“Of course I am,” Midge says with a little smile. That settled, they can talk about the wedding for a bit.
“Hava Nagila,” she tells him. “I’m sure you’ll still try to seduce me from the stage. Most of the suits you’re going to see will be black. Probably 95%.” Midge hands him another plate. “Dark teal will stand out, but I think it would look very nice on you. It’ll bring out your eyes.”
"Yes! That's it." He hums a bit of Hava Nagila too. It's a catchy tune, he must admit.
"I like standing out, no need to sell it to me." Another wink. "I think it'd look amazing on you, too, but had to play nice in front of your mother. Although the beach connection wasn't a lie." Every plate she passes, he grabs without hesitation. Moving automatically helps not to think about it. "Teal it is then. Although I'll change for the stage. Sooo... the wedding is on Sunday and we get Saturday for ourselves? Did I get that right?"
“We’re invited to the rehearsal dinner on Saturday night,” Midge says, “but we’re free during the day. I thought we might go to the beach.” She grins at him. “I might be inspired to wear a bikini.”
Midge hasn’t worn a bikini since before she had kids.
"So beach clothes for the day and something for dinner. Got it."
He smiles and actually sounds excited about it. With him being on the stage most of the party, he won't have to deal with her family as much. "I've been dying to return to the coast, it's been--" His breath catches when he's hit by an extremely erotic mental image. Jaskier licks his lips as he glances at Midge. "My lady turns out to have a very sadistic side - how am I supposed to keep my hands off you in public?"
He gets lost in thought for a moment. "...I may be able to help with the suitcases. But it'll depend on how we're traveling there."
That wicked smile? That wink? Absolutely illegal. Jaskier can't help but lean in to steal a quick kiss. "You shouldn't be teasing me with your parents in the other room." Honestly, he wouldn't care about other people in the house if he got to fuck her, it wouldn't be the first and won't be the last. But he knows she's still keeping the secret. "Every beach has a private spot or hidden cave for lovers to hide in."
“By car?” Midge asks. “Unless you mean to use one of Yennefer’s portals.”
Driving him crazy is fun. “That’s true… and we probably need to go back to them soon.” Still, she bats her eyelashes at him and gives him an even longer kiss. “I guess I know what you’ll be doing at the beach.” Looking for hidden away spots where the two of them can fuck.
"By car with your parents?" He's trying to keep it neutral, but it's obvious he doesn't like that idea. "I could ask Yennefer for a portal, but that would be just for the two of us. I wouldn't mind a bus trip if we get to see some scenery."
He doesn't say it, but that would most likely be only for the two of them, too. Just cuddling on the seats for hours. But he isn't sure if she wants to travel with her parents or how weird it would be to arrive alone, since they're technically not a couple.
"Stop that," he says without meaning it at all and happily kissing her back. "I'll be swimming, and tanning under the warm sun with a good book." And fucking her, but omitting that part is more fun.
"There is a bus option; I've already checked. And Yennefer will open a portal for me if I ask. I just want to make sure first that I'm not forcing you away from your parents," he explains without meeting her eyes. "Because no matter how I feel, I won't get between you and them. I can go alone if needed." Since the band is arriving the next day and all.
He chuckles at that. "Am I not a very wholesome bloke?"
Midge shrugs. “My parents have each other. I’d hate for you to have to travel alone.” Her parents will probably be surprised that she’ll want to go on a bus, but she’ll come up with some reason why it’s easier that they do it this way.
She gives him an innocent look. “Very wholesome. I’ll make sure that all my skin is covered at the beach so that I won’t tempt your wholesomeness.”
"You're a sweetheart," he says with a big smile and kisses her cheek. "Well then, I have a product offer for you, but you must promise to keep it a secret because we don't know if we'll sell it to the general public yet. That includes your parents." His tone is very serious; he doesn't want his family to get harassed. "Yennefer can put a spell on one of your suitcases to make it bigger on the inside. You'll only need that one, even for the hats."
He nods as he chuckles again. "Of course, of course. Good girls must keep themselves covered, especially around those creepy uncles and cousins."
Midge gasps. “That sounds incredible. Magic is such a wonderful thing.” It really has benefited her to be friends with people who know magic, and Yennefer seems to be a master of it.
She puts her arms around his neck. “What about from cheeky bards?”
That cute gasp makes everything worth it. "Choose your favorite suitcase, old or new, and drop it at my house when you have the time. Maybe I can use that as an excuse for you to come over to cook. And remember-" He waves a finger at her. "Secret. No jokes about it. Talk about my cock all you want, and promote the potions, but not this."
Like portals, spells are something that tire Yennefer a lot. They can't have people bothering her about it.
Thank goodness he did the drying and his arms aren't wet, because they immediately go around her waist. "Those are the worst. Absolute cads, all of them. They'll corrupt you into oblivion."
He laughs and gets ready to answer, but then her mouth is on his and how can he say no to that? Jaskier pushes her against the edge of the sink and kisses her deeply, chasing her tongue with his. Gosh, he's really missed her.
She moans happily when Jaskier pushes her against the sink. After allowing herself to indulge in kissing him for a few moments, she gently pushes him back.
“Unfortunately, we have to go back out there,” she murmurs to him. “They’re going to come looking for us soon.”
A pathetic whimper escapes his lips when she pushes him back. The pout that appears shows what a brat he can be.
"You're a sadist. This confirms it. You like to torture innocent bards." He pulls away to fix his shirt sleeves and put his jacket back on. "What would've happened if you'd given me a hard-on?" He kisses her cheek. "Wish me luck."
Jaskier returns to the table but doesn't sit, asking Abe about the piano instead. Abe is happy to show it off so the men go to the studio, and Jaskier is happy to discover that he can keep up with the conversation pretty well. He even takes notes, which seems to please Abe too.
It turns out Abe isn't so bad when discussing classical music - Jaskier still thinks discussing anything modern wouldn't go as well, but he'll take what he can. And he does learn a lot from their chat. They even end up playing a little something together, with Jaskier on the lute and Abe on the piano.
Sometimes Jaskier glances at the living room, keeping an eye on Rose's mood. She reminds him of his own mother and his aunts, and he realizes he can't trust reading her expression because she's mastered the art of keeping a poker face for the sake of reputation.
"It's getting late and I'm imposed enough. I should get going," he announces after their duet. He looks at Midge. "You have Ciri's dresses?"
Midge grins when she hears the piano and lute together, glad that Jaskier and her father seem to be getting along. Her mother doesn’t seem to outright dislike him, though she’s expressed her concerns. Midge imagines that the fact that Jaskier isn’t Jewish will be an objection that both of her parents will have to she and Jaskier being together.
Why is she thinking about them being together though? Jaskier doesn’t want a relationship.
“Yes, they’re in my room,” Midge tells him. “I’ll be right back.”
Jaskier is left alone with her parents, a potentially dangerous situation. Abe looks at him, choosing his words carefully.
“Good to finally meet the man that seems to be spending so much time with my daughter. I can tell that Miriam is very fond of you.”
Oh, fuck. Jaskier had been hoping to go with her and sneak a last-minute kiss or two. He tenses when Abe speaks to him directly, and-- okay, the words aren't bad at all, but he senses there's something more behind them.
"Thank you, sir," he says with a quick bow of his head. "I am very fond of her as well. She's a wonderful woman, and I'm sure the entire world will see it as well some day."
“Yes, you’re… encouraging her comedy career, aren’t you?” Abe says. Midge’s parents still don’t entirely know what to make of that, or what she hopes to gain with it.
“I’m sure you know about her divorce,” Rose adds. “It was painful for her, and for all of us. Miriam is still recovering from it, trying to find her way in this world, while also opening her heart back up.”
...oh, boy. There's no way this conversation ends well. Jaskier takes a deep breath while his hand nervously taps his lute - the night went (mostly) well, and he doesn't want to ruin it now. The fact that they waited for Midge to be gone to tell him all this hasn't escaped him. Fuckers.
"Yes. I'm a talented artist, so is she. We hope for each other's success," he replies as he looks at Abe a bit more coldly. He doesn't sound very encouraging himself, and that annoys Jaskier.
Rose soon gets the same look, and a little voice in his head that suspiciously sounds like Geralt reminds him of all the signs he's been ignoring. But he's not going to analyze them now of all times - not going to give Rose that satisfaction. "I do know. And as painful as it may've been, I'm glad it happened." A big bomb to drop, he knows, but he's annoyed. At their treatment of Midge, and at their attempt to corner him now. "It would've been more painful in the long run - she would've grown resentful. She deserves to be happy, in whatever shape that may take. It's up to her to find the shape that fits her, and I'll support her through it."
Midge is returning with the dresses when she hears Jaskier’s words and stops in her tracks. He’ll support her through it is very neutral, not necessarily talking about himself.
Rose indeed looks surprised when Jaskier says he’s glad the divorce happened, but she knows that he’s an outsider looking in. He’s reacting to Joel’s infidelity.
“It’s not about talent,” Abe says. “It’s about remaining realistic. Miriam has children. They should be her top priority.”
“I know my daughter,” says Rose, “and from what I have seen tonight, she is very… fond of you. We’ve just met you, but I would say this to anyone: please be gentle with her. She has a huge capacity to love, but I don’t want that to come back to hurt her later. Surely you can understand why a mother might feel that way?”
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“Hava Nagila,” she tells him. “I’m sure you’ll still try to seduce me from the stage. Most of the suits you’re going to see will be black. Probably 95%.” Midge hands him another plate. “Dark teal will stand out, but I think it would look very nice on you. It’ll bring out your eyes.”
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"I like standing out, no need to sell it to me." Another wink. "I think it'd look amazing on you, too, but had to play nice in front of your mother. Although the beach connection wasn't a lie." Every plate she passes, he grabs without hesitation. Moving automatically helps not to think about it. "Teal it is then. Although I'll change for the stage. Sooo... the wedding is on Sunday and we get Saturday for ourselves? Did I get that right?"
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Midge hasn’t worn a bikini since before she had kids.
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He smiles and actually sounds excited about it. With him being on the stage most of the party, he won't have to deal with her family as much. "I've been dying to return to the coast, it's been--" His breath catches when he's hit by an extremely erotic mental image. Jaskier licks his lips as he glances at Midge. "My lady turns out to have a very sadistic side - how am I supposed to keep my hands off you in public?"
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Her smile turns a touch wicked. “Maybe that’s the point.” She winks. “It won’t be a private beach, but we can cuddle if you want.”
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That wicked smile? That wink? Absolutely illegal. Jaskier can't help but lean in to steal a quick kiss. "You shouldn't be teasing me with your parents in the other room." Honestly, he wouldn't care about other people in the house if he got to fuck her, it wouldn't be the first and won't be the last. But he knows she's still keeping the secret. "Every beach has a private spot or hidden cave for lovers to hide in."
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Driving him crazy is fun. “That’s true… and we probably need to go back to them soon.” Still, she bats her eyelashes at him and gives him an even longer kiss. “I guess I know what you’ll be doing at the beach.” Looking for hidden away spots where the two of them can fuck.
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He doesn't say it, but that would most likely be only for the two of them, too. Just cuddling on the seats for hours. But he isn't sure if she wants to travel with her parents or how weird it would be to arrive alone, since they're technically not a couple.
"Stop that," he says without meaning it at all and happily kissing her back. "I'll be swimming, and tanning under the warm sun with a good book." And fucking her, but omitting that part is more fun.
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“I can see if the bus is an option.” Midge doesn’t mind arriving with him, since he’s her date. Everyone will see them together anyway.
“That’s it?” she asks innocently. “That sounds very wholesome, Jaskier.”
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He chuckles at that. "Am I not a very wholesome bloke?"
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She gives him an innocent look. “Very wholesome. I’ll make sure that all my skin is covered at the beach so that I won’t tempt your wholesomeness.”
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He nods as he chuckles again. "Of course, of course. Good girls must keep themselves covered, especially around those creepy uncles and cousins."
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She puts her arms around his neck. “What about from cheeky bards?”
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Like portals, spells are something that tire Yennefer a lot. They can't have people bothering her about it.
Thank goodness he did the drying and his arms aren't wet, because they immediately go around her waist. "Those are the worst. Absolute cads, all of them. They'll corrupt you into oblivion."
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She nods seriously. “It’s true. They’re just out for a good time and to corrupt innocent housewives into hot, steamy sex.”
Midge’s kiss is a bit less innocent this time, her mouth opening against his.
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“Unfortunately, we have to go back out there,” she murmurs to him. “They’re going to come looking for us soon.”
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"You're a sadist. This confirms it. You like to torture innocent bards." He pulls away to fix his shirt sleeves and put his jacket back on. "What would've happened if you'd given me a hard-on?" He kisses her cheek. "Wish me luck."
Jaskier returns to the table but doesn't sit, asking Abe about the piano instead. Abe is happy to show it off so the men go to the studio, and Jaskier is happy to discover that he can keep up with the conversation pretty well. He even takes notes, which seems to please Abe too.
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“He’s certainly…” Rose pauses while she tries to pick her word. “Colorful.”
“He is,” Midge replies. “He can be a bit selfish at times, but he’s really very sweet, Mama. He’s very fond of me.”
“Be careful,” Rose says. “I don’t want to see you get your heart broken for a second time.”
Midge laughs the warning off. “It’s not like that… we’re just friends.”
Rose hums at that. Even Midge can hear the lie in her own voice.
who could've guessed Rose and Geralt would give the same advice lol
Sometimes Jaskier glances at the living room, keeping an eye on Rose's mood. She reminds him of his own mother and his aunts, and he realizes he can't trust reading her expression because she's mastered the art of keeping a poker face for the sake of reputation.
"It's getting late and I'm imposed enough. I should get going," he announces after their duet. He looks at Midge. "You have Ciri's dresses?"
they’re smart
Why is she thinking about them being together though? Jaskier doesn’t want a relationship.
“Yes, they’re in my room,” Midge tells him. “I’ll be right back.”
Jaskier is left alone with her parents, a potentially dangerous situation. Abe looks at him, choosing his words carefully.
“Good to finally meet the man that seems to be spending so much time with my daughter. I can tell that Miriam is very fond of you.”
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"Thank you, sir," he says with a quick bow of his head. "I am very fond of her as well. She's a wonderful woman, and I'm sure the entire world will see it as well some day."
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“Yes, you’re… encouraging her comedy career, aren’t you?” Abe says. Midge’s parents still don’t entirely know what to make of that, or what she hopes to gain with it.
“I’m sure you know about her divorce,”
Rose adds. “It was painful for her, and for all of us. Miriam is still recovering from it, trying to find her way in this world, while also opening her heart back up.”
Midge should hear it all from her room lmao
"Yes. I'm a talented artist, so is she. We hope for each other's success," he replies as he looks at Abe a bit more coldly. He doesn't sound very encouraging himself, and that annoys Jaskier.
Rose soon gets the same look, and a little voice in his head that suspiciously sounds like Geralt reminds him of all the signs he's been ignoring. But he's not going to analyze them now of all times - not going to give Rose that satisfaction. "I do know. And as painful as it may've been, I'm glad it happened." A big bomb to drop, he knows, but he's annoyed. At their treatment of Midge, and at their attempt to corner him now. "It would've been more painful in the long run - she would've grown resentful. She deserves to be happy, in whatever shape that may take. It's up to her to find the shape that fits her, and I'll support her through it."
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Rose indeed looks surprised when Jaskier says he’s glad the divorce happened, but she knows that he’s an outsider looking in. He’s reacting to Joel’s infidelity.
“It’s not about talent,” Abe says. “It’s about remaining realistic. Miriam has children. They should be her top priority.”
“I know my daughter,” says Rose, “and from what I have seen tonight, she is very… fond of you. We’ve just met you, but I would say this to anyone: please be gentle with her. She has a huge capacity to love, but I don’t want that to come back to hurt her later. Surely you can understand why a mother might feel that way?”