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Midge always feels warm and safe whenever she and Jaskier cuddle. Her head fits perfectly underneath his chin. There’s no doubt in her mind that she’s falling in love with him. If that presents complications, she doesn’t want to think about them right now.

“We could,” she says. “A nice little getaway to the Catskills.”

Jaskier chuckles. "Are you sure the hair salons don't scare away the birds?"

He then grabs a chocolate and puts it in his mouth before kissing her, letting the sweetness melt between their tongues.

She snorts at that. “So long as they don’t get sucked into a hair dryer,” she replies. “I wasn’t talking about Steiner though. Maybe we could rent a cabin someday.”

She might be getting ahead of herself. Even though she’s asked him to accompany her to Leah’s wedding, a weekend away sounds very much like something a couple would do.

Midge strokes her tongue against his, tasting both the chocolate and his mouth. One hand presses gently against his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her fingers.

"So I get a private place where I can keep you naked all day long?" he asks in a teasing tone. "I don't know if my cock can survive so many orgasms."

Jaskier doesn't mind the idea, actually, because her family wouldn't be there. He sees it as the same thing they're doing here, but in a different background.

He smiles against her mouth, resting his forehead against hers when they break the kiss. "What is your hand feeling?"

“Mmhmm,” she replies. Midge imagines that they wouldn’t leave the cabin much on any sort of weekend away. She doesn’t have a problem with that.

Midge returns the smile, her nose brushing against his. “Your heartbeat,” she murmurs.

"An ominous answer. You want to kill my cock."

He kisses her nose before capturing her mouth in another sweet, slow kiss. "And what does my heartbeat tell you?"

“You don’t see it as a challenge?”
She asks cheekily. “How many times can you fuck in one weekend?”

That’s probably what a weekend in the Catskills would turn into and you know what? Midge isn’t mad about it.

She’s silent for a moment, not wanting to blurt out something that he might recoil from.

“That you’re content… happy…”

He laughs. "Oh, I do. I haven't had a full sex marathon in years. Do you know how many times you can fuck in one weekend?"

His answer makes him smile widely, and he kisses her cheek. "I am, yes. Being with you helps me forget about the outside world. It's all spark and affection."

“I don’t…” Midge would have to think back to how many times she had sex on her honeymoon. It was quite a few. “But I’m interested to find out.”

“Anything troubling you?” she asks as she continues to stroke his chest. Perhaps he means that she helps him to forget the world in general, not that he has anything specific that’s bothering him.

"We can add it to our to-do list, then. Like waking you up with my cock." He hasn't forgotten about that bit from last night.

Is anything bothering him? The fact that he has to make a decision about the damn wedding. The fact he keeps seeing signs in her that flatter him but also scare him and he shouldn't encourage.

But he isn't about to say that aloud. Instead, he shrugs.

"I wouldn't call it trouble, just... it's been a few months, but this world is still a lot to take in. I've always known what to do with my life, so having to find my footing again is... a lot." He kisses the corner of her mouth. "When I am with you, I can forget about that. It's just me, you, and your marvelous tits."

“Or me waking you up by riding you,” she responds. They talked about that previously as well.

“I understand,” Midge replies. This world is so different from the one that he came from. She would feel equally lost in his world.

“I’ll bet my tits do a lot to cheer you up.”

He raises an eyebrow. "As lovely as it sounds, you think you can wake up before me?" It's clearly a tease.

Jaskier laughs, which is more proof of how good she is at distracting him with humor, too. "Mmmh, they do. And your mouth too. Because of the jokes, obviously." He winks. "You also seem to like my tits." Her hands are always on his chest - not complaining, though.

“Oh, I’m sure I can surprise you.” A sly smile forms on her face.

“Of course. Just the jokes. Not what else I can do with my mouth.” So cheeky. Midge kisses him again. “Your tits are wonderful. I think you know you have a nice chest, Jaskier.”

For whatever reason, the chest hair really does it for her too.

He grins back. "I love surprises. Can't wait."

She's so cute when she's being sly and cheeky. Jaskier keeps up the kiss for longer, as if he could taste her wittiness. "Do I? I had no idea." More teasing, lots of exaggeration. "You'll have to remind me more often. Rub it a lot so I don't forget." He winks and kisses her cheek. "Teasing aside, I do like it when you pet me. It's very relaxing."

“I’ve noticed. You like it when I stroke your hair, whether it’s hair here…” She pats his chest. “Or here.” Her hand moves up to his head to stroke her fingers through his locks. “I’ve never been with a man whose hair is this long.”

It’s not the current style, but it works for him with his bard persona.

He hums in delight when she starts stroking his hair, proving every word she just said. The mention of the length makes him chuckle. "It's relatively new, actually. I only started to grow it a few years ago. I needed a makeover."

During bad breakups and mid-life crises, obviously the answer is a haircut. Or the opposite, in this case. But the point stands.

"But most of my life I wore it short. Head hair, I mean. The rest of my body has always been fucking hairy." He grins. "And you like it."

“I do like it,” she confirms. “It’s very masculine.” Hopefully he won’t take that wrongly. While Jaskier definitely has some feminine traits, Midge thinks he has masculine ones too, and not just the chest hair.

She gives him a gentle kiss. “I like all of you. A lot.”

Jaskier isn't offended, but he is surprised. His eyebrows go up. "That's a new one. Thank you."

Part of his brain does wonder if he should examine her statement further, but thankfully, she adds more. Jaskier is happy to return the kiss with a smile. "I like you, too, darling. It almost makes me feel grateful for that arrest."

“Of course.” Midge will happily expand on which traits of his she thinks are masculine. Jaskier has a courtly air about him. She knows enough to know that masculinity was a bit different back then. That being said, she’s also aware that Jaskier sleeps with men, and many men who sleep with other men tend to have feminine qualities. Midge thinks he happens to have a nice mix of both.

“Me too,” she replies. “I never thought I’d be grateful for going to jail, but meeting you was… a wonderful thing in my life.”

Her words are incredibly flattering, and they make Jaskier's heart beat a little faster. They also make him a bit nervous, because it's one of the signs he's been noticing and should be careful about.

Worried about his mouth saying too much, he takes the wine and drinks straight from the bottle, playing it off as just being thirsty. He even passes the bottle to Midge, glasses forgotten.

"I'm glad I could be something good in your life," he ends up saying, because his heart is a big traitor who refuses to let go of her. Jaskier can hear Geralt's grunt of disapproval in the distance. "Because it sounded like you needed it, considering your family. No offense." Actually, he means the offense, but gotta keep up the manners.

She takes a swig of the offered wine. Her smile fades slightly at his comment about her family.

“I love my family, even if they irritate me,” she replies. “I’m sure your family does things that annoy you too, but you still love them.”

Her parents mean well. Midge doesn’t think that they don’t love her or don’t want the best for her. Her idea of what’s best sometimes differs from theirs.

"Why, just because Yennefer held a knife against my neck and grabbed me by the balls?" He keeps his tone light, trying to redirect the conversation since it seems he's hit a nerve. "I think I've insulted her enough for that. Although I do miss coming up with new insults a little bit."

The smile returns, looking more like a smirk this time. “How dare she. Those are my balls to grab.” Hopefully he won’t take that as her sounding possessive of him. It’s just a joke.

“You can still come up with creative insults for her. I have a feeling that she can handle it - and will probably come up with a few of her own.”

Yennefer is no shrinking violet.

Jaskier does chuckle at that, but he still glances at her and takes the bottle back for another swing while wondering how much was truly just a joke.

"Oh, we still insult each other all the time. I'm a slut, she's a demon, we're both bitches." He shrugs. "But they don't escalate anymore, you know? We used to be more cruel. And don't take me wrong, getting along is far better. I just miss wordplay with bite." He hums, almost lost in thought. "Maybe I should get one of those letter machine thingies, get on writing."

Midge has been intimately close with Jaskier for long enough to know when he’s uncomfortable, even as he tries to hide it. He’s probably still worrying about the wedding, and her words aren’t making it any better. She resolves to watch her mouth.

There’s a pang of sadness in her. Midge doesn’t like having to hide how she feels, but she also doesn’t want this thing between them to end. It might be difficult to just remain friends and she would miss him too much.

“A typewriter? Planning on sending an insulting letter to someone?” she asks. “I’m not an insult comic, but I could always give it a shot.”

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