"That too," he admits with a wink. It's a bad idea to discuss this in public - he can see her cheeks blushing, and who knows what his own body will do next. Yet he loves this thrill. "I'd offer to put on your panties in return, but I don't think my thighs will fit through those petite holes."
She snorts lightly. “No, I don’t think those muscular thighs would fit.” Said thighs are making for a wonderful pillow right now. “I have some lingerie to wear for you. I’m sure that’s what you want to use the mirror for, right? Admiring how I look?”
Midge kisses his hand again. “I’ve missed you. It’s only been a few days, but you know I’m completely addicted to you.”
"You're wearing it under the dress?" Jaskier asks with raised eyebrows as his pulse quickens. "Fuck. I want to have you so badly right now."
Thankfully, she successfully changes the conversation to something less dirty. He bends over and kisses her lips softly. "I've missed you, too. Once my classes are over, it'll be really hard not to kidnap you every day."
“I’m actually not, if that calms you down a bit.” Way too impractical for going around the city. “Since I’m spending the night, I brought some clothes and toiletries in the suitcase.” And Yennefer has enchanted it to hold even more. Midge can’t wait.
She runs her fingers through his hair. “I’d be very happy to be kidnapped by you. Where would you take me?”
"You left your lingerie with Yennefer?" He's both amused and appalled. "I'm sorry, I can't fuck you in it anymore. My cock will drop or something."
He's not serious. Maybe.
A mischievous grin takes over his face at her question. "You mean besides my bed?" Just a tease. "Well--"
"I don't like that face," Ciri suddenly announces from a safe distance. She's squinting her eyes. "Is it not safe to approach?"
Jaskier laughs and kisses Midge's forehead before fixing his posture, stretching his arms above his head. "It's alright, princess, come over. I'm guessing it's time to go home?"
“Why does that matter?” Midge asks. “It’s not like she put it on. Hopefully.” Would she put some kind of enchantment on it? Surely not.
She’s listening intently to exactly what Jaskier wants to do to her when they’re interrupted by Ciri. Kids. Midge reluctantly sits up and stretches. “What did the bird watchers have to say?”
"You just like giving me the weirdest mental images, don't you?" Jaskier decides he shall not tell Midge that he saw Yennefer's tits before Geralt did.
Ciri shows Midge a flyer that the bird watchers gave her while answering. "They were all very shy but also friendly, and said they're always open to new members. They want to hear about birds from our world."
"Oh dear, they'll be disappointed by that," he replies as he stands up and helps Midge do the same. "Unless they want stories about harpies."
The flyer details when they’ll be in the park. “Ooh, harpies,” Midge says as she gathers their things, including the pie. “Shrieking bird women? We have them here too. They’re not real, of course.”
She takes Jaskier’s arm as they walk down the hill. “Maybe Geralt can make some friends?”
"Yep, the very same. Your stories may not be real, but don't be surprised if harpies start showing up through the portals like the other monsters," Jaskier points out.
Ciri throws the flyer in her uncle's gift bag before taking the pie from Midge. She wants to prove she's responsible so they'll let her go out alone more. "I hope so, too! They were so quiet and shy, I think he'll get along with them."
"A group of people sitting around in silence. Geralt's ultimate dream. We'll never be able to make him speak again." He's joking. He likes the idea of Geralt joining this club too.
"As if they didn't nag too," Ciri complains. She may be young, but she's already dealt with so much bullshit from guys. "They act tough but then they cry like babies when they get sick."
Jaskier bites his lip not to laugh. Ciri is absolutely right, but it's hard to show support when he knows he isn't the best patient either. He doesn't want this anger redirected at him.
"Let's take the subway," Jaskier replies as he takes out his device to text Geralt and let him know they're on their way back. "It'll give the happy couple more time to put clothes on."
Midge grins. “Someone has taught her well.” She imagines that Yennefer takes exactly zero shit from men.
“Subway adventure it is,” she replies. “The station is two blocks away.” Turning to Jaskier, she nods. “I was going to suggest that. I’d hate for us to walk in the door only to see Geralt’s pale ass.”
"First her grandmother, now Yennefer. She just likes to learn from strong women who want to cut my cock off," Jaskier explains while Ciris laughs.
He snorts at the mention of Geralt's ass. "Hate? Please, I bet you'd love to 'accidentally'--" He makes the quotation marks with his fingers. "--see his peach."
Ciri makes another complaining noise and starts walking faster toward the station. Someone better pray for that poor pie.
“Ah, well, I must not have anything to teach her because I want your cock to stay firmly attached. I prefer it that way.” It’s much more useful to her if it’s still attached to his body.
“I don’t know, is it nicer than yours?” Midge asks sassily.
They descend the stairs at the station and make their way to the ticket counter.
“Hmmm…” Midge pretends to think. “That’s a tough choice. I think ultimately, your ass is the nicer one.” Reaching down, she gives it a subtle squeeze. “Quite plump, even though you’re a skinny guy.”
“This is child abuse,” Ciri groans.
With a laugh, the three of them get on the train that has just stopped in front of them. It’s approaching rush hour and the car is nearly full. There are two seats left, which means that Midge ends up sitting on Jaskier’s lap.
“How do we always end up in these compromising positions?”
Jaskier jumps in surprise when she squeezes his butt, not expecting her to get like that in public. He's definitely not complaining, though, he's laughing. He enjoys PDA in general but also because he's always happy to have a woman show interest in a man's butt. It's not something they usually take note of.
"I'd call it good luck," Jaskier replies and kisses her cheek.
"I'd call it bad manners," an old man sitting next to them cuts in. "A proper gentleman would let the lady sit."
Before Jaskier can say anything, Ciri snaps back. "Uncle Jaskier is the greatest gentleman. He's also a loving person and you're just jealous that you have nobody to hug."
The old man lets out a very offended noise and he ignores Ciri to talk to the couple. "And you're passing your awful manners to your niece as well, I see."
Midge has definitely noticed Jaskier’s butt. She’d noticed it before they even slept together. As much as they joke about Geralt, Midge couldn’t be happier with Jaskier’s physique. He’s gorgeous, in her eyes.
It’s surprising how fast Ciri jumps to their defense. Her response is a little rude, but it’s also pretty funny. It’s not her place to scold Ciri, so Midge won’t do it.
“Thank you for your concern,” she tells the man, “both for my comfort and for his niece. I assure you that both of us are fine.”
Jaskier isn't surprised by Ciri's rudeness, since she used to be around her grandmother, and now she's surrounded by three adults who don't like taking any shit either. However, he is surprised by her defense of the couple's PDA, and it warms his heart. It proves that most of the time, she's just a normal teenager dealing with her family.
"Concern? Is that what we are calling it now?" Jaskier asks with a snort. "I'll tell you what I've 'passed' to her: not to let zealots define her life. I couldn't be prouder right now."
Ciri sits a little straighter with a smile on her face, happy that she got Jaskier's approval.
"If you want to talk manners," Jaskier adds with a snappy tone. "Let's start with yours, since apparently you weren't taught not to put your nose on other people's business."
“She shouldn’t be sitting on your lap in public,” the old man says. “There are children here. I’m trying to protect them from having to see any filth.”
“Trust me,” Midge responds, “you don’t have to worry. This is far too much of an audience for us.” She turns back to Jaskier. “At least 10 people too many, don’t you think?”
Jaskier grins, loving the strategy. "And for free? Yeah, not happening."
Ciri covers her mouth, mixed between laughing and thinking this is gross. The old man begins to grumble and calls them a bunch of things like degenerates as he leaves his seat to go to another car.
"What a jerk," Ciri says.
Jaskier looks fondly at her. "Thank you, dear. That was brave of you."
“Definitely not. Tickets to our show are $10 a pop.”
Thank God the man just leaves. Midge wasn’t really in the mood to deal with him. Despite the fact that another seat has opened up, she stays in Jaskier’s lap.
“That was a very quick response,” Midge says to Ciri. She can’t help but admire that.
After a moment, she turns to Jaskier. “People probably would pay to watch us fuck.”
"They absolutely would," Jaskier agrees with a nod, his arms tightening around her. She obviously doesn't have any intentions to move, but still. "We should probably charge a little more, though. After all, we are the two hottest and most talented people in this city."
"Ugh, don't make me regret defending you," Ciri says. She stares at the empty seat and considers putting space between them, but another person takes it. The man keeps glancing at them, maybe considering buying tickets for this imaginary show.
"It was perfect, darling," Jaskier replies on their way to the house before kissing her cheek. "You're a very good guide."
"Yes! It was so much fun! Thank you, Midge." Ciri's big smile makes the encounter in the subway worth the hassle. It's been a great day.
When they enter the house, Ciri announces we're hooooome before rushing to the kitchen to put the pie in the fridge. Jaskier wants to take Midge to his room to relax a bit before dinner, but her suitcase is right by the kitchen door where Yennefer left it earlier. They follow Ciri and find Geralt smiling at her as he listens to her sharing all the cool things she did today. The fondness in his eyes is clear.
When he hears Jaskier and Midge enter the kitchen too, he nods at the counter where the brisket is waiting.
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Midge kisses his hand again. “I’ve missed you. It’s only been a few days, but you know I’m completely addicted to you.”
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Thankfully, she successfully changes the conversation to something less dirty. He bends over and kisses her lips softly. "I've missed you, too. Once my classes are over, it'll be really hard not to kidnap you every day."
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She runs her fingers through his hair. “I’d be very happy to be kidnapped by you. Where would you take me?”
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He's not serious.
Maybe.A mischievous grin takes over his face at her question. "You mean besides my bed?" Just a tease. "Well--"
"I don't like that face," Ciri suddenly announces from a safe distance. She's squinting her eyes. "Is it not safe to approach?"
Jaskier laughs and kisses Midge's forehead before fixing his posture, stretching his arms above his head. "It's alright, princess, come over. I'm guessing it's time to go home?"
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She’s listening intently to exactly what Jaskier wants to do to her when they’re interrupted by Ciri. Kids. Midge reluctantly sits up and stretches. “What did the bird watchers have to say?”
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Ciri shows Midge a flyer that the bird watchers gave her while answering. "They were all very shy but also friendly, and said they're always open to new members. They want to hear about birds from our world."
"Oh dear, they'll be disappointed by that," he replies as he stands up and helps Midge do the same. "Unless they want stories about harpies."
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She takes Jaskier’s arm as they walk down the hill. “Maybe Geralt can make some friends?”
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Ciri throws the flyer in her uncle's gift bag before taking the pie from Midge. She wants to prove she's responsible so they'll let her go out alone more. "I hope so, too! They were so quiet and shy, I think he'll get along with them."
"A group of people sitting around in silence. Geralt's ultimate dream. We'll never be able to make him speak again." He's joking. He likes the idea of Geralt joining this club too.
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“If you ask some men, the harpies are already here, nagging them constantly.” God forbid women express their opinions.
At the bottom of the hill, the three of them walk towards one of the park exits. “Do you want to take a taxi or have a subway adventure,” Midge asks.
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Jaskier bites his lip not to laugh. Ciri is absolutely right, but it's hard to show support when he knows he isn't the best patient either. He doesn't want this anger redirected at him.
"Let's take the subway," Jaskier replies as he takes out his device to text Geralt and let him know they're on their way back. "It'll give the happy couple more time to put clothes on."
"Uuuugh..."
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“Subway adventure it is,” she replies. “The station is two blocks away.” Turning to Jaskier, she nods. “I was going to suggest that. I’d hate for us to walk in the door only to see Geralt’s pale ass.”
Sorry, Ciri.
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He snorts at the mention of Geralt's ass. "Hate? Please, I bet you'd love to 'accidentally'--" He makes the quotation marks with his fingers. "--see his peach."
Ciri makes another complaining noise and starts walking faster toward the station. Someone better pray for that poor pie.
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“I don’t know, is it nicer than yours?” Midge asks sassily.
They descend the stairs at the station and make their way to the ticket counter.
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Ciri has already gotten her ticket, so Jaskier gets one for himself and one for Midge. He keeps an arm around her while they wait for the train.
"Mine is cuter, his is firmer. And more scarred."
Ciri frowns. "Why do you know--" She shakes her head. "Forget it, I don't want to know."
Hope you don’t mind me taking over Ciri for a sec
“This is child abuse,” Ciri groans.
With a laugh, the three of them get on the train that has just stopped in front of them. It’s approaching rush hour and the car is nearly full. There are two seats left, which means that Midge ends up sitting on Jaskier’s lap.
“How do we always end up in these compromising positions?”
no at all!
"I'd call it good luck," Jaskier replies and kisses her cheek.
"I'd call it bad manners," an old man sitting next to them cuts in. "A proper gentleman would let the lady sit."
Before Jaskier can say anything, Ciri snaps back. "Uncle Jaskier is the greatest gentleman. He's also a loving person and you're just jealous that you have nobody to hug."
The old man lets out a very offended noise and he ignores Ciri to talk to the couple. "And you're passing your awful manners to your niece as well, I see."
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It’s surprising how fast Ciri jumps to their defense. Her response is a little rude, but it’s also pretty funny. It’s not her place to scold Ciri, so Midge won’t do it.
“Thank you for your concern,” she tells the man, “both for my comfort and for his niece. I assure you that both of us are fine.”
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"Concern? Is that what we are calling it now?" Jaskier asks with a snort. "I'll tell you what I've 'passed' to her: not to let zealots define her life. I couldn't be prouder right now."
Ciri sits a little straighter with a smile on her face, happy that she got Jaskier's approval.
"If you want to talk manners," Jaskier adds with a snappy tone. "Let's start with yours, since apparently you weren't taught not to put your nose on other people's business."
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“Trust me,” Midge responds, “you don’t have to worry. This is far too much of an audience for us.” She turns back to Jaskier. “At least 10 people too many, don’t you think?”
Maybe she can shock this guy into shutting up.
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Ciri covers her mouth, mixed between laughing and thinking this is gross. The old man begins to grumble and calls them a bunch of things like degenerates as he leaves his seat to go to another car.
"What a jerk," Ciri says.
Jaskier looks fondly at her. "Thank you, dear. That was brave of you."
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Thank God the man just leaves. Midge wasn’t really in the mood to deal with him. Despite the fact that another seat has opened up, she stays in Jaskier’s lap.
“That was a very quick response,” Midge says to Ciri. She can’t help but admire that.
After a moment, she turns to Jaskier. “People probably would pay to watch us fuck.”
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"Ugh, don't make me regret defending you," Ciri says. She stares at the empty seat and considers putting space between them, but another person takes it. The man keeps glancing at them, maybe considering buying tickets for this imaginary show.
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The rest of the train ride home is uneventful and the three of them disembark at the station closest to the house.
“Did you guys have fun today?” Midge asks.
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"Yes! It was so much fun! Thank you, Midge." Ciri's big smile makes the encounter in the subway worth the hassle. It's been a great day.
When they enter the house, Ciri announces we're hooooome before rushing to the kitchen to put the pie in the fridge. Jaskier wants to take Midge to his room to relax a bit before dinner, but her suitcase is right by the kitchen door where Yennefer left it earlier. They follow Ciri and find Geralt smiling at her as he listens to her sharing all the cool things she did today. The fondness in his eyes is clear.
When he hears Jaskier and Midge enter the kitchen too, he nods at the counter where the brisket is waiting.
"Just took it out. I think it's ready."
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Assuming Midge told Jaskier this during one of their many texting days, lmk if I should change it
works for me!
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