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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.”

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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."

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“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.

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"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.”

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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.

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“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.

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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."

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“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.

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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."

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“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.”

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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 ♫"

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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"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!"

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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.

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"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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Midge smirks, knowing that she can’t dispute that, because it’s true.

“Maybe you bring it out in me,” she says as he hands her a glass of wine. “I guess Joel and I had a lot of sex too when we first got together. That was a long time ago though.”

Midge opens the box of pizza and puts a slice on each plate.

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"Only at first, huh?" He shakes his head. Story as old as time. "Told you that you would eventually resent it."

He can't help but wonder if she likes him because he's exciting, new, and different, but when she finds a proper husband that can 'provide', she'll forget he even exists. That is also a story as old as time.

(In the past, those times didn't ache like this. This is too close to the Countess.)

Pushing those thoughts aside, he raises his glass for a toast. "To a life on the stage."

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“I didn’t resent it,” she responds, wanting to make that clear. “Life gets busy with careers and kids and chores. We were still having sex right up to when he told me he was leaving me. It’s wasn’t like it used to be, of course.”

That’s a normal part of a relationship. Sex becomes less important as you start to settle in with the person. It’s hard to be with someone forever if all you have is sex. What do you do when you’re too old to have sex anymore.

She’d be hurt to know that he thinks she would forget all about him if she found someone more traditional to have a relationship with.

Midge clinks her wine glass against his. “To success.”

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"I said eventually," he clarifies in return. "But thanks for reminding me why I don't want children."

Oh, that's a good one. Jaskier grins, always proud to see her so determined to have a bright career. "To success," he agrees with a nod and clinks back before taking a sip. He licks his lips when he's done. "Not bad at all. I still can't believe I get to drink wine and ale cold. It truly is a wonder."

He takes two bites of his slice in succession, showing he wasn't lying about being hungry. "By the way, I haven't forgotten about your brisket. I'm even more eager to try it after tasting your soup."

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Not having children because they might get in the way of his sex life is… truly something. But, Midge supposes that it’s less selfish to not have children if you don’t want them. It’s irresponsible to have children and then not take care of them to the best of your ability.

It’s funny, she never felt like she had the option to not have children. It was just an inevitability.

“Refrigeration is a wonder,” Midge says, tapping the fridge, “especially these things. They’re relatively new.”

They sit down at the table, Midge taking a bite of the pizza and humming her approval. “I’m happy to make it for you. Maybe I could come to your house one night.”

Jaskier seems to be avoiding coming to hers, though Midge still thinks that a dinner with her parents before the wedding would be a good idea, if he agrees to come.

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To be fair, it's not the only reason why he doesn't want children. But it definitely adds to the list.

Midge coming to his house? That leaves him thinking for a second. He's not opposed to it, it just feels... funny. The family is still figuring out many things related to having a normal, everyday life. Well, as normal as they'll ever be.

Jaskier munches on the pizza to cover up the pause.

"The idea of you feeding my family is actually very sweet," he finally says with a little smile. "I'll talk to them. I don't know where you fall under the 'rule'. Geralt and Yennefer have already met you, and they let you come to check on me. So that makes you my first guest there." Another sip of the wine. "The idea of the rule was to avoid exposing Ciri to a parade of different lovers. I didn't mind at all, I prefer to have somewhere where I don't have to keep it low anyway." He winks.

"But you, darling... you are a friend. So."

It's different. And yet he isn't bothered by the idea of her coming home - it doesn't feel as 'official' as her introducing him to her family. He guesses it's because Geralt and Yennefer won't drop expectations on them.

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“Oh,” she says, “I hadn’t realized… I just thought that since I’d been there before…”

Midge hasn’t met Ciri yet though. She understands. The girl isn’t little, but she’s still a child. Not wanting to expose her to a lot of different people makes perfect sense.

She smiles. “I sure hope I’m a friend. Not sure if your family members like me or if I’m merely tolerable by comparison to other people you might be with.”