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Other lovers definitely pulled that trick on him in the past, but he can tell Midge is genuine about this. Jaskier doesn't want to poke at this subject anymore, terrified of making it even worse, but after he made her cry? She deserves the truth.

"I didn't mean the wedding. I can sit through a ceremony, that's not a big deal. I meant your parents not approving of me because of religious reasons. I tried to dance around that, but ended up tripping right into the wedding anyway." He kisses her wrist when her hand comes close to his face. "Although I suppose they're connected. It's fine if your parents don't like me - they aren't the first, they won't be the last. But it's not the same thing thinking about that in an abstract way, than having to consider it to make my choice. It adds... extra weight, if you know what I mean."

She nods. “Perhaps if you do decide to come you ought to meet them ahead of time. Then the weekend won’t be so awkward. They want to meet you, of course. The man who gave me enchanted flowers, who I made soup for, who I ran off to in the early hours of the morning.”

Midge kisses him softly.

“We don’t have to define what we are to them or to anyone. We’re friends who enjoy each other’s company and make each other happy. That’s it.”

Any pushing by her parents won’t be done in Jaskier’s presence, and she can handle them. She just wants his presence and his support at fucking Leah’s fucking wedding.

That list of actions makes his stomach turn. When she puts it like that, it's impossible for him to blame her for getting emotional over any muddled messages. How did they even get to this point? They've let the river of passion just push them with its currents without a lifejacket.

"...I'll keep that in mind." It's an honest answer. Meeting them in private means he can't lose them by mingling at a party, but Midge has a point: it would get every needed conversation out of the way. It wouldn't ruin the wedding.

It's hard to think when she's kissing him.

"You are a beloved friend of mine, Miriam Maisel. I hope you know that." He agrees they don't have to define this, but he wants her to know she can count on him, regardless of the wedding issue. "Even if tomorrow you choose to get married to that humble, cute shepherd from the farm, I'll still enjoy your platonic company."

A smile crosses her face and she feels relief, finally.

She gives a soft laugh. “Where on Earth would I ever meet someone like that?” She asks.

In her heart, Midge knows that Jaskier is the only person she wants to be with right now. No shepherds or big city businessmen are going to change that for her, at least not any time soon.

“Are you really hungry? You want to order some take out?”

Oh, thank the gods. It kills him to see her sad. He should answer the question, but he can't help himself and--

"You have such a pretty smile," he says before capturing her mouth in a kiss. It's a sweet one, just trying to be there for her.

"...actually, I could do with some food right now. We did left the club in a hurry. And we need to regain energy."

He winks before gently putting her down to leave the bed. Without warning or asking for permission, he opens the closet and finds two robes. Grinning, he throws one at Midge.

"We can wash them with the sheets in the morning. Your friends don't need to know."

Complimenting her smile only makes her smile grow. She accepts his sweet kiss, just as she would accept all of his kisses.

Wearing the robes is probably fine. Midge picks up the one that Jaskier tosses on the bed.

“They’re monogrammed,” she says, showing him where the name ‘Irv’ is stitched over the left breast. “That one’s probably going to be small on you.” He’s got Muriel’s.

"Oh, is it?" He puts it on anyway. The sleeves are short, and his hairy legs are very exposed. "Is this what wearing a short skirt is like? I must say, I like feeling the breeze down there."

Jaskier puts his hands on his hips and turns around rather coquettishly, looking over his shoulder to wink at Midge. "Mrs Maisel, the boytoy you ordered is available now."

Why is she not surprised that he wears it anyway. “I usually wear panties with my short skirts,” Midge replies, slipping Irving’s robe over her shoulders.

She cracks up when he turns around and winks at her. If he bent over, his whole ass would be exposed. “They got my order exactly right,” Midge says as she stands up. She playfully grabs his ass, then closes and belts the large robe. “Come on, Muriel.”

Jaskier laughs when she grabs his ass, loving how much more comfortable she is with it now. He wonders what else they'll end up doing as their sexual exploration progresses.

The name makes him wrinkle his nose. "Ugh, don't make me regret putting it on."

He follows her to the kitchen, where they're lucky to find a few take-out flyers. They're short and to the point, so there's a lot that Jaskier doesn't get. "Please tell me at least one of these has good wine."

“Maybe if we order Italian…” Midge muses, picking up one of the flyers. “I was thinking Chinese, but they’re not exactly known for their wines.” There are several flyers for Chinese restaurants.

“What about pizza and wine?” she asks.

"Works for me," he replies.

Jaskier lets Midge make the order since she understands the options better than he does. While he waits, he takes a look around the kitchen. There are many gadgets he doesn't recognize, and a few that his family has already bought. It seems they still have much to learn. The fridge is empty and unplugged, which makes sense if the apartment is empty most of the time.

When he peeks into a drawer, he chuckles and speaks up when Midge hangs up. "I must say, it's a bit worrying that housewives have as many knives as Geralt."

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“It should be worrying, shouldn’t it?” Midge says, taking out a large butcher knife and holding it up. “Women are left alone all day to cook and clean with nobody to talk to but toddlers and then they give us knives like these. I’m kind of surprised that more men haven’t been stabbed.”

After putting the knife down, Midge looks in the cabinet and finds two wine glasses. She sets them on the small table in the kitchen.

“Do you have any cash, by the way? I might need some extra to tip the delivery boy.”

She's saying something important, something he agrees with. He has to listen. But looking at her like that, he can't help but lick his lips. "For the record, you look amazing with a weapon in your hand." Maybe she could get a bit of stabbing an asshole. As a treat.

Jaskier nods at her question and goes back to the living room to get his satchel. He also uses the chance to pick up their clothes and leave them on the reading chair. Wallet in hand, he decides to look around the apartment while waiting for the food, since last time they were too focused on the fucking to notice anything else.

When he enters the studio, Midge will hear him gasp and curse.

"Motherfucker-- MIDGE! Why didn't you tell me about this?!"

The sound that follows is keys being pressed. Someone has found a piano.

“Thanks,” she says, brandishing the knife like it’s a new piece of jewelry. “I think it brings out the color of my eyes.”

While Jaskier goes in search of his wallet, Midge finishes setting the table, putting out plates, napkins and some silverware just in case. She finds a corkscrew in a drawer and puts that on the table too. Then Jaskier is hollering for her and she hears the plink of a piano.

“I didn’t know it was here,” Midge says as she enters the room. “I’ve never actually been in this room.”

They’ve been a bit distracted both times they’ve come here.

Jaskier is already sitting at the piano, eyes closed as he plays with the keys. After trying one by one, he plays a very basic children's tune, ending it with a sigh. It's the only thing he can do for now, and only thanks to an elf who taught him.

He opens his eyes as he turns to look at Midge, and a grin appears. "I'm so fucking you on top of this."

“Hopefully with the lid closed or the neighbors will probably call the cops.” She can’t imagine the kind of racket that fucking on top of piano keys would make.

“Scootch over,” Midge says, sliding Jaskier down on the piano bench. “Let’s see if I can remember anything that Papa taught me.”

After a few false starts, Midge bangs out a pretty decent rendition of Heart and Soul.

He laughs at her joke as he scootches over. "The way you moan for me, they may do so anyway." They can get pretty loud, can't they?

"Your father plays?" Goddammit, he isn't supposed to like the guy. "Wait, does that mean you have--"

Jaskier immediately closes his mouth, eyes widening when she starts to play. Oh, this is lovely. With a big smile on his face, he rests his chin on her shoulder and puts an arm around her waist. Blue eyes follow the movement of her fingers, trying to memorize them.

"That was delightful. I hate you," he says in a teasing tone. "I can't believe you've been hiding this from me."

“He might be willing to give you lessons.” Maybe. Her father’s method of teaching is what made Midge stop her piano lessons, but she also wasn’t really interested in learning. Abe seemed to prefer teaching Noah anyway, and he was far more diligent at practicing.

Midge picks out another simple tune. “I don’t know how to play!” She protests. “That was the most complicated thing that I know.”

Jaskier winces at the idea. "I'm not sure if you want to torture me or him."

He watches her fingers move again - he's always liked them, but now they're even more sexy. "I suppose it's not good for your nails, huh?" He kisses her cheek. "Stay right here, keep that going."

After a quick run to the living room, Jaskier comes back with his lute. He sits next to her again, but with his legs on the other side of the stool, not wanting the piano keys to get in the way. He plucks a few strings until he finds her rhythm and easily matches her so they can play together. It's far from a perfect harmony, of course, but he loves it all the same. It makes his heart burst with happiness to share this with her.

The tune kinda matches his song My Story, so he sings a bit of it with a slower rhythm to kind of make it fit. "♫ The doubters and the haters tried to make my tale about them / I invested in erasers and took care of the problem ♫"

Midge has never considered herself a musician. She can’t carry a tune in a bucket, and her dancing leaves a lot to be desired. Playing music with Jaskier is fun though. Midge keeps playing her little tune over and over because any improvisation on her part will likely send the whole thing off the rails.

His rhyme makes her smile. Leaning over, she kisses his cheek.

The kiss transforms his soft smile into a wide grin and he leans in to kiss her properly.

"Thank you for that. It meant a lot." He rests his chin on her shoulder again and stares at the piano. "If I steal, do you think your friends will notice?"

Her heart flutters when he smiles at her like that, and she gladly returns the kiss. Even if he’s hesitant, there’s nobody that she wants by her side at Leah’s wedding more than Jaskier.

“Hmmm, probably…” she muses. “It kind of ties the room together.”

The top of Jaskier’s robe is gaping open and Midge uses it as an opportunity to pet his furry chest. She hasn’t been this attracted to a man in a while.

"We'll replace it with something. Like a pile of cats."

He hums in delight at the petting, always happy to enjoy this kind of affection, especially when it comes from her perfectly manicured nails. Seeing her on a musician's stool is definitely doing it for him, so his arm returns to her waist as he starts dropping open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

Sneaky fingers start making their way up, intending to grab her tits, but at that moment, the bell rings. Jaskier throws his head back and groans in frustration. "For fuck's sake!"

She sighs and closes her eyes when Jaskier starts kissing down her neck. His fingers move up her side, and Midge is just wondering how much time they might have before the delivery boy gets here when there’s a knock at the door.

She laughs playfully at Jaskier’s frustration. “You were the one who said you were hungry.” After another kiss, Midge gets up and goes to the door. She pays the delivery boy for the pizza and wine, then brings it into the kitchen.

“You’re insatiable, by the way,” she tells him.

"Oh sure, blame the guy who needs energy to get his cock running again." He's pouting, but he can't complain when she's kissing him like that.

Jaskier waits for her in the kitchen and takes the wine from her to uncork it - gotta pretend he's manly once in a while. As he pours for both of them, he snorts at her comment and raises his eyebrows.

"I am insatiable? When have you ever said no? Who cut our shopping trip short and texted me on a quiet Sunday afternoon?" His tone is teasing, it's obvious he doesn't mind at all. "You are the first woman who has ever matched my libido."

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