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The fact that he doesn't immediately jump on the offer is a huge damn red flag, and Jaskier's stomach turns when he realizes that he's hesitating. He hates giving Rose so much power; he usually is pretty good at ignoring what old socialites have to say. Jaskier forces his body to move and close his hand around hers as he deals with his inner turmoil - there can only be one reason why Rose's words hit him so hard: it's because she exposed his own worries, the ones he's been ignoring, the ones that Geralt has scolded him for.

He's terrified. Of how this is making him doubt things he's always been sure of, of potentially hurting her, of potentially losing her.

Humans do dumb things when they're scared.

"...can you?" he asks after a long, awkward pause. He's tense and not meeting her eye. This isn't the right moment for this, but his mind and his heart are arguing with each other and he needs them to stop. "Our agreement. Can you still handle it?"

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She pauses for just a moment, hoping that the fear doesn’t show on her face. “Of course,” Midge replies, knowing that she’s lying. “I… thought having you meet my parents would make things easier for the wedding. It doesn’t really matter what they think about you, does it?”

This isn’t a relationship. Sometimes Midge forgets that. He’s not going to change his mind, even if it seems like he’s falling in love with her.

If she tells him that she’s falling in love with him, he’ll cut this off and she’ll have nothing. Maybe it’s not right, but she can’t lose him now.

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"To me, it doesn't. But I know how much you value their opinion." He shakes his head. "Don't mind me - it's been quite an emotional evening. And--"

He reminds himself to trust her word. The signs could've just been little things, easy to ignore. After all, he's falling for her, too. So he shouldn't be judging how she's feeling internally as long as she's capable of handling the arrangement.

"-and I hate the idea of hurting you." That much is true, at least. He cups her cheek, brushing it with his thumb before leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I hope you don't mind, but I'll say no, just for tonight. I'm exhausted. It's been... quite an evening." To say the least. "You're probably shaken, too."

Even if they just reassured each other, they should probably not be fucking when they're feeling so raw.

"Let us rest, and we can have our naughty fun after the art jam. Sounds good?"

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“I do value their opinion, but I also have my own.” Her parents not being enthusiastic about him doesn’t change how she feels.

She nods, because he’s probably right. They need a little break.

“Yes,” she replies. “I’ll see you then.” She steals a little kiss from him. “Text me?”

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He confirms that saying no to sex tonight was the right choice because, unlike other occasions, her kiss doesn't make him want to push her against the wall and devour her. He does wish he could take her home to cuddle her, though. Emotional comfort is needed now.

"Of course." He kisses the corner of her mouth. "You aren't getting rid of me so easily." The lamest attempt at a joke.

When Jaskier arrives home, though, he doesn't text her. It had been his original plan after announcing he was leaving: to text her later to confirm her parents didn't give her any shit. After what happened, though? He's emotionally exhausted. So instead, he grabs a bottle of liquor and goes to the garden to watch the stars while he gets absolutely drunk. He doesn't even care about his nice suit touching the grass.

Soon, Geralt comes out and sits next to him, so they start passing the bottle. Jaskier knows it's his way to try to make him drink less.

"I know what you're going to say. I don't want to talk about it."

"Mmmh."

Geralt doesn't push and Jaskier is grateful. He ends up falling asleep on his friend's thigh, with that big hand patting him on the back. The next morning, he wakes up in his bed when Cirilla bursts into his room to thank him for the dresses with the amount of excitement that only a teenage girl can achieve.

His head is killing him - fuck hangovers. But he doesn't want to go downstairs and meet Yennefer's judgment yet. So he grabs his device from the night table and hides under the covers to finally text Midge.

Good morning, darling. Ciri loved the dresses; she sends you her regards. How are you feeling? I hope your parents weren't too nosy after I left.

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Of course her parents wish to speak with her after she goes back into the apartment. It isn’t a fight so much as a warning. This man isn’t for her. He will only break her heart. A small part of Midge can’t help but wonder if they’re right. She protests that they’re just friends, there’s no romantic relationship. It isn’t a lie, technically. After begging exhaustion and a headache, Midge goes to bed. She falls asleep with her device in her hand, waiting to see if Jaskier texts her.

The next morning, she’s awoken to the ping and vibration of a text from him. After the initial grogginess, her heart leaps with excitement.

I’m so glad she loved them! I’m okay. We talked, and they’re worried, but I reassured them.

Are you okay?

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They're worried. Of course they fucking are. Jaskier wonders what words were used exactly, how much Midge is simplifying into just 'worry'. Thinking about this doesn't help his headache, so he reminds herself to trust her.

I suppose that's as much as we can ask for. I hope you understand now why I think traveling to the wedding with them may not be a great idea. As much as I liked the bus option, I think we should do portals after all. Consider: no traveling time, so we can get there much earlier than them and have some fun without having to sneak around.

Sleepy. Enjoying some extra time in bed before leaving for class.

He won't mention the hangover, he doesn't want her to worry or jump to conclusions just because he got drunk last night.

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Honestly, in her heart of hearts, Midge can’t begrudge her parents the worry that they feel. Sometimes, she feels it too. She worries that she won’t be enough for him, that she’s not good enough for him to want to be with exclusively.

Travel by portal is easy, so I can’t argue against that. We’ll just have to avoid other family if we get there separately.

Now I’m picturing you in bed.

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Are you telling me that other family will be there early on a Saturday? Fuck. Part of me wants to say that we should drop on Friday night, but I suppose that would make your parents suspicious.

Should I picture you like that too?

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At the hotel and possibly around town, yes. Leah’s family will get there a bit earlier, plus some relatives from out of town. We’ll just need to be careful.

You may. Would you like to know what I’m wearing?

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Fuck. Alright. Are our rooms next to each other at least?

I'd love nothing more. I only have my underwear on.

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I’ll make sure of it. If we set it up before my parents get there, they can’t protest.

Oh, lovely. I’m wearing a pink satin nightgown with lace trim and nothing on underneath it.

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Oh, you beautiful, beautiful thing. Did you go to bed with plans already in mind? Are you that determined to drive me crazy?

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No, I took my panties off just now.

I miss you. It was hard seeing you last night but not being able to hold you.

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Always so eager for me. Still maddening.

Indeed, it was torture. I could've kidnapped you while we were in the kitchen. Or mayhaps I should've bent you over the table right there and have dessert.

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Quite eager for you darling, as always.

Where would you kidnap me to? You wanted to get your head under my dress, didn’t you?

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I was so hungry for you, I would've kidnapped you to the fucking roof, fucked you with my tongue right under the stars. You could be as loud as you want because the noise of the city nightlife would provide cover.

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That actually sounds delightful. Tell me more about what you want to do to me. I’ve got my hand between my thighs, but I’m not wet enough yet.

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I would sit against the wall and you can stand above me, pushing your cunt into my mouth, desperately thrusting to pursue your pleasure, your hand on my hair to guide me into the right spot. You taste even more divine when you take control.

He doesn't mention his cock yet in case this fucking hangover decides to screw him over.

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You love when I take control, don’t you? When I sit on your mouth or hold your head just where I want it?

I want you so badly right now that I don’t think I’d be able to control myself at all. What if I pushed you down and rode your face?

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Alright, his cock is definitely waking up after that.

Fuck, yes. Take what you want, darling. Drown me in your pleasure, stain my collar with your honey. Touch your wonderful tits while you ride me, because my hands are holding down your thighs around my ears. All my senses are numbed by you - it's intoxicating.

I love how all of their texting eventually turns into sexting

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I’m dripping wet for you now. Your tongue is so talented that my hands can’t compare. I also love when you fuck me with your fingers.

tbf her having a libido to match his is what helps him consider monogamy

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Good, because my underwear is starting to tighten. How many fingers, darling? Two, three? Would you be ablento take my whole hand?

she feels like she could keep him satisfied

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Your whole hand sounds painful. I like two, but I’m sure I could do three. Three fingers inside me while your tongue flicks over my clit.

I’m rubbing myself now, stroking my clit back and forth and trying not to moan out loud.

if she takes care of his needs, yes she can!

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Three fingers for my lady, then. Go ahead and moan - is it not thrilling that they may hear you? The chance of getting caught?

I'm strocking myself over my underwear and burying my face in the pillow, pretending it's your chest.