

"I'm getting hungry," he suddenly announces as he sits up, using the sheets to clean off the cum on his stomach. "We did let our genitals decide over our stomachs when we left the club, huh?" He's trying to joke, but he's obviously tense. "Something I love about this world is this whole take-out deal. Do you think there are flyers in the kitchen?"

“Jaskier…”

Midge doesn’t want to start a fight with him, but she doesn’t want to sweep this under the rug either.

“My parents would have no problem with us being friends, but I think they’ll be perceptive enough to know it’s more than that.” She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter what they think. I choose who I want to sleep with. It’s not… this isn’t a relationship. It’s not as if we’re getting married.”

She stares at the bedsheets in silence for a moment. “They would like you if they knew you, Jaskier. If they saw how happy I am around you,” Midge continues quietly. “Even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter to me.”

Ah, it seems they're talking about this. Which is quite ironic of Jaskier to think, considering he's usually the one scolding Geralt for not wanting to talk about stuff.

Hearing her say how happy I am around you makes his heart skip a beat, the big traitor. Jaskier tries to concentrate on the other sentence before he does something stupid out of affection. She's right, they aren't in a relationship, so it shouldn't matter. And if this conversation had come up before her invitation, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but it doesn't hit the same when the elephant keeps staring at them.

He also notices that she thinks he's upset about her parents liking him, when what bothers him is the why. But like he already thought, there's no bringing up that topic without starting a fire.

Religion or wedding? Are those two truly his only choices?

Fuck.

"You think they'll be perceptive enough to tell, yet you still want me to be your plus one?"

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