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[doesntsing]

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?

[treblemaking]

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.

[doesntsing]

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.

[treblemaking]

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?

[doesntsing]

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?

[treblemaking]

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

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

[doesntsing]

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.

[treblemaking]

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

[doesntsing]

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.

[treblemaking]

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.

[doesntsing]

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?

[treblemaking]

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.

[doesntsing]

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.

[treblemaking]

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.

[doesntsing]

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?

[treblemaking]

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

[doesntsing]

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

[treblemaking]

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

[doesntsing]

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!

[treblemaking]

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.

she will need to work up to it, but she will

[doesntsing]

I wouldn’t want to give them anything else to potentially dislike about you, my sweet bard.

Pretending it’s my breasts? You left so many marks on them last time.

[treblemaking]

Be low, if you wish, but tell me how it feels at the very least. Like the idea of fucking your dressing room while a crowd awaits at the table. Is it not the sweetest thrill? We are on the roof, mayhaps a nosy neighbor can see us from a window across the street.

I did. I love making you my canvas. You are an instrument that I play with the dirtiest gusto.

[doesntsing]

I think you thrill in voyeurism more than I do, darling.

I like when you mark me, claim me as your own.

[treblemaking]

Is it actual voyeurism if it's just the *chance* of getting caught? Ah, matters not. Everyone at the wedding will know the most gorgeous woman in the party is with me.

Getting my cock out now. Do you want to mark it with your pretty lipstick?

[doesntsing]

Depends on how high of a chance, but I do enjoy that. How can you know I’ll be the most gorgeous woman there?

I do, so badly. After you make me come, I’ll get down on my knees for you and lick your cock from base to tip.