“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
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.”
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."
“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."
“A lute,” Midge says. “Remember, bard stuff is very in fashion right now.”
She closes her eyes and scrunches her nose when he kisses her and tries not to giggle, but he only gets to the third word and kiss before she’s giggling like a girl.
“Thank you. Do you really think I’m all of those things?”
Laughing. "Now I'm afraid he may break the lute on someone's head."
Jaskier loves listening to her giggles - they're cute, and a pure expression of joy. Music from the heart, so to speak. Her question, however, takes him by surprise. He tilts his head.
"Of course. Do you think I'd lie about something like that? Or do you not believe it yourself?" She's always seemed so confident in his eyes, but minds are complicated things.
“I’m not accusing you of lying. Maybe exaggerating.” Midge shrugs. “That’s a lot of things to be. I didn’t feel like much of any of those things after I found out Joel was cheating on me.”
It was a big blow to her self-esteem, and she’s not sure if she’s recovered entirely. She can act that way on stage, but real life isn’t always the same.
Jaskier really wants to find Joel right now and punch him in the face. Or rather, make Geralt punch him in the face.
"Oh, darling..." He hugs her tightly and kisses the top of her head. "Your husband is an arse, so you shouldn't take his opinion seriously. Who do you trust more? The fucking bloke that cheated on you? Or your manager, who only needed to hear you once to know she found someone special? As for me..."
He kisses her head again, as if asking her to be patient while he explains. "I believe I told you I don't keep things or people I like around, unless it's for survival. I may use my silver tongue in court, or with a client, to write songs that make people Geralt. But in my personal time?" He shakes his head. "I won't deny that when I meet someone, I may exaggerate a bit as a seduction technique. Those are one-night stands, however. But you? I'm keeping you. Because indeed, you are all those things. What Susie sees, I see it too."
His words are surprisingly touching, even if they aren’t quite words of love. He’s keeping her. He wants her for more than just one night, which is apparent since they’ve had sex multiple times. He likes her and wants her around. For him, that means a lot. The smile returns to her face.
“Oh you’re keeping me, are you?” she asks teasingly. “Where are you keeping me? In your bed?”
Jaskier's so relieved to see her smile again - he hates to think what that bastard of an ex must've done to her soul. At least, she isn't one of those cases where the art suffers because the artists took a hit. The exact opposite, in fact, her suffering creates her art. And that's a story as old as time.
"I'm so glad to see your pretty smile again," he says before kissing the corner of her mouth. Her questions make him laugh. "I wish. In your bed, maybe. And this bed. And the couch, and the piano... We said something about your dressing room, didn't we?"
He’s right. Comedy is how she’s dealing with everything. It’s better than therapy, in her opinion.
“We did.” She grins. “Next time I have a place with a private dressing room. You said previously that you want to keep me in your lap all day. What would you to do me if you kept me like that?” Her fingers stroke slowly over his chest.
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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!
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.”
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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."
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“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.”
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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."
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“It might be difficult for you to play the lute like that.”
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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."
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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.
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"I have no idea what you just said, but I'm open to learn about anything that gets you on my lap."
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“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.”
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Midge smiles at him. “Can’t have me in your lap without getting hard, hmm?”
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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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She closes her eyes and scrunches her nose when he kisses her and tries not to giggle, but he only gets to the third word and kiss before she’s giggling like a girl.
“Thank you. Do you really think I’m all of those things?”
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Jaskier loves listening to her giggles - they're cute, and a pure expression of joy. Music from the heart, so to speak. Her question, however, takes him by surprise. He tilts his head.
"Of course. Do you think I'd lie about something like that? Or do you not believe it yourself?" She's always seemed so confident in his eyes, but minds are complicated things.
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It was a big blow to her self-esteem, and she’s not sure if she’s recovered entirely. She can act that way on stage, but real life isn’t always the same.
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"Oh, darling..." He hugs her tightly and kisses the top of her head. "Your husband is an arse, so you shouldn't take his opinion seriously. Who do you trust more? The fucking bloke that cheated on you? Or your manager, who only needed to hear you once to know she found someone special? As for me..."
He kisses her head again, as if asking her to be patient while he explains. "I believe I told you I don't keep things or people I like around, unless it's for survival. I may use my silver tongue in court, or with a client, to write songs that make people Geralt. But in my personal time?" He shakes his head. "I won't deny that when I meet someone, I may exaggerate a bit as a seduction technique. Those are one-night stands, however. But you? I'm keeping you. Because indeed, you are all those things. What Susie sees, I see it too."
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His words are surprisingly touching, even if they aren’t quite words of love. He’s keeping her. He wants her for more than just one night, which is apparent since they’ve had sex multiple times. He likes her and wants her around. For him, that means a lot. The smile returns to her face.
“Oh you’re keeping me, are you?” she asks teasingly. “Where are you keeping me? In your bed?”
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"I'm so glad to see your pretty smile again," he says before kissing the corner of her mouth. Her questions make him laugh. "I wish. In your bed, maybe. And this bed. And the couch, and the piano... We said something about your dressing room, didn't we?"
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“We did.” She grins. “Next time I have a place with a private dressing room. You said previously that you want to keep me in your lap all day. What would you to do me if you kept me like that?” Her fingers stroke slowly over his chest.
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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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