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."
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."
"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."
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“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.”
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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.
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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.
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(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."
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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.”
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"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."
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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.”
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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."