Fortunately, in New York, people see weird things every day and aren’t bothered. Midge grins at the people who wave back.
“The Queen seems alright,” Midge says. “She’s young. I also want to spend five minutes in her hat closet.”
The kiss is lovely and Midge tilts her head as it deepens, though they keep it brief so as not to get carried away. She snorts softly at his words. “He was nearly naked and soaking wet. It was hard not to look.” Jaskier seems quite casual about it and Midge hopes she can act the same way when he flirts with other women — or men. “I very much enjoyed looking at you too.”
“My hand is not bigger than yours,” Midge tells him. She places her hand flat on top of his.
He chuckles. "Your hats are very cute. I miss wearing a hat. The ones I've seen for men around here are so stiff and boring."
Getting to tease someone else for ogling at Geralt is still something a bit unbelievable. Back in his world, Geralt was feared, and young (and very horny) Jaskier was very frustrated at people for not seeing how attractive his best friend was.
"And yet you hosed him first. I know who your favorite is now." The comment about their hands makes him laugh. He squeezes her fingers and brings them to his mouth to kiss them. "It's an old one, I admit. But you could see it as metaphorically - your love is enough to make me feel enveloped by you regardlessss of our size difference."
“I dunno,” Midge replies, “a nice fedora might look good on you.” They don’t seem terribly boring to Midge, just common. Jaskier would look kind of ridiculous if he walked around in the feathered hat the bard in the painting was wearing.
“When else would I have gotten a chance to do that? I saw an opportunity and I took it.” Surely Jaskier can understand that. “You’re still my love, though. The man I want to envelop like a blanket.”
"Mmmh." He pretends to think very hard about it. "Then again, if I wear a hat, I'll miss you petting my hair." And he really likes that.
"Hosing Gealt? That's a once-a-week event at minimum." Another chuckle. Oh, he definitely understands, he's just being a little shit. "I know, dear, I know. Teasing you just happens to be lots of fun. You are my blanket. Or you should be, but you're ignoring my lap at the moment." Wink~
“True,” she concedes, “but I think you’ll still have plenty of time not wearing the hat where I can pet you.”
Midge smirks back at him. “In that case, let me know which day you usually do it so that I’ll know to conveniently come over.” Scooting over, she climbs into Jaskier’s lap. “There. Is that better?”
"You think? Maybe I should wear nothing but the hat." He's kidding. Maybe.
As soon as Midge gets comfortable on his lap, he wraps his arms around her and grins. "Much better." He kisses her softly before tilting his head at her, the spark in his eyes clearly saying he's still in the mood to tease her. "So you want to come over to hose him but then let my cock take care of your urges? I don't know, I feel like I'm being used here."
“Ohhh, there’s an idea…” Midge rests a hand on his chest.
She gasps at his accusation, even though she knows he’s teasing her. “I hosed you too, did I not? If I had kept going, I think I would have been the one taking care of you.”
Don’t think she didn’t notice that you were about 5 seconds away from a boner, Jaskier.
"You liked that?" Jaskier's eyebrows raise in surprise, but he's definitely not complaining. "I'll start searching for a hat, then." Another excuse to go shopping, yay.
Now it's Jaskier's turn to gasp dramatically. "Me?! Thinking of fucking you right there in the garden if my family hadn't been around? Of hosing you back to see your nipples peeking through your dress?" He shakes his head. "Never!"
“Hat only sex?” Midge shrugs. “Why not? I’m sure you’ve done stranger things.” And if it gets him to wear a hat, all the better.
“Of course not!” She replies. “You would never dream of getting me soaking wet and then stripping off my dress and bending me over some lawn furniture. Such a dirty thought would never cross your mind.”
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“The Queen seems alright,” Midge says. “She’s young. I also want to spend five minutes in her hat closet.”
The kiss is lovely and Midge tilts her head as it deepens, though they keep it brief so as not to get carried away. She snorts softly at his words. “He was nearly naked and soaking wet. It was hard not to look.” Jaskier seems quite casual about it and Midge hopes she can act the same way when he flirts with other women — or men. “I very much enjoyed looking at you too.”
“My hand is not bigger than yours,” Midge tells him. She places her hand flat on top of his.
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Getting to tease someone else for ogling at Geralt is still something a bit unbelievable. Back in his world, Geralt was feared, and young (and very horny) Jaskier was very frustrated at people for not seeing how attractive his best friend was.
"And yet you hosed him first. I know who your favorite is now." The comment about their hands makes him laugh. He squeezes her fingers and brings them to his mouth to kiss them. "It's an old one, I admit. But you could see it as metaphorically - your love is enough to make me feel enveloped by you regardlessss of our size difference."
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“When else would I have gotten a chance to do that? I saw an opportunity and I took it.” Surely Jaskier can understand that. “You’re still my love, though. The man I want to envelop like a blanket.”
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"Hosing Gealt? That's a once-a-week event at minimum." Another chuckle. Oh, he definitely understands, he's just being a little shit. "I know, dear, I know. Teasing you just happens to be lots of fun. You are my blanket. Or you should be, but you're ignoring my lap at the moment." Wink~
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Midge smirks back at him. “In that case, let me know which day you usually do it so that I’ll know to conveniently come over.” Scooting over, she climbs into Jaskier’s lap. “There. Is that better?”
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Maybe.As soon as Midge gets comfortable on his lap, he wraps his arms around her and grins. "Much better." He kisses her softly before tilting his head at her, the spark in his eyes clearly saying he's still in the mood to tease her. "So you want to come over to hose him but then let my cock take care of your urges? I don't know, I feel like I'm being used here."
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She gasps at his accusation, even though she knows he’s teasing her. “I hosed you too, did I not? If I had kept going, I think I would have been the one taking care of you.”
Don’t think she didn’t notice that you were about 5 seconds away from a boner, Jaskier.
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Now it's Jaskier's turn to gasp dramatically. "Me?! Thinking of fucking you right there in the garden if my family hadn't been around? Of hosing you back to see your nipples peeking through your dress?" He shakes his head. "Never!"
Whatever you say, Jaskier.
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“Of course not!” She replies. “You would never dream of getting me soaking wet and then stripping off my dress and bending me over some lawn furniture. Such a dirty thought would never cross your mind.”