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His body shivers in anticipation when she whispers against his ear. Fuck, he's missed her so much. The arm around her waist tightens as he answers.

"Oh, yes, I have to give them the attention they deserve. Something like--" When Midge feeds him again, Jaskier actually captures her fingers in his mouth and sucks them properly. The only thing stopping him from making yummy noises is hearing some kids joining the line behind them. He lets go of her hand then. "If they ask, we'll tell them you're my pacifier."

They're finally allowed to get in and Jaskier doesn't waste time: he sits against the window and pulls at Midge's hand to sit her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her.

"Comfortable?" he asks with a grin.

“Very,” she replies with a grin, stroking her fingers through his hair. Leaning in, she gives him a soft kiss. “I missed you so much.”

The gondola starts to rise in the air and Midge rests her head against Jaskier’s shoulder. It feels so good to be in his arms again. “You can see Manhattan when we get to the top.”

"I missed you, too, dear." He kisses her back before showering her face with little pecks, looking for those giggles he likes so much.

The view is absolutely fantastic, although Jaskier is concentrating on the sea. He turns toward the city when Midge mentions it, and he remembers a song from the radio.

"♫ I wanna wake up in that city / That doesn't sleep / And find I'm king of the hill / Top of the heap ♫"

He continues to sing New York New York as the wheel goes up, letting a hand sneak under Midge's skirt to casually stroke her leg. When they reach the top, he kisses her cheek and whispers in her ear. "I love you."

Hopefully this compensates for his shitty first confession.

Jaskier gets those giggles, as well as a nuzzle to his nose. She watches Manhattan for a while before turning to look out to sea.

“You should add that one to your repertoire,” Midge says, loving the sound of his voice as usual.

She raises an eyebrow when his hand goes under her skirt. “Looking for something?” Midge asks cheekily. The wheel stops with them at the top and Midge feels like she’s on the top of the world with him. “I love you too.”

"Maybe," he says with his most innocent face. "Should I stop looking?"

Her words put butterflies in his stomach like a goddman teenager. Jaskier captures her mouth in a slow, affectionate kiss. His hand continues to stroke her thigh, but he won't go further unless Midge gives him permission. He knows this is more public than she may approve of.

With the fantastic view behind them and her giggles as music, it's simply a perfect moment in time.

Similarly, Midge hasn’t felt this way in a long time. Being with him makes her so happy.

She hums in her throat and opens her thighs just a little bit more. This is very public, but they’re at the top right now, where nobody else can see or hear them. “I suppose you can keep looking until the ride starts again.”

Midge feeds him another piece of cotton candy. “I love the sound of your voice,” she says. “At the art jam, when I was watching you practice with the band, it felt like you were singing right to me.”

Probably because the only other person in the room was Perdita, but. Details.

Jaskier smirks when she opens her thighs, already guessing the answer before she speaks.

"So either your ride or the machine rides?" he teases. His hand sneaks between her thighs and start caressing her mound over her panties, letting his middle finger add just enough pressure to tease her folds.

When Midge feeds him again, Jaskier opts for a double attack and goes full fellatio on her fingers, shivering when her manicured nails brush his tongue. He always loves how her nails feel in his skin, although now he wishes they weren't there so he could show off his lack of gag reflex.

He pulls away to answer Midge's comment, which has him grinning from ear to ear. Compliments for his voice are always welcome, but they mean more when they come from her.

"Part of my performance includes looking at each member of the audience in the eye and make them feel like the song is for them," he explains while his hand continues to caress her intimately. "So it was the perfect cover-up - I could share all the words of love I wanted with you and pretend it was part of reharsal."

So no, she wasn't imagining things.

The sensation of his fingers against her folds, even through her panties, makes her take a sharp intake of breath. That, combined with the way that he’s sucking at her fingers, is turning her on significantly. If her panties aren’t already wet, it won’t be long until they are.

“I’m glad we finally admitted it to each other,” Midge says. “I was going crazy having to hide how I felt about you.”

That intake of breath is the sign he needs to let all his fingers press against the fabric of her panties and tease her clit. He's dying to hear the adorable noises he's missed so much.

"That's only fair," he jokes. "You've been driving me crazy since I met you. You don't want me to suffer alone, now do you?"

“How long have you been in love with me?” she asks. “When did you know?”

Midge moans softly at his touch. Even though they’re in a relatively private place, she doesn’t want to be too loud. Still, his touch feels so good after a week without it. Her hips rock gently against his hand.

Jaskier's breath stops for a second when Midge moans and her panties get wet. Fuck, always so eager for him. He missed this so much. It's so fucking hard not to drop to his knees and eat her out now.

"I can't tell for how long. It happened gradually," he explains as he moves her panties to the side and touches her directly. He licks his lips when his fingers get wet with her pleasure. "But I knew after I woke up from that damn potion and remembered what my fever told you."

She laughs breathlessly, even as he starts to stroke her wetness. “That was when I first started to fall for you,” she breathes, “after you trusted me with that, even if you blame it on the fever.”

Her eyes flutter closed as she enjoys his touch, her pleasure rising slowly. Suddenly, the ride starts moving again and Midge freezes. “Jaskier!”

"Ah, I should've known you want me for the family estate," he jokes, and quickly fixes it with a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you. You're a sweetheart."

The ride starts moving and Jaskier sighs very dramatically as he retrieves his hand.

"Spoilsport," he says before he licks his wet fingers to clean them.

“Just the title,” she jokes back. ~~or is she joking?~~ “Actually, you’ve made me a princess and that’s even better.”

Midge shifts her panties back into place. “Blame the ride operator. Take me to the apartment after we get off of here and then you can finger me to your heart’s content.”

"Yeah, I was thinking with my cock and didn't realize the consequences." A little sigh. "I call Ciri Princess."

Once Midge has fixed her underwear, Jaskier wraps his arms around her and devours her mouth in a hungry kiss. "I'll fuck you so hard that--"

Suddenly he tenses and his eyes widen. "Fuck. Did you take the potion?"

“Oh. Whoops. I guess calling me your viscountess would bring up too many bad memories?”

She had to ask, okay?

Midge blinks, her arms around him from the earlier embrace. “There are some vials at the apartment,” she replies. “How long does it take to be effective?”

He chuckles and thinks about it for a minute. "It wouldn't be a good nickname to keep," he decides. "But we could play around with it just a little if you wish. Is that what you want, Midge? For the viscount to fuck you?"

Ok, that deserves full laughter. "Of course there are. My lady is always so ready." He kisses the corner of her mouth. "Just a few moments, nothing our mouths can't take care of. Are your kids with Joel? Do I get you all night?"

Midge smiles, pleased that he’s open to the idea. Her heart starts to race in her chest. “Oh, yes, very much, my lord.” As far as she’s concerned, he can call himself the viscount if he damn well pleases.

“You get me all night,” she confirms, “though I’ll have to call my parents at some point so they don’t worry. Should I tell them what I’m doing and who I’m with?”

"Look at you, already so playful about it." He's amused, and that's great, it's what helps separating it from his childhood. "Should I make you a married Marchioness? Or the saucy maid that distracts me from my wife?"

He beams when he hears she's all his tonight. "Let's get food and drinks before going in, then. We shall celebrate." He shrugs at her question. "That is up to you and how much you want to share for now, especially on the phone or text. I won't resent you for waiting, but I will goat if you don't."

“If you don’t want me to be your viscountess, then I prefer the fantasy where I come to you because my husband can’t satisfy me,” She’d rather not make him the one cheating on his wife, even in their sexual fantasies.

The ride ends and the two of them alight from the gondola. “I’m not going to tell them what I’m doing, but I will tell them that I won’t be home until morning. If they push it, they might get more information than they bargained for.”

“I’m happy to celebrate with you,” Midge continues, giving him another kiss. “Are you going to tell Geralt that we’re back together?”

[ OOC: do you want to play out their dinner or skip to the sex? ]

Laughing pretty hard at that. "Does that even count as a fantasy?" He kisses her cheek, obviously teasing her. "I'd call it my favorite pastime."

She kisses him when they're out of the gondola, and fuck, it feels good to be able to do PDA without worrying too much. He chuckles at the idea of telling Geralt and drags Midge to a corner so he can get out his device without blocking anyone's way.

"I don't usually detail what I'm doing for the night, but..." He can make an exception for her.

Spending the night with my new girlfriend.

Idiots, both of you.

Jaskier snorts and shows Geralt's answer to Midge. "Always had such a way with words."

“You’re exceptionally good at it.”

Midge knows that her parents are going to think this relationship is based on nothing but sex. That’s what they will disapprove of. She hopes to be able to show them in time that Jaskier means much more to her than that.

She grins at Geralt’s response. “I take it that means he’s happy for us.”

"And annoyed. But he owes me after years of his own crap, so he can fuck off." It's affectionate, he promises.

The subway isn't too crowded, but Jaskier still keeps Midge close with an arm around her waist and jokes that it's to help her keep balance. Some elderly people don't approve of their PDA and that just makes it better for him.

"Soooo. We can get some takeout from a restaurant oooor we stop at the market for whatever we may find AND chocolate syrup." Wink~

“Something tells me that he and Yennefer’s relationship wasn’t so straightforward,” Midge says, continuing their conversation on the subway.

She’s very happy to cuddle with him. Other people can fuck off.

Midge snorts a laugh at his not so subtle suggestion. “Chocolate ice cream too?”

"They were fucking hell," Jaskier replies with genuine frustration.

Grinning, he nuzzles her hair, always glad and proud of making her laugh.

"Oh yes, that can be our dessert." He thinks about it for second. "How about we combine both? I'll grab wine and dessert-" He waggles his eyebrows. "-from the market. And you can choose your favorite dishes from one of those 'delis' so you can teach me a bit more." Still not interested in the beliefs themselves, but he can partake in the culture.

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oh I meant them getting food to the apartment, you'd prefer a restaurant?

nope that’s fine! They can have a proper date later

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