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Jaskier lowers the radio volume and sits down on the reading chair to enjoy the show. He grins at her confession.

"Is she having a heart attack?" he whispers.

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Midge rolls her eyes at Jaskier.

Her mother’s reaction isn’t hysterical, but she sounds disappointed. It’s not like it was when Midge told her she was dating Benjamin.

“I know… we can talk when I get home.” There’s a pause. “Mama, I’m 27 and divorced. I don’t need anyone’s permission to spend the night with a man. Like I said, we’ll talk tomorrow. I love you. Goodnight.”

Midge groans and rests her head on the back of the couch after she hangs up.

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And nobody was surprised.

Jaskier huffs and resists the urge to take the phone from her to tell Rose where she can shove it. He promised he wouldn't argue with her parents unless they started - well, technically they did this time. He can only imagine what they'll tell her when she gets home.

With a sigh, he moves to sit next to Midge and holds her hand. "So this went exactly as I expected, huh." Jaskier, for fuck's sake.

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Midge sighs again. “She’ll need time to accept it. Actually, you should probably tell her that you don’t want to marry me. I’m not sure if that would make it better or worse.”

She looks up at him. “What they think doesn’t matter to me. You make me the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”

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It occurs to Jaskier that Midge still doesn't understand exactly what his problem with marriage is, but this is not the time to discuss it. He doubts they'll get there anyway.

"She'll think you're wasting your time with a man with no future who is keeping you away from 'better' suitors."

Jaskier takes her hand to his mouth to kiss it, and rubs it affectionately with his thumb. She always says that her parents' opinion doesn't matter, and her doing stand-up does prove that, but she also keeps them so close and loves them so much. He can't help but wonder if this will implode sooner or later.

"I love you," he says as he leans over to kiss her forehead. "You have me for as long as you want me."

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Midge brushes her thumb against his cheek when he lifts her hand to his mouth. “No time spent with you is wasted.”

She sighs, leaning against him. “I’ve already been married and given my parents the grandchildren they wanted. I don’t need an appropriate husband anymore. Or any husband! I should be able to be with who I love.”

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"How poetic of you," he replies with a soft smile. "Thank you."

As soon as she leans in, he wraps his arm around her. "Calling me inappropriate, are you?" Just a little tease, since he wants to help the mood. Jaskier loves being inappropriate. "You are, darling. Fuck their opinions. You can do whatever the hell you want with your life - it's yours. Yours and only yours."

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That makes her smile. “I think you know that you’re very inappropriate,” Midge responds. “I meant what they would deem to be appropriate for me. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve fulfilled my obligations as a good Jewish daughter. Anyone else that I choose to be with doesn’t need to fit such strict requirements.”

She crawls into his arms, tucking her head under his chin. “I love you, my handsome bard. You’re perfect for me.”

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"I'm proudly inappropriate. And I know what you meant; I had to tease. I hate seeing you like this."

Jaskier thinks nobody should've ever fit such strict requirements in the first place, not even Joel, but let's not go down that road.

As soon as she crawls, Jaskier makes sure to fully sit her on his lap and hug her tightly, dropping another kiss on top of her head. "I love you too, dear. You brighten my days."

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“Mine too. My parents will see that. They want me to be happy.”

Midge idly strokes his chest hair. “Sorry to bring the mood of the evening down, but at least the call is over. Will you sing to me?”

His voice is so soothing to her.

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"Never apologize for fighting for what you believe in." After another kiss on her head, he starts stroking her back while singing. After a pause to consider his options, he finally sings a little something:

"♫ I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love ♫"

Jaskier could crush the original too lbr

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She smiles as she loses herself in the sound of his voice, singing just for her. The words are sweet and she closes her eyes with her head on his chest.

At some point, she drifts off to sleep, then jolts awake when she realizes that he isn’t singing anymore. “Oh! Sorry…” Midge yawns. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”

his ego thinks he can crush anything tbf

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Jaskier could tease her about insulting his performance, but honestly, he doesn't blame her. It's been a day, indeed. He kisses the top of her head once again when he finishes the song, and that seems to wake her up. Oops.

"A long, emotional day. Definitely enough to exhaust anyone." Yet another kiss for her cheek. "Go to bed, dear. I'll join you in a second."

He closes all the blinds and turns off the lights plus the radio before getting in bed with Midge, chuckling when he sees that she's still wearing his shirt.

"You know I'll need that tomorrow, right?" he teases as he brings her closer for cuddling.

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There’s something very domestic about getting ready for bed while Jaskier shuts the blinds and the radio. She knows that domestic things aren’t for him, but he’s good at them. Maybe he doesn’t realize. Aside from his wanderlust, Midge thinks he could be a good husband.

She pouts when he mentions giving the shirt back. “I guess, if I have to,” she replies as she lays her head on his chest. “Goodnight, Jaskier.”

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Jaskier is the first one to wake up, as usual, and for a while he just stays there, humming while drawing random shapes on her back. This is truly happening, huh? It's new, and exciting, and also a little terrifying. Only time will tell what happens, but he plans to enjoy it for as long as possible.

He remembers some of the teasing they've done about waking up sex and decides it's time to test it. Slowly and carefully, his hand brushes her arse and reaches between her thighs to lightly tease her folds.

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Midge always sleeps well when she’s in his arms. Her body is tangled with his from her movements during the night. She stirs when his hand moves between her legs, mumbling slightly. She isn’t fully awake yet, but she can tell that something feels good and she wants more of it.

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Oh, that mumbling is adorable. Jaskier lets his hand explore more, rubbing her folds and her entrance properly this time. His eyes stay on her face, wanting to see the difference in her pleasure if she's asleep but also wanting to be ready in case she wakes up. When he sees that she doesn't wake up, he starts rubbing her clit.

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She hums in pleasure, pushing her hips towards his hand. When she feels his thumb brush over her clit, she wakes with a soft gasp.

“Mmm, good morning,” Midge purrs sleepily. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?”

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It's amazing how her body seeks his hand even in her sleep - Jaskier could get drunk in this feeling for hours. Sadly, he pushes too far too soon and Midge wakes up. Dammit, he'd wanted at least a sleepy moan.

"Good morning," he replies with his best innocent face. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just enjoying the morning cuddles." His thumb presses her clit as a finger teases her entrance.

Hey hope you’re feeling better!

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“Right,” she says, “just innocent touches.”

Midge moves into a slightly better position for his hand to touch her more fully. Her head rests on his chest. Meanwhile, her own hand starts to creep down his stomach.

“Should I return the favor? Maybe I’ll ride on top of you instead.”

ty! ♥ the fever is gone so I can now tag from bed hehehe

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"Platonic, really."

Jaskier takes a deep breath when her hand joins the fun, his body shivering. His cock has just started to wake up, and Midge already getting playful will definitely speed up the process. He buries his nose in her hair, grinning ear to ear.

"Are you in the mood for that?" he genuinely asks as the tip of his finger gently penetrates her. "Or would you rather have a lazy morning orgasm?"

yes good

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She hums in her throat as he teases her. “Honestly… I think I would rather be lazy. I can give you a hand job, or we can make love on our sides…”

Being lazy when she’s only half awake sounds like a wonderful idea. There’s something erotic about taking their time and building up their pleasure slowly.

“Up to you, love.”

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"I think a lazy morning is in order, dear. Start with your hand for now?"

He captures her mouth in a soft, slow, lazy kiss as the tip of her finger gathers her fluids to get all fingers wet. Now he can keep rubbing her folds with much more ease, letting them glide in a calm tempo as he sings.

"♫ Early morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in ♫"

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“Mmm…”

Midge hums against his mouth as they kiss. Her fingers wrap around Jaskier’s cock and start to slowly, lazily, stroke it up and down. The way that he’s touching her, even though it’s gentle and slow, is making her more and more aroused. Midge rocks her hips in time with his hand.

“I love when you sing to me,” she sighs.

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Jaskier groans against her mouth, his hips instantly reacting as they buck to seek more of her touch. He can feel their bodies warming up already, and he always smiles at the way they perfectly fit against each other.

"Good, because I love singing for you." His hand never stops moving, but now he makes sure to tease her clit before it moves down. "And I love the way you sing for me, too."