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"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."

“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."

“I never thought about it like that,” she muses.

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.

"Mmmh..." He thinks of an answer while his fingers draw random shapes on her back.

"I could keep my cock inside you all day. Compose dirty lyrics right by your ear. Fill you up with my seed over and over, to the point you're leaking on my thighs."

“Fuck,” she whispers, her eyes closing for a moment so that she can better picture what he’s describing. “I’d ride your cock as many times as you wanted me to, your eager princess. You’d feel the walls of my cunt get tight around you and you’d know I was ready to go again. Do you think you’d really get much writing done like that?”

His fingers dig into her skin when she describes her cunt tightening around his cock, and Jaskier curses as well.

"I don't know about the writing part per se - but you are great inspiration. I would struggle to put rhymes together while you ride me to whisper them in your ear". His hands fall on her arse to squeeze it as he buries his nose in her ear. "She felt his hands move like they’d just been gifted a map — not to conquer, but to understand."

Midge lets out a small sigh of want. “I’m very glad to inspire you. We inspire each other.”

She presses a kiss to his jaw. “Maybe one day I’ll get up on stage and tell the audience how incredible your cock is, how you can make me come so many times.”

She’s kidding. Probably.

"That's true," he responds with a big smile. He loves the idea. "It's the spark."

Jaskier isn't sure if she's kidding or not, but he groans anyway because he absolutely loves the idea. "What else?" he asks as his hands start to roam around her body. "What else would you tell your crowd about me? Do you think they'd picture you taking my cock so enthusiastically?"

Midge furrows her brow. “Not sure if I’d want them to picture it. I’d like them to be jealous of the fantastic sex that I’m having though.”

Her arousal starts to increase as Jaskier’s hands start to move over her body. “Probably how well you eat my cunt,” she says. “Another thing for them to be jealous of.”

"Ah, of course, you want to show off," he teases before his mouth lands on his neck, dropping slow and sweet open-mouthed kisses to punctuate every word of hers. His hands soon land on her breasts to play with her nipples.

"Would you tell the women in your audience not to get married?" he asks between kisses. "To just get themselves a boytoy with a skilled mouth?"

Her breathless laugh turns into a moan when Jaskier’s fingers start to rub at her nipples.

“A husband can have a skilled mouth too,” she breathes. “They just need to care enough to learn.”

Jaskier can't help but snort at her comment, but he doesn't reply. Not out of manners, but because his mouth is going down to attack her breasts, very happy to feast and add a few hickeys. His hands grab her legs and wrap them around his body, groaning when her body crashes against his slowly awakening cock.

"Your husband never bothered to care," he says with a growl. It's not the roleplay anymore, but something tells him she liked that part. "You've never been fucked like this. Say it."

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(by kortu valentine)

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