"I did notice that lots of the art here is blotches without meaning," he replies while wrinkling his nose. "But watching that one while knowing how it was made was definitely an interesting experience." He tilts his head, smirking. "I was sharing a story, I wasn't expecting you to like it. Count me in, though. It does sound fun."
He wraps an arm around her, keeping her close while he reaches for his own glass. However, he freezes to stare at her with clear surprise.
"I always think of your moans as the sweetest music. You would be ok with something like that?"
"Do they actually have meaning, or is the artist pretending they do?" He sounds very skeptical. Because he is.
He sips some wine while closely watching her reaction. Her question actually leaves him thinking for a moment.
"I suppose it'd depend on the type of song and how much moaning sounds I use. My first instinct is to say yes, it'd be very obscene, and that's the point. But it could also be a story about two people coming together, and the moans only fade away at the end as their bodies finally crash into passion."
“It could be a whole grand conspiracy between the artists and the museums and the art critics,” Midge says. “If our sex painting isn’t hailed as the next Picasso, we’ll know why.”
She shrugs. “Might be hard to get radio play with actual orgasm noises in the song unless they’re really well hidden.”
He laughs pretty hard at that. Gosh, she's always so funny. Luckily for her, he's heard of Picasso already, although he could've figured it out by context. "If our painting isn't a hit, it's obviously because everyone will be jealous of how amazing our sex is."
The radio, right. Jaskier adores the invention, he really does. He has it on at home whenever he isn't making music of his own - the fact that these recordings allow music to play everywhere all the time is amazing and he welcomes it. But wrapping his head around putting his music there is still something he needs to get used to. It's not bad, just... new.
"It wouldn't be a song from such a context, no. The raunchy ones never are. Do you think I sang my dirty ditties at court?" He shakes his head. "Those were for the tarverns, mayhaps a festival." A pause as he remembers something. "Now I think about it, there've been a few exceptions. I got away at court with some lyrics that hid the naughty bits with metaphors." He sips his wine. "Although you'd think those so-called smart lords would get the very obvious meaning behind To pull on my horn / As it rises in the morn." He sing-sangs that bit.
“Oh, people come up with all kinds of things to avoid the censors,” Midge says. “Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.”
She studies him for a moment, sipping her wine. “What if everyone knew it was me moaning in that song?” That’s kind of embarrassing. More than kind of. She thinks adding her orgasm noises to his music would require more of a commitment on his part.
"Speaking from experience?" he teases. He's heard her act, after all. Not to mention the place of their first meeting.
He stares back, trying to understand where that question is coming from. It bothers him that he can't tell.
"For the record, you brought up the radio. I just toyed with the idea of making the song - I am still shocked to hear you're considering it. I was expecting you to ask me to keep it private. Like the picture I sent you."
“Admittedly, I was joking, but you seemed very interested in the idea. I’m not sure how I feel about us recording our sex. Or rather, I’m not sure if I feel comfortable with it, even as a private thing between us.”
Private things have a way of getting out, it seems.
"I am very interested in the idea," he admits. "But if you're uncomfortable, then we shall drop the subject."
Jaskier cups her face, brushing his thumb on her cheek. "I want you to enjoy sex, to embrace it. Not to feel uncomfortable. Society already does enough shaming as it is."
Midge leans her head against his hand. “You make me feel very comfortable trying things with you, though that’s in the privacy of this apartment. I want to keep things between us for now.”
She presses a kiss to his wrist. “You’ve helped me to explore all kinds of things that I never thought I would. This is the most open that I’ve ever been.”
She wants to keep things between them, yet she also wants him to be her plus one and thinks her parents will tell something is going on. Jaskier wants to say you have a funny way of showing it, but remembers how she cried on the bed earlier and bites his lower lip just in time.
Can she really take this? Jaskier can hear Geralt telling him to end it before she gets hurt - hell, the rational part of him thinks the same. But Jaskier is more emotional than rational, so he melts under her kiss and his heart aches when he hears her say that this the most open that she's ever been. It only makes him want to give her more.
"I am really happy to hear that," he says after a long, awkward pause. "You honor me so. So never be afraid of saying no, even if we are in the middle of whatever idea we get in the future. Not everything will land, and I don't want you to have any regrets."
She means their sex, of course, not their friendship or relationship, however it’s being defined. The long pause makes her feel self-conscious. Did she say something stupid? Midge wraps the robe more tightly around herself.
She nods. “You’re always gentle with me, pushing me but not forcing me to do anything.”
"As it should be." He did many stupid things as a teenager, so he's proud to have learned from past experiences and provide safe options for her.
"Of course, if you want it just a little rougher, just let me know. We did have a good time when I fucked you hard on your knees last time." A grin. "And you seemed very interested in the idea of mounting you just a few moments ago."
A flush forms on her cheeks and neck. “It gave me a very vivid image,” she replies. “Ideas for another night. Right now, I want to cuddle with you in bed.”
It’s late and they’ve gone 3 rounds. She’s not ruling out a fourth, but she’s in the mood to wind down and have Jaskier hold her in the dark.
"You're so cute when you blush," he says before kissing her cheek. "As the princess commands."
Jaskier isn't a jock or anything like it - he isn't the kind of guy who is known for physical feats. But he's fit enough, he thinks, and Midge is on the smaller side, so it's easy for him to pick her up in his arms and take her to the bedroom.
He kisses her sweetly as he disrobes her, getting rid of his own robe too before joining her under the blankets. Nuzzling her hair, he wraps his arms around her, loving how perfectly she fits against him. "Better?"
Midge thinks he’s quite fit. She lets out a little squeal and wraps her arms tightly around his neck when he picks her up. The sweet kiss is returned as both of them take off their robes and get into bed.
“Much better.” She feels warm and safe here, lying against his chest with her fingers stroking it idly. “Did Geralt teach you how to fight?”
It’s just something she thought of and isn’t asking for any reason in particular.
He blinks twice before bursting into laughing so hard that he covers his face with a hand.
"Please, please, say that in front of Geralt sometime, I beg you." He shakes his head. "I can't fight to save my life. And that's why I have the person equivalent of a brick house to do it for me. I start the fights, Geralt ends them." He raises his eyebrows. "Do I want to know where that came from?" He doesn't sound judgmental, just curious. And very amused.
“Him finishing your fights after you start them with your mouth sounds… correct,” Midge says. “I was just curious, since I saw him training Ciri. I wondered if you picked up a few things.”
Guess not. She will absolutely mention it in front of Geralt.
"Ciri can overpower me with her pinky," he admits with a nod and zero shame. "Everything I've picked up from him is more related to life on the road. Starting a fire, cleaning a fish, knowing what mushrooms are edible, tying stronger knots, some monster facts... Does talking to your horse count?"
Because he's pretty sure that he ended up talking to rats in prison because of Geralt.
“Oh, we can go camping. Too bad I hate camping,” Midge says. “Actually, that’s not entirely true, but my idea of camping is probably not your idea of camping.”
There is a cabin, and a dining hall, and activities, and a hair salon. No tents or foraging required.
"That sounds very ominous. What is your idea of camping?" he asks with genuine curiosity. "Because don't take me wrong, while I've come to enjoy nature much more than I did as a teen, I still wouldn't mind a few amenities. It doesn't have to be all or nothing."
He's seen RVs and he thinks they're a great middle point. An actual bed but you still get the forest.
The question makes him laugh. "Not in the same way he talked to Roach, but he may say a little thing once in a while. Like I did to the piano." Then he realizes. "Do men talk to their cars here?"
“Every summer, my family goes to Camp Steiner in the Catskills. It’s technically camping but there’s no survivalist stuff. We stay in cabins and do outdoor activities. There’s even a hair salon.”
Geralt would probably hate it, but it seems right up Jaskier’s alley. Midge stops herself before she invites him to come with them. Let’s see if he comes to the wedding first.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the men here fucked their cars,” she replies.
"That does sound lovely, but I wouldn't call it camping." He grins. "It sounds like something Yennefer would like, not Geralt. But please, do tell him about a hair salon during 'camping'. Just let me grab my camera first."
Imagining his face already makes him snicker. That snickering becomes full laughter when she mentions the car fucking.
She grins. “That’s as close as it gets to camping for me.” Surely that doesn’t come as a surprise to Jaskier. Midge can rough it if she absolutely has to, but she doesn’t like it.
“Far better,” Midge replies with a nod, then leans up to kiss his cheek.
“I had a good time tonight.”
I was watching the movie Glass and got a surprise Lenny lol
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He wraps an arm around her, keeping her close while he reaches for his own glass. However, he freezes to stare at her with clear surprise.
"I always think of your moans as the sweetest music. You would be ok with something like that?"
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She notices how still he gets, then raises an eyebrow at his response.
“Oh, you really want to do that? Wouldn’t the song be obscene?”
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He sips some wine while closely watching her reaction. Her question actually leaves him thinking for a moment.
"I suppose it'd depend on the type of song and how much moaning sounds I use. My first instinct is to say yes, it'd be very obscene, and that's the point. But it could also be a story about two people coming together, and the moans only fade away at the end as their bodies finally crash into passion."
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She shrugs. “Might be hard to get radio play with actual orgasm noises in the song unless they’re really well hidden.”
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The radio, right. Jaskier adores the invention, he really does. He has it on at home whenever he isn't making music of his own - the fact that these recordings allow music to play everywhere all the time is amazing and he welcomes it. But wrapping his head around putting his music there is still something he needs to get used to. It's not bad, just... new.
"It wouldn't be a song from such a context, no. The raunchy ones never are. Do you think I sang my dirty ditties at court?" He shakes his head. "Those were for the tarverns, mayhaps a festival." A pause as he remembers something. "Now I think about it, there've been a few exceptions. I got away at court with some lyrics that hid the naughty bits with metaphors." He sips his wine. "Although you'd think those so-called smart lords would get the very obvious meaning behind To pull on my horn / As it rises in the morn." He sing-sangs that bit.
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She studies him for a moment, sipping her wine. “What if everyone knew it was me moaning in that song?” That’s kind of embarrassing. More than kind of. She thinks adding her orgasm noises to his music would require more of a commitment on his part.
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He stares back, trying to understand where that question is coming from. It bothers him that he can't tell.
"For the record, you brought up the radio. I just toyed with the idea of making the song - I am still shocked to hear you're considering it. I was expecting you to ask me to keep it private. Like the picture I sent you."
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“Admittedly, I was joking, but you seemed very interested in the idea. I’m not sure how I feel about us recording our sex. Or rather, I’m not sure if I feel comfortable with it, even as a private thing between us.”
Private things have a way of getting out, it seems.
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Jaskier cups her face, brushing his thumb on her cheek. "I want you to enjoy sex, to embrace it. Not to feel uncomfortable. Society already does enough shaming as it is."
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She presses a kiss to his wrist. “You’ve helped me to explore all kinds of things that I never thought I would. This is the most open that I’ve ever been.”
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Can she really take this? Jaskier can hear Geralt telling him to end it before she gets hurt - hell, the rational part of him thinks the same. But Jaskier is more emotional than rational, so he melts under her kiss and his heart aches when he hears her say that this the most open that she's ever been. It only makes him want to give her more.
"I am really happy to hear that," he says after a long, awkward pause. "You honor me so. So never be afraid of saying no, even if we are in the middle of whatever idea we get in the future. Not everything will land, and I don't want you to have any regrets."
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She nods. “You’re always gentle with me, pushing me but not forcing me to do anything.”
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"Of course, if you want it just a little rougher, just let me know. We did have a good time when I fucked you hard on your knees last time." A grin. "And you seemed very interested in the idea of mounting you just a few moments ago."
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It’s late and they’ve gone 3 rounds. She’s not ruling out a fourth, but she’s in the mood to wind down and have Jaskier hold her in the dark.
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Jaskier isn't a jock or anything like it - he isn't the kind of guy who is known for physical feats. But he's fit enough, he thinks, and Midge is on the smaller side, so it's easy for him to pick her up in his arms and take her to the bedroom.
He kisses her sweetly as he disrobes her, getting rid of his own robe too before joining her under the blankets. Nuzzling her hair, he wraps his arms around her, loving how perfectly she fits against him. "Better?"
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“Much better.” She feels warm and safe here, lying against his chest with her fingers stroking it idly. “Did Geralt teach you how to fight?”
It’s just something she thought of and isn’t asking for any reason in particular.
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"Please, please, say that in front of Geralt sometime, I beg you." He shakes his head. "I can't fight to save my life. And that's why I have the person equivalent of a brick house to do it for me. I start the fights, Geralt ends them." He raises his eyebrows. "Do I want to know where that came from?" He doesn't sound judgmental, just curious. And very amused.
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“Him finishing your fights after you start them with your mouth sounds… correct,” Midge says. “I was just curious, since I saw him training Ciri. I wondered if you picked up a few things.”
Guess not. She will absolutely mention it in front of Geralt.
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Because he's pretty sure that he ended up talking to rats in prison because of Geralt.
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There is a cabin, and a dining hall, and activities, and a hair salon. No tents or foraging required.
“Does Geralt talk to his motorcycle?”
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He's seen RVs and he thinks they're a great middle point. An actual bed but you still get the forest.
The question makes him laugh. "Not in the same way he talked to Roach, but he may say a little thing once in a while. Like I did to the piano." Then he realizes. "Do men talk to their cars here?"
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Geralt would probably hate it, but it seems right up Jaskier’s alley. Midge stops herself before she invites him to come with them. Let’s see if he comes to the wedding first.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the men here fucked their cars,” she replies.
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Imagining his face already makes him snicker. That snickering becomes full laughter when she mentions the car fucking.
"Weird, but still better than farm animals."
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“Far better,” Midge replies with a nod, then leans up to kiss his cheek.
“I had a good time tonight.”
I was watching the movie Glass and got a surprise Lenny lol
The kiss makes him smile softly. He kisses her nose and looks at her in the eye - gosh, he adores her so.
"Me too. I missed you. You spoiled me with our late night talks. It's exactly what I need when I am in the middle of a swamp."
oh nice!
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I’ve been so tired these past few days none of my other tags are getting done but these
hope it gets better soon! and ♥♥♥♥
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this is extra funny when you consider that book Jaskier is blond and curls his hair
hehehehe
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how about a nest of Harrisi (huge poisonous spiders) hiding in the walls
sounds good - I know nothing about Witcher monsters
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I love this already
I've been giggling since the texting started
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