"Of course," he responds as he kisses her stomach. "I don't think I'll ever say no to that question." He doesn't know what will happen to their relationship, but he's pretty damn sure that their sex will always be great.
A dramatic gasp. "You want me to work after an orgasm? What an evil lady you are." But ok, he should probably do something about his cum stains. Time to turn on the lights. "Do I get to bring the ice cream to bed, too?"
Their sex is really, really good, but Midge knows there’s something more than that between them. He wouldn’t be here if it was just sex. What they have isn’t easily replaced.
It’s different than every relationship she’s had in the past, and she can’t wait to experience everything with him.
Midge squints against the brightness when Jaskier turns the lights on. She takes the remnants of their dinner and puts it in the trash before taking the silverware and cups to the sink to wash.
“Horribly cruel, I know,” she says, “making you clean up your own cum. I think we’ve more than broken the kitchen in.” They had sex in here three times tonight. “More dessert for you?” she teases.
"Ironically, we didn't break anything literally, and that's the real miracle," he answers while cleaning his cum with a wet towel. He then moves to the sink to rinse it, but when he's about to answer the dessert question, he pauses and frowns.
"Why did you throw the rest of the food away?" Sorry, you don't spend twenty years on the road with Geralt and without coin by wasting food.
It’s the difference between experiencing life that way and growing up not wanting for anything.
“Oh,” Midge replies, “I didn’t know you wanted to keep it. There wasn’t that much left…”
She goes to the trash and pulls out the trays, which are still mostly intact. “I know it’s gross to pull things out of the trash, but it was in there for less than 30 seconds and the bag was empty.” That makes it fine in her book.
He can't help but laugh at her description while searching for some tupperware in the cupboards.
"Trust me, dear, I have eaten worse. That?" He points at the trays with a nod. "It's fucking spotless." The leftovers are moved to a single plastic container. "One time, Geralt's hair dripped some drowner blood into my ale. I spat it all over the tavern floor."
“I don’t know what that is, but I wouldn’t want any type of blood in my drink.” After finishing washing the silverware and cups, Midge sets them on a towel to dry.
“I guess you really liked it,” Midge says. “Is that why you wanted to keep it?”
"Aquatic monsters. We've found them here, too; they've been living in the sewers. Which I guess fits, considering how disgusting they are." To be fair, most (if not all) monsters are fucking disgusting.
Jaskier puts the container in the fridge and brings out the stuff to make a sundae. He answers her comment while peeling some fruit.
"It was good, sure, but it's more about not wasting food. If it's not rotten, why throw it away?"
Midge makes a face. “Thankfully the sewers aren’t a place that I frequent.” Those spiders that he and Geralt fought were completely disgusting.
His explanation makes sense. Her parents used to harp on her for wasting food despite having plenty of it in the kitchen. “Is there enough to make another meal out of it?”
"What, not planning to put up a show for the leeches?" Just a dumb joke.
He nods at her question while handing her a kiwi. Get peeling too, Midge. "For just one person? As long as they don't have a witcher's appetite, sure. It saves you in a pinch. Great breakfast, too, if you wake up with a hangover and no energy to cook."
“Nah. They tend to suck the life out of the room.” Bah dum bum tiss.
Putting her to work? So rude. Midge gets a knife and starts chopping. “How would you know about that?” she teases. “Well, feel free to take it with you. I guess when I cook for your family I need to plan for the fact that Geralt eats enough for what? Two people? Three people?”
That makes him laugh. Perhaps Midge will end up adding monsters to her act soon.
Midge's question is a good one, thank goodness she thought of it. Jaskier isn't used to having people worrying about Geralt's eating habits. "We'll have a nice, quiet day at home, so... Two people, yeah. Mayhaps a person and a half. He eats more when he's recovering or training. Witchering takes a lot out of him."
He finishes peeling a banana, but he doesn't chop it yet - looking at its shape, he gets an idea. There's something he likes to show off and hasn't been able to do with Midge for obvious reasons.
"Want to see something neat?"
Jaskier puts the banana in his mouth, but he doesn't bite it - in fact, it keeps going further back. It turns out Jaskier doesn't have a gag reflex, so he can deep throat (and nobody is surprised). He only leaves there for two seconds before taking it out, and he rubs his throat. "Fuck, hadn't done that in a while."
She nods. It’s not hard to plan for an extra serving. Midge would have made enough to feed everyone with extra left over anyway.
Her eyes grow wide as she watches Jaskier put the banana in his mouth. She immediately puts two and two together and hopes that he won’t mind this joke.
“No wonder the men liked you.”
Midge can’t really do that. She hopes he doesn’t mind.
Jaskier doesn't mind the joke at all - in fact, he laughs pretty hard. He's glad to see her comfortable with the subject. Still, he's a dramatic bitch, so he puts a hand on his chest and lets out a very fake gasp.
"What about my charm and wit?!" He starts chopping the banana while still chuckling. "I didn't do it often; it's hard on my throat and I always protect my throat." Needing it to perform and all. "So it wasn't a selling point. Their faces were always worth it, though. Apparently it truly feels great." He doesn't know, it was never done to him. And he doesn't expect it from anyone. He smirks at Midge's expression. "Your face is worth it too." Wink~
“That’s right, my darling bard,” she says before wrapping her arms around him. “We need to protect that precious voice.” Midge gives him a light kiss.
She rolls her eyes, then starts to cut up some strawberries. “I don’t know if I can do it,” she continues. “I’ve tried to get close, but it feels like I’m choking.”
"Aren't you sweet," he says with a soft smile as he returns the kiss. "My precious voice feels very safe with you."
While she finishes the last of the fruit, Jaskier searches for a bowl and starts filling it with ice cream. "You don't have to, so please don't think about it too hard. I just wanted to show off since I can't do it for you." He winks. "Choking is the natural response; that's your body working as it should. It took me lots of practice, and remember that my throat is trained." So if it was hard for him, he can't imagine how hard it'd be for others. "Besides, it's not the most pleasant sensation, I must admit. When I use my mouth normally, I enjoy myself too. But going so deep? It's definitely just for your lover's benefit."
Jaskier grins when she admits she likes sucking him off. He just loves hearing her share her sexual preferences.
"I don't want you to choke either. I'll never force you to do anything, that much I can promise." He kisses the top of her head. "I will say, however: it's quite hard not to fuck your lovely mouth." He makes sure to keep his tone light, teasing. He doesn't want her to think he's complaining.
The mention of chocolate tits makes him chuckle. He brings out three syrup bottles he got: chocolate, caramel, and strawberry. He lets her have the chocolate one. "There's still some left. Mayhaps I should assemble the dessert on your tits too." Just kidding. No, really.
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A dramatic gasp. "You want me to work after an orgasm? What an evil lady you are." But ok, he should probably do something about his cum stains. Time to turn on the lights. "Do I get to bring the ice cream to bed, too?"
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It’s different than every relationship she’s had in the past, and she can’t wait to experience everything with him.
Midge squints against the brightness when Jaskier turns the lights on. She takes the remnants of their dinner and puts it in the trash before taking the silverware and cups to the sink to wash.
“Horribly cruel, I know,” she says, “making you clean up your own cum. I think we’ve more than broken the kitchen in.” They had sex in here three times tonight. “More dessert for you?” she teases.
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"Why did you throw the rest of the food away?" Sorry, you don't spend twenty years on the road with Geralt and without coin by wasting food.
I didn’t realize there was anything left lol
“Oh,” Midge replies, “I didn’t know you wanted to keep it. There wasn’t that much left…”
She goes to the trash and pulls out the trays, which are still mostly intact. “I know it’s gross to pull things out of the trash, but it was in there for less than 30 seconds and the bag was empty.” That makes it fine in her book.
their mouths were too busy to finish it lol
"Trust me, dear, I have eaten worse. That?" He points at the trays with a nod. "It's fucking spotless." The leftovers are moved to a single plastic container. "One time, Geralt's hair dripped some drowner blood into my ale. I spat it all over the tavern floor."
it’s true
“I guess you really liked it,” Midge says. “Is that why you wanted to keep it?”
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Jaskier puts the container in the fridge and brings out the stuff to make a sundae. He answers her comment while peeling some fruit.
"It was good, sure, but it's more about not wasting food. If it's not rotten, why throw it away?"
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His explanation makes sense. Her parents used to harp on her for wasting food despite having plenty of it in the kitchen. “Is there enough to make another meal out of it?”
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He nods at her question while handing her a kiwi. Get peeling too, Midge. "For just one person? As long as they don't have a witcher's appetite, sure. It saves you in a pinch. Great breakfast, too, if you wake up with a hangover and no energy to cook."
Talking from experience? Maybe.
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Putting her to work? So rude. Midge gets a knife and starts chopping. “How would you know about that?” she teases. “Well, feel free to take it with you. I guess when I cook for your family I need to plan for the fact that Geralt eats enough for what? Two people? Three people?”
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Midge's question is a good one, thank goodness she thought of it. Jaskier isn't used to having people worrying about Geralt's eating habits. "We'll have a nice, quiet day at home, so... Two people, yeah. Mayhaps a person and a half. He eats more when he's recovering or training. Witchering takes a lot out of him."
He finishes peeling a banana, but he doesn't chop it yet - looking at its shape, he gets an idea. There's something he likes to show off and hasn't been able to do with Midge for obvious reasons.
"Want to see something neat?"
Jaskier puts the banana in his mouth, but he doesn't bite it - in fact, it keeps going further back. It turns out Jaskier doesn't have a gag reflex, so he can deep throat (and nobody is surprised). He only leaves there for two seconds before taking it out, and he rubs his throat. "Fuck, hadn't done that in a while."
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Her eyes grow wide as she watches Jaskier put the banana in his mouth. She immediately puts two and two together and hopes that he won’t mind this joke.
“No wonder the men liked you.”
Midge can’t really do that. She hopes he doesn’t mind.
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"What about my charm and wit?!" He starts chopping the banana while still chuckling. "I didn't do it often; it's hard on my throat and I always protect my throat." Needing it to perform and all. "So it wasn't a selling point. Their faces were always worth it, though. Apparently it truly feels great." He doesn't know, it was never done to him. And he doesn't expect it from anyone. He smirks at Midge's expression. "Your face is worth it too." Wink~
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She rolls her eyes, then starts to cut up some strawberries. “I don’t know if I can do it,” she continues. “I’ve tried to get close, but it feels like I’m choking.”
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While she finishes the last of the fruit, Jaskier searches for a bowl and starts filling it with ice cream. "You don't have to, so please don't think about it too hard. I just wanted to show off since I can't do it for you." He winks. "Choking is the natural response; that's your body working as it should. It took me lots of practice, and remember that my throat is trained." So if it was hard for him, he can't imagine how hard it'd be for others. "Besides, it's not the most pleasant sensation, I must admit. When I use my mouth normally, I enjoy myself too. But going so deep? It's definitely just for your lover's benefit."
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She puts a slice of the banana and some strawberries in her bowl before scooping the ice cream on top.
“I enjoy sucking your cock,” Midge says, “but I wouldn’t want to choke. You’re always gentle when I do it, never forcing me.”
Jaskier never forces her into anything, and she appreciates that. He pushes her to try new things, but always in a supportive way.
“Do we have any chocolate syrup left or did you drizzle it all on my tits earlier?”
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"I don't want you to choke either. I'll never force you to do anything, that much I can promise." He kisses the top of her head. "I will say, however: it's quite hard not to fuck your lovely mouth." He makes sure to keep his tone light, teasing. He doesn't want her to think he's complaining.
The mention of chocolate tits makes him chuckle. He brings out three syrup bottles he got: chocolate, caramel, and strawberry. He lets her have the chocolate one. "There's still some left. Mayhaps I should assemble the dessert on your tits too." Just kidding. No, really.