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"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.

She laughs lightly at his reaction.

“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.

“Does Geralt talk to his motorcycle?”

"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.

"Weird, but still better than farm animals."

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.”

It's not a surprise at all, no. Jaskier still chuckles. "Does that mean I can't take you to a lake and fuck you under the stars?"

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."

A sly smile crosses Midge’s face. “So long as we go back to our cabin afterwards.” While not into the idea of roughing it, sex outside is a different matter.

Cuddling like this makes her feel so close to him, and not just physically. Her heart swells at how right this feels. Maybe it’s the hormones released during sex that are making her feel this way, but Midge thinks it’s more than that. The sex is only one part of what she likes about Jaskier.

She doesn’t dare voice any of that, because she fears it would drive him away. Someday, maybe, they will need to talk about it, but right now she’s too happy to potentially ruin it.

“I missed you too, and not just the sex. I like talking with you, making you laugh.”

He laughs. "Have you never watched the sunrise?"

Jaskier teases, but to be fair, he used to be like that, too. That doesn't mean he shouldn't share what he's learned. Nature is an artist too.

He nuzzles her hair, because he likes it but also because he wants to hide his eyes when she says that. Can't show too much.

"You like making everyone laugh." His tone is light - not offended, just teasing. Calloused fingers rub her back. "Just don't tell Susie I get it for free."

“No,” she replies. “You want to keep me out there all night?” It sounds delightful, actually.

“Susie knows what you get from me for free,” Midge quips. “It’s true that I like making everyone laugh, but I really enjoy making you laugh most of all. I love the sound of your laugh.”

She kisses him sweetly. “And you’re great to cuddle with, my darling bard.”

"I was thinking of waking up early, but your idea works too."

In fact, he's getting a new idea now. And he saves it for himself to surprise her later.

Jaskier laughs at the Susie thing, and makes a mental note to tease her if they ever meet again.

"Now you've made the musician curious. Do comedians have preferences for the kind of laughter they hear?" He wonders is she likes his because of sound reasons, or just because it's his. He isn't brave enough to ask. At least the kiss provides a distraction - he grabs the back of her head and deepens the kiss just enough to tease but not crossing the line into starting something. "Mm-mh, you do fit perfectly against me, it's quite lovely. Maybe you should stop wearing heels, then I can always have you under my chin."

“I don’t know if I have a preference. Sometimes if someone has a particularly loud or obnoxious laugh it can get annoying, especially if I think they’re faking it,” Midge replies before returning the kiss. She keeps her lips close even after they break it.

“It might be difficult for you to play the lute like that.”

"The fakers are the worst," he agrees with a nod. "If they're so fucking unhappy, they should just fucking leave instead of ruining it for everyone."

It's hard to resist when she leaves her mouth so close. Jaskier kisses her again, short and sweet. He just likes casual affection - and feeling close to her, he must admit.

"I'll put my arms around you and the lute on your lap. It may be more difficult to sing if I keep nuzzling your hair."

“Agreed.”

Midge likes the affection as well. It’s one of the things she’s missed since her divorce, and Jaskier happens to be very good at it.

“I might as well lip sync the words and we can be a ventriloquist act,” she says teasingly.

Jaskier blinks at her in clear confusion.

"I have no idea what you just said, but I'm open to learn about anything that gets you on my lap."

She lets out a laugh at his reaction.

“They’re people with puppets and they make the puppet’s mouth move so it seems like it’s talking,” Midge explains. “Most ventriloquist acts are nightmarish, so maybe don’t look into them. I guess Howdy Doody is technically a ventriloquist act. I don’t know how it doesn’t scare Ethan to death.”

"Oh! It's a kids' thing. Yeah, let's not sit you on my lap in front of the children. Especially yours." When she says that she doesn't know, though, Jaskier can't help but snort. "Children love the grotesque. My most popular songs among them are always the ones that mention monster guts the most."

“Yes, they do like gross stuff,” she agrees. “You should look up Punch and Judy shows. Those aren’t gross so much as violent and are also supposed to be for kids.”

Midge smiles at him. “Can’t have me in your lap without getting hard, hmm?”

"It sounds like you'll have to get Ethan a sword for his birthday." Just kidding.

Jaskier laughs at her question. "Can you blame me? You're so-" Every word that follows is punctuated by a kiss to a different spot on her face. "Addictive. Gorgeous. Witty. Alluring. Affectionate. Charismatic. Eager. Charming. Seductive."

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I was watching the movie Glass and got a surprise Lenny lol

oh nice!

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