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A few more thrusts and she’s gone, crashing over the edge with a wailing moan that echoes off the unpadded surfaces of the kitchen. The orgasm hits her hard and her body stiffens as she rides it out. The pleasure bursts inside of her, flooding all of her senses, until at last it subsides.

Midge falls forward against Jaskier’s chest, though keeps moving as much as she can so that he can finish.

“Come inside me, my sweet bard. Fill me up.”

Jaskier looks up when she comes so he can admire her orgasmic face - she's always a beautiful woman, but seeing her at her peak is something else. The hand on her clit never stops, guiding her through her little death until the very end.

He doesn't need her words, as soon as she falls forward, he lets go, too - but it's still damn good to hear how she wants to be filled up. Mumbling her name over and over, Jaskier wraps his arms around her and keeps her down as he comes inside her, calloused fingers clinging to his own shirt. He lets her be his anchor as waves of pleasure make his insides turn and his mind floats on cloud nine, this time letting ecstasy mix with love.

It takes him a few seconds to come back to reality. His arms and legs are still trembling as he drags his butt a little on the floor so he can rest his back against the cabinets. As he tries to catch his breath, he nuzzles the top of her head.

"Kudos to the cook. Outstanding diner. I shall eat here again," he jokes.

She grins. “You have excellent taste,” Midge tells him, giving him a languid kiss. Her fingers brush through his hair.

“When you can move again, let’s go to the bed to cuddle.” It will be more comfortable than the floor, which is starting to hurt her knees. “You should have seen your face when I put your shirt on.”

He happily returns the kiss, humming in delight when she brushes his hair. One day, he wants to fall asleep with her petting him like that.

The comment about his shirt makes him laugh. "What can I say? You look spectacular. And now you smell of my perfume, too. I dare you to go home smelling like that." It's just a tease. Maybe.

“Thank you,” she replies. “I have no problem going home smelling like you. You’re my boyfriend, after all.”

Midge gazes into Jaskier’s bright blue eyes, her fingers still stroking his hair. “You mean so much to me. I never expected that being with another artist would make a difference in my relationship.”

The two of them really understand each other, and having that type of connection has been wonderful.

Laughing in delight. "Please let me know what faces they make."

(Jaskier knows she should call them, but honestly, he doesn't care. Since the kids are with Joel, he thinks Midge owes them no explanation.)

"Aren't you sweet," he says before kissing her softly. It's amazing how, at this age, he can still feel butterflies in his stomach just from hearing her say those things. He rubs her back under the shirt, gazing back at her with adoration in his eyes and a wide smile. "I'm honored to bring that spark into your life - seeing you work to shine makes me want to shine brighter. Also, I'm proud of you for finally calling yourself an artist." He pecks her nose. "Now we just need to fuck in a dressing room to close this art deal."

She snorts. “Sure.” Midge is entering her not giving a fuck era. She’ll call them a little later in the evening.

That look on Jaskier’s face simply melts her. She knew he was in love with her before he even admitted it.

“Oh is that what will seal it?” she asks. “Well, I’m ready and willing.”

Jaskier is very proud of her for embracing that era and if someone gets angry at him for influencing her like that, he'll see it as a compliment.

"Oh yes, that will do it. Either that or on the stage."

Slowly recovering the use of his legs, he wraps Midge's limbs around his body before standing up to take her to the bedroom, dodging all the stuff he's dropped on the floor on his way out. He stops at the door and smirks at Midge, tilting his head to point at the mess. "Our sex did that."

“Preferably without an audience.”

Midge holds on to him tightly as he stands up with her in his arms. She looks down at the mess, glad that she doesn’t have to clean it up right now.

“Our sex is messy,” she says, giving him a kiss, “but also really fucking good.”

"The mess makes it better," he says as he returns the kiss.

He keeps dropping pecks all over her face as he makes his way to the bedroom, where he faces away from the bed and lets his body fall back on the mattress with a oof.

"I love the way your cute body fits perfectly against mine. It's funny how it makes me feel like a big, strong man."

As always, Midge starts to giggle when he kisses all over her face. She lets out a little cry when they fall onto the bed.

“You seem pretty strong,” Midge says, “or at least you’ve certainly got some nice muscles.” Reaching down, Midge traces her fingers over his ab muscles.

"All the running and walking through the years have done me some good - and given me a perky arse." He's quite proud of that one. He hums to show he likes the way she lightly touches him - he's just a sucker for all kinds of affection. In return, he rubs her back under the shirt.

"Geralt has been teasing me about becoming sedentary in this world, but I'd say all the fucking has kept me in shape. You're the only one at the end of my libido now, are you ready for all that exercise?" It's a tease.

“You do have a nice ass,” she agrees.

Midge smiles wryly at the idea of being the sole recipient of all of his sexual attention. “How much more sex were you having other than with me?” she asks.

She doesn’t want to know details, but a ballpark estimate would be good. The two of them were together pretty often.

"Thank you." He pinches her arse. "So do you."

He watches her face carefully - the smile tells him the question is coming from a good place. Now that they're exclusive, maybe Midge won't mind to learn about his sexual history so much. "Almost every day, although it was only one or two orgasms per night most of the time, not the marathons I run with you. Sometimes I chose to stay home and sleep if I was too tired after a hunt, but that didn't happen often, especially if I was away for too many days without an orgasm. No need for too much energy for a quick handjob in a bathroom stall."

A pause as he wonders if saying more. Oh, to hell with it. They're supposed to be communicating and all now. "After our fight, I stuck with men. I knew I wouldn't be able to look at a woman without thinking of you for a while."

“Wow, really?”

Midge is a bit surprised to learn that he was with someone almost every day. She hopes that she can keep him satisfied.

She nods when he says that he stuck to men after their fight. It makes sense.

“What are you going to tell your other regulars?”

A shrug. "That I'm not available anymore. It's not a big deal, it often happens with arrangements like this. It's the first time that I'm the one breaking it up, though. It's kinda funny."

There's an awkward pause while his hand continues to draw random shapes on her back. Well, she's been taking this chat well so far, so...

"You were married. You had your lover by your side every day. You didn't do it every day?"

He wouldn't be surprised, that's what always happens with marriages and how couples grow bitter. But gotta check out of curiosity.

Just like that, huh? Midge guesses that’s how she should have known that she had feelings for Jaskier. She would have felt bereft if their arrangement ended.

“Not every day,” she replies. “Some days either he or I was tired, especially when the kids were babies. Women can’t have sex for several weeks after they give birth anyway. Are you hoping for every day?”

Right, the kids. Almost forgot about that - they really shake your life up. Every time he hears something about kids, he doubles down on not wanting them.

"I know I cannot ask that of you," he quickly clarifies. "But I hope you don't mind if I drop by The Wolford sometimes to pick you up for dinner and a quickie."

“Not at all,” Midge replies with a sly smile. “It would be hard for us to have sex every day since we aren’t living together. This apartment is the only place we can have sex unless my parents and kids are out of the apartment, or your family decides to allow you to have sex in the house. Do you think they might, now that we’re exclusive?”

Jaskier hadn't realized he got a bit tense when making his request, and now that she sounds happy to agree, he instantly relaxes. Thank goodness this relationship isn't about to go to hell on the day that started.

"You're fantastic." He thanks her with a kiss. "That's actually a very good point - sex itself isn't a problem, Geralt and Yennefer often have it. It was about the strangers in the house. Now that we're together, I may have a new talk about the rules. I'll let you know." He pecks her nose and waggles his eyebrows. "It's not the only place - which reminds me, we got distracted and I didn't get an answer or my question. What is the weirdest place you fucked on?"

“I hope they don’t consider me a stranger, though I haven’t met Ciri yet.” Midge hopes that’s coming soon.

She laughs a little, then thinks about the answer to that question. “In a car and in a public bathroom are probably too mainstream…”

"You're definitely not, I can assure you that much already. Even if we don't end up fucking, you're still welcome as a regular visitor." A kiss for her cheek. "Ciri needs more women to look up to, so I can't wait for you to meet her."

He also hopes that Midge's colorful ways will be an inspiration. He doesn't want Ciri to end up all in black like her parents.

"I tried the car fuck once, shortly after I arrived, it was uncomfortable as hell," he says as he wrinkles his nose. "But I can't deny how practical it is when you have nowhere to go and no coin for a hotel. Still better than the smell from stables."

“I can’t wait to meet her either.” Teenagers can be finicky about who they like, so as excited as Midge is, she’s also a bit nervous.

Midge puts up a finger. “I’ve never fucked in a stable… empty classroom at college? I know you’ve done that.”

"Stables in my world are like cars here. We went there because there were no better choices. I don't recommend it. Hay gets everywhere."

He laughs pretty hard at that and kisses her finger. "Oh yes, I've been all over Oxenfurt. Picturing you sitting with no panties on a classroom desk is a delightful mental picture that my academic heart is now craving. How dare you taunt me like this!" He's teasing, not really mad. "Mayhaps you should pick me up after typing classes."

She laughs at his faux outrage. “I’ll bet we could sneak into an empty classroom at Columbia. I know the math building pretty well.” Abe worked there for as long as she can remember.

“You want me to be your precocious student, huh?” Midge asks breathily. “One who wants to learn allll about poetry from her hot professor, but also heard that he’s written some very naughty verses?”

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Don’t blame you, Jaskier.

he says what we're all thinking! lol

we love him for that

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