"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.”
"Oh, I've definitely done way weirder," he replies with obvious amusement. "Does 'hat sex' mean you'll keep your hat on, too?"
Part of him wonders if the driver can hear anything they're saying. Jaskier doesn't mind, he's just curious. He wishes he could see the guy's face.
"Of course not!" He copies her answer on purpose before burying his nose in her ear. "I would fuck you with the wet dress on just to make you shiver more."
"We have a deal, then." He's never had hat sex, gotta add it to the list of experiences.
"Mayhaps," he says with a grin. That means he indeed does enjoy making her shiver. "I love getting reactions out of you. They make you so pretty. And-- liberating, too? You tell me."
“Nobody has ever made me feel the way that you do in bed,” Midge confirms. She had some good sex with Joel, but it wasn’t like how it is with Jaskier. The two of them are so intense. It’s like fire and gasoline when they’re together. “You’ve shown me things that I never knew before.”
His smile widens and his eyes spark with excitement, a mix of his ego getting stroked and genuinely being happy for her.
"Good. Because that's what you deserve." He kisses her softly. "I want you to explore everything. I want you to embrace your desires. I want you to be happy. I want you to let go of society's shackles. I want you to be yourself."
He’s truly her most exciting lover, that’s for sure. Not that that should really come as a surprise. Jaskier is extremely open when it comes to sex. Far more open than most people that she’s met. Many people would think he’s a degenerate. Midge doesn’t see it that way.
“Are you sure it’s not because it makes you horny to corrupt me?” She teases.
"Both things can be true," he replies after laughing. He then kisses her again, letting it linger for a few seconds. "To be fair, I wish everyone had this, even if I'm not there to do the corrupting. It's how the world should be."
He looks at the lake and smiles at Ciri rowing for her new friend, showing off that training of hers. "I hope she grows up without shame for who she is."
“A lot of people would disagree with you,” Midge says. “Fortunately, you live in a place where people mostly leave other people alone.” It’s not a utopia, but most typical New Yorkers don’t care about a woman cursing on stage or a man fucking another man. They’ve got other problems to worry about.
Her gaze turns to Ciri out on the lake. “I hope so too. There’s too much hate in this world.”
"You should remind the cops of that," he teases. Jaskier can't help but wonder if he would've ever met Midge without going to jail. It's not a very nice thought; he doesn't want to be grateful to the police for anything.
"Luckily, there's lots of love to share, too." He kisses Midge's cheek as if making a point. "She just needs to learn that teasing her is also loving her." He's only half joking.
Midge hums in her throat. “Hopefully it’ll be a while until I see them again.” She looks at him. “Unless you want to reminisce about where we first met.” Hopefully not.
“Teasing is loving!” She agrees. “Playful teasing is fun. I love teasing you.”
"Obviously we need to fuck in the bushes and see if they'll arrest us," he says with a grin. It's hard to tell if he's being serious or not.
"Ah, yes, my goddess does love driving me crazy. I'm nothing but a jester!" He puts a hand on his chest, clearly exaggerating to tease her back. "An orgasm machine that may inspire cock bits for the stage!"
Oh, he’d probably do it if she agreed. Midge isn’t quite that bold, especially not with Ciri with them. Geralt and Yennefer would probably be pissed.
“It’s true. An amusing jester who provides me with orgasms.” She plays with the buttons on his waistcoat. “I remember when we met and I first saw Geralt and you were so quick to tell me that he had a wife because you wanted me for yourself.”
"Oi! I was protecting you!" He wasn't, Midge nailed it. But he has to keep the game up. He likes it when they tease each other like this. "Should I have let Geralt keep sniffing how horny you were?"
She sniffs. “Not at all, bard. You wanted to put your hands all over me from the moment you saw me. You didn’t want me getting distracted by anyone else. Geralt could have kept smelling my horniness if he was going to actually do anything about it.”
Midge puts her lips to Jaskier’s ear. “You were already thinking about all the things you wanted to do to me, weren’t you? Imagining me on top of you, or beneath you…”
Funny how people always want him to behave, but now he's the one being taunted. Jaskier will take no responsibility for the way his hand sneaks under Midge's skirt to caress her thigh - she started it.
"Or with your breasts against the bars as I took you from behind, your moans echoing for the other prisoners to hear," he whispers back. "That's what you want, isn't it? To let the dancers know that you have me now."
She gasps softly at his hand and his words. “Especially if it makes them jealous.”
Reaching down, she puts her hand over his above her skirt. “We can’t,” she murmurs. “It’s too public here.”
It’s hard to sneak off somewhere with Ciri here as well. Is there even a private enough place? The bathrooms in the park aren’t that great for even what they’re supposed to be used for.
He laughs at the idea of women being jealous of the dick Midge's captured. "Does that mean you talked about us off the stage? Casually told stories in the dressing rooms, pretending to be friendly talk but passive-aggressively being very smug?"
Jaskier huffs when her hand stops him, but he's just being dramatic. "You should stop taunting me, then, dear. Or I'll start thinking that my jokes about you torturing aren't jokes after all, and you do want me to suffer."
They should absolutely be jealous. It’s a great dick.
“I’ll stop,” Midge says, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m not unwilling. The timing just isn’t great.” Maybe when they get back to the house… like that won’t be obvious.
She’s quiet for a second. “Do you still want me to answer your question about the girls?”
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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.”
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Part of him wonders if the driver can hear anything they're saying. Jaskier doesn't mind, he's just curious. He wishes he could see the guy's face.
"Of course not!" He copies her answer on purpose before burying his nose in her ear. "I would fuck you with the wet dress on just to make you shiver more."
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Midge can only hope that the carriage drivers are like the taxi drivers in NYC: they hear all kinds of things and aren’t fazed by any of it.
Midge genuinely gasps at Jaskier’s comment, a little shiver going through her body at the thought. “You love to do that, don’t you?”
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"Mayhaps," he says with a grin. That means he indeed does enjoy making her shiver. "I love getting reactions out of you. They make you so pretty. And-- liberating, too? You tell me."
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"Good. Because that's what you deserve." He kisses her softly. "I want you to explore everything. I want you to embrace your desires. I want you to be happy. I want you to let go of society's shackles. I want you to be yourself."
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“Are you sure it’s not because it makes you horny to corrupt me?” She teases.
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He looks at the lake and smiles at Ciri rowing for her new friend, showing off that training of hers. "I hope she grows up without shame for who she is."
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Her gaze turns to Ciri out on the lake. “I hope so too. There’s too much hate in this world.”
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"Luckily, there's lots of love to share, too." He kisses Midge's cheek as if making a point. "She just needs to learn that teasing her is also loving her." He's only half joking.
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“Teasing is loving!” She agrees. “Playful teasing is fun. I love teasing you.”
All sorts of teasing.
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"Ah, yes, my goddess does love driving me crazy. I'm nothing but a jester!" He puts a hand on his chest, clearly exaggerating to tease her back. "An orgasm machine that may inspire cock bits for the stage!"
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“It’s true. An amusing jester who provides me with orgasms.” She plays with the buttons on his waistcoat. “I remember when we met and I first saw Geralt and you were so quick to tell me that he had a wife because you wanted me for yourself.”
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Midge puts her lips to Jaskier’s ear. “You were already thinking about all the things you wanted to do to me, weren’t you? Imagining me on top of you, or beneath you…”
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"Or with your breasts against the bars as I took you from behind, your moans echoing for the other prisoners to hear," he whispers back. "That's what you want, isn't it? To let the dancers know that you have me now."
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Reaching down, she puts her hand over his above her skirt. “We can’t,” she murmurs. “It’s too public here.”
It’s hard to sneak off somewhere with Ciri here as well. Is there even a private enough place? The bathrooms in the park aren’t that great for even what they’re supposed to be used for.
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Jaskier huffs when her hand stops him, but he's just being dramatic. "You should stop taunting me, then, dear. Or I'll start thinking that my jokes about you torturing aren't jokes after all, and you do want me to suffer."
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“I’ll stop,” Midge says, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m not unwilling. The timing just isn’t great.” Maybe when they get back to the house… like that won’t be obvious.
She’s quiet for a second. “Do you still want me to answer your question about the girls?”