"Yes, like that. You're still so cute when you blush." He sounds amused. "With your hand, or a toy, or something we can share." Ok, he thought he didn't want to give details, but she asked, so it's only fair. His whole body shivers when she kisses his cheek, and his skin burns for more. But it's a good thing that she kept it chaste; it's obvious they still have things to discuss. And knowing them? Anything would distract them. A little smile-- "Thank you, darling."
He allows himself to call her that after the kiss. Things are going well, after all. Her hand goes back to his arm and they can start walking again. There's something left and--
Yep. There we go. Jaskier closes his eyes, pays attention to her every word but also lets the sound of the waves take over him. He'll need the patience.
"Thanks for bringing the subject up. Because I wanted to touch it, too, yet I kept thinking that every way to approach it made me sound like a jerk. Your family and Joel..." A little sigh. "Small doses." Like he said with the kids. "I promise I won't start fights. I won't taunt Joel. But if they say something first, I won't stay silent, Midge. I refuse to be subdued in my private life. I'm sorry, but arguments are going to happen."
The fact that she says they can lose her if they don't respect him, though - that's huge. It makes Jaskier's chest warm and his heart skip a beat. Damn, girl. He's dying to kiss her now.
"As for religion..." Oh, dear. "I won't make fun of you. I won't stop you from practicing. If there's an event, like a wedding or some holiday dinner, then you can count on me to share your special moment. But I won't pray, and I won't go to the temple with the family on the weekends. That's not negotiable either." Never about who they are as a person? He doubts that - he doesn't trust an institution that doesn't let women be rabbis, too. But he keeps that to himself. "I'm going to pass on the beliefs for now. But I'll keep it in mind." He mirrors the answer she gave him about open relationships. Can't hurt to be a little accommodating.
She nods, knowing that it will be rocky between Jaskier and her family. All she can hope for is that with time, they will all come to be able to at least tolerate each other.
“That’s fair. That’s all I ask for. You can make fun of religion a little. I make fun of it. No religion is perfect. Jews will be the first people to tell you that.”
They stop in the sand, Midge looking up into his eyes with a bright sparkle in hers and a tiny smile on her lips.
“Is that all of our terms? I mean, other than the fact that I expect you to lavish me with gifts, but that’s just a given.” She’s teasing. Or is she? “How should we seal this pact, my darling bard?”
Is that all of their terms? Jaskier stops to think about that for a second while laughing about the gift comment.
"I do like taking care of you, to be fair." He drops the boots so he can gently grab her hand in both of his.
"I just... want you to review everything we just discussed one last time in your mind. Because I was already terrified to do this, and you saying yes to everything so easily has me on the fucking edge." His tone isn't aggressive, more like nervous. "I live my life day by day. I don't plan much. I can't promise marriage at all, and living together may be possible yet far in the future. Like I said, we have careers to figure out. I will be there for you at 3 am when Joel is being an arshole, but I also may wake up tomorrow and leave for a week with Geralt. Or mayhaps I didn't hear your text because I'm sleeping at noon after drinking late with the band. I like fucking off when I feel like it, so I may miss something."
They haven't discussed Geralt, he realizes now. And hey, after the shit the Countess gave him for it, Jaskier isn't complaining. It's just strange how this world has a different perception of many things.
"Independence and freedom. That's what I'm about, and I expect you to have those things too. So..." He smiles more widely now. "Review the list. And if you truly don't mind at all, then-- you've earned yourself a boyfriend, my witty lady."
“All I ask is that if you fuck off, you tell me so I don’t worry about you. Communication is important in relationships. I want you to talk to me about anything.”
She thinks she can live with those terms. Maybe it will be too much ‘freedom’ for her to be comfortable, but only time will tell. Midge is willing to give this a try, because she’s miserable without him in her life.
“I don’t mind your terms, because I love you, Jaskier.” It feels so good to be able to say it to him out loud and not worry that he’ll freak out and run away. To seal their deal, Midge presses her lips to his, kissing him deeply.
Now presenting Miriam, the Viscountess de Lettenhove!
"That's fair. I'll let you know when I leave. But please keep in mind what I said about muting the device during hunts."
He gasps when she says she loves him - even if he technically knew, he wasn't expecting it so soon. Before he can answer, Midge is kissing him. Well then, don't mind if he does! He wraps his arms around her and kisses her back hungrily, pressing her body against his.
Where she belongs.
His whole body is on fire, and he only breaks it when a passerby yells at them. Jaskier gives him the finger - a gesture he's learned here. He still prefers to use his words, but he can't deny how useful the gesture can be for moments like this, where he only has eyes and words for the woman in his arms.
"I love you too," he finally confesses while rubbing his nose against hers. "Fuck, I missed you so much. Last week has been hell. I hope I didn't get you in too much trouble with your family. Or Leah." Another little gasp. "Pleae tell me we can get one room at the wedding without your father getting a heart attack."
She laughs when he gives that person the finger. Somehow, that seems like the perfect start to this relationship. Midge feels giddy, not wanting to ever let Jaskier go again. Hearing him tell her that he loves her makes her feel like she’s going to fly off into the clouds.
“I missed you too. I always want you in my life,” she says. “My parents knew we had a fight, though I didn’t tell Leah.” She and her cousin aren’t close. “We will have a room together at the wedding because we’re going together as a couple. Are you ready to cause a sensation?”
Midge knows they will, but she doesn’t care. If they’re going to do this, they’re diving in head first.
It is indeed the perfect way to start their relationship because Midge's laughing, and Jaskier loves making her happy like this. Her laughter is the sweetest music.
"You have me, dear." He won't say always. He won't make promises he isn't sure he can keep. But he plans to make her happy for as long as possible.
'A fight' is vague enough, he hopes, for her parents not to give him too much crap or feel too smug. It's not unusual for two people to have a fight; it happens.
"Oh, sweetheart, you know I'm always ready to scandalize a bunch of geezers," Jaskier replies with a grin so wide it could split his face. "I'm going to throw you in the sea and kiss the salt off your tongue while your cousins watch. Hopefully, they get some inspiration for their marriages."
She giggles. Midge is actually looking forward to the wedding now.
“The only place I want you to throw me right now is a bed,” she says before kissing him again. “Do you think you can behave yourself until we get to the apartment?”
It’s a long ride back, but they’ll be assured complete privacy there. Surely Jaskier is as horny for her as she is for him.
"You can't ask me to behave when you keep kissing me like that," he teases her. Indeed, he's pretty fucking horny right now. He kisses her again as he picks her up by her waist, doing a whirl while laughing against her lovely mouth.
When he puts her down, he's in a different spot from where he started, and he has a perfect view of the fair. His eyes widen as he gets an idea.
"Before we leave..." He points at the Ferris Wheel. "What do you think? Just one ride. To start this with a mini-date - I need to make up for my lousy first confession with some romance."
"Aww, where is the fun in that?" He's pouting, but he changes it to a big smile when she laces their fingers together. He raises their hands to kiss her knuckles before dropping them again so they can start making their way back.
A nod. "Shortly after we arrived, we were really curious about all the machines, so the family did a little trip. It was scary as fuck but also lots of fun. Ciri and I managed to get a gondola of our own so Geralt and Yennefer could be alone. It was very sweet. And the view! I've been on the coast all my life, Midge, but I never got to see it like that. It was amazing." A chuckle. "Geralt won prizes for everyone, too. The game masters weren't very happy with him."
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He allows himself to call her that after the kiss. Things are going well, after all. Her hand goes back to his arm and they can start walking again. There's something left and--
Yep. There we go. Jaskier closes his eyes, pays attention to her every word but also lets the sound of the waves take over him. He'll need the patience.
"Thanks for bringing the subject up. Because I wanted to touch it, too, yet I kept thinking that every way to approach it made me sound like a jerk. Your family and Joel..." A little sigh. "Small doses." Like he said with the kids. "I promise I won't start fights. I won't taunt Joel. But if they say something first, I won't stay silent, Midge. I refuse to be subdued in my private life. I'm sorry, but arguments are going to happen."
The fact that she says they can lose her if they don't respect him, though - that's huge. It makes Jaskier's chest warm and his heart skip a beat. Damn, girl. He's dying to kiss her now.
"As for religion..." Oh, dear. "I won't make fun of you. I won't stop you from practicing. If there's an event, like a wedding or some holiday dinner, then you can count on me to share your special moment. But I won't pray, and I won't go to the temple with the family on the weekends. That's not negotiable either." Never about who they are as a person? He doubts that - he doesn't trust an institution that doesn't let women be rabbis, too. But he keeps that to himself. "I'm going to pass on the beliefs for now. But I'll keep it in mind." He mirrors the answer she gave him about open relationships. Can't hurt to be a little accommodating.
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“That’s fair. That’s all I ask for. You can make fun of religion a little. I make fun of it. No religion is perfect. Jews will be the first people to tell you that.”
They stop in the sand, Midge looking up into his eyes with a bright sparkle in hers and a tiny smile on her lips.
“Is that all of our terms? I mean, other than the fact that I expect you to lavish me with gifts, but that’s just a given.” She’s teasing. Or is she? “How should we seal this pact, my darling bard?”
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"I do like taking care of you, to be fair." He drops the boots so he can gently grab her hand in both of his.
"I just... want you to review everything we just discussed one last time in your mind. Because I was already terrified to do this, and you saying yes to everything so easily has me on the fucking edge." His tone isn't aggressive, more like nervous. "I live my life day by day. I don't plan much. I can't promise marriage at all, and living together may be possible yet far in the future. Like I said, we have careers to figure out. I will be there for you at 3 am when Joel is being an arshole, but I also may wake up tomorrow and leave for a week with Geralt. Or mayhaps I didn't hear your text because I'm sleeping at noon after drinking late with the band. I like fucking off when I feel like it, so I may miss something."
They haven't discussed Geralt, he realizes now. And hey, after the shit the Countess gave him for it, Jaskier isn't complaining. It's just strange how this world has a different perception of many things.
"Independence and freedom. That's what I'm about, and I expect you to have those things too. So..." He smiles more widely now. "Review the list. And if you truly don't mind at all, then-- you've earned yourself a boyfriend, my witty lady."
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She thinks she can live with those terms. Maybe it will be too much ‘freedom’ for her to be comfortable, but only time will tell. Midge is willing to give this a try, because she’s miserable without him in her life.
“I don’t mind your terms, because I love you, Jaskier.” It feels so good to be able to say it to him out loud and not worry that he’ll freak out and run away. To seal their deal, Midge presses her lips to his, kissing him deeply.
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He gasps when she says she loves him - even if he technically knew, he wasn't expecting it so soon. Before he can answer, Midge is kissing him. Well then, don't mind if he does! He wraps his arms around her and kisses her back hungrily, pressing her body against his.
Where she belongs.
His whole body is on fire, and he only breaks it when a passerby yells at them. Jaskier gives him the finger - a gesture he's learned here. He still prefers to use his words, but he can't deny how useful the gesture can be for moments like this, where he only has eyes and words for the woman in his arms.
"I love you too," he finally confesses while rubbing his nose against hers. "Fuck, I missed you so much. Last week has been hell. I hope I didn't get you in too much trouble with your family. Or Leah." Another little gasp. "Pleae tell me we can get one room at the wedding without your father getting a heart attack."
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“I missed you too. I always want you in my life,” she says. “My parents knew we had a fight, though I didn’t tell Leah.” She and her cousin aren’t close. “We will have a room together at the wedding because we’re going together as a couple. Are you ready to cause a sensation?”
Midge knows they will, but she doesn’t care. If they’re going to do this, they’re diving in head first.
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"You have me, dear." He won't say always. He won't make promises he isn't sure he can keep. But he plans to make her happy for as long as possible.
'A fight' is vague enough, he hopes, for her parents not to give him too much crap or feel too smug. It's not unusual for two people to have a fight; it happens.
"Oh, sweetheart, you know I'm always ready to scandalize a bunch of geezers," Jaskier replies with a grin so wide it could split his face. "I'm going to throw you in the sea and kiss the salt off your tongue while your cousins watch. Hopefully, they get some inspiration for their marriages."
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“The only place I want you to throw me right now is a bed,” she says before kissing him again. “Do you think you can behave yourself until we get to the apartment?”
It’s a long ride back, but they’ll be assured complete privacy there. Surely Jaskier is as horny for her as she is for him.
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When he puts her down, he's in a different spot from where he started, and he has a perfect view of the fair. His eyes widen as he gets an idea.
"Before we leave..." He points at the Ferris Wheel. "What do you think? Just one ride. To start this with a mini-date - I need to make up for my lousy first confession with some romance."
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“Alright,” she says, “but you’re going to have to be a gentleman on the ride and keep your hands to yourself.”
Midge slips her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as they walk back up the sand to the boardwalk.
“Ever been on a ride like this?” she asks.
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A nod. "Shortly after we arrived, we were really curious about all the machines, so the family did a little trip. It was scary as fuck but also lots of fun. Ciri and I managed to get a gondola of our own so Geralt and Yennefer could be alone. It was very sweet. And the view! I've been on the coast all my life, Midge, but I never got to see it like that. It was amazing." A chuckle. "Geralt won prizes for everyone, too. The game masters weren't very happy with him."