"She's asked for weekly updates, so I text them to her," he explains as he finishes his meal too. He sits back with a content sigh and takes Midge's hand just to squeeze it.
"We don't really chat, I'm keeping it strictly professional. I send her music choices, she approves or disapproves. Even before you asked me not to fight with your family--" The others snort. "I didn't want to lose this important chance for the band. And I get the feeling that if I have to listen to her for more than ten minutes, I'll curse her name and her husband-to-be's." A sip of wine before continuing. "Honestly, I'm extremely grateful for these devices. I don't think it would've gone as well if I had to meet her every week."
Midge squeezes his hand back. “Leah’s obnoxious,” she says. “That’s why I wanted you to come to the wedding with me in the first place. I needed someone there to support me.”
She’s so happy that they’re going together, and as a couple too.
“We will be the best dressed and best looking couple on the dance floor.”
“Exactly.” Midge grins. Jaskier can probably insult people without them even realizing that they’ve been insulted. That’s a true art.
“In all of The Hamptons,” she tells Jaskier with a kiss. After laughing at Yennefer shutting Geralt’s riding trip idea down, Midge continues. “Jaskier and I took a horse drawn carriage ride through Central Park today. There actually are some horses in the city.”
"No, you drank too much and are imagining things," Geralt replies with that dry tone of his. He takes the cups from Midge to wash them too. "We're supposed to take turns," he adds with a sigh that says he ends up doing it most of the time.
"Jaskier prefers the laundry." Because god forbid that something happens to his precious fabrics, although there's no denying that throwing clothes in the machine takes less effort than the dishes. Geralt suspects Jaskier wouldn't do everyone's laundry so eagerly back in their world.
She snorts a laugh at that, though the tidbit about the laundry is interesting. “Duly noted, thank you.”
Midge leans against the counter next to where Geralt is standing at the sink. “You may be a nearly perfect man who helps with the cooking and the dishes, but I happen to be quite in love with your high maintenance friend.”
She can’t help it. Midge is completely head over heels for him.
"Nearly perfect?" Geralt asks with raised eyebrows. He isn't anywhere near perfect. "You don't know me," he adds, the nicest way he has to correct her without starting an argument.
He dries his hands with the dish cloth while watching Midge, trying to guess where this is coming from. Geralt thinks she's playing with fire, but he isn't saying that aloud anytime soon.
"I know. I can smell it from three rooms over." He doesn't doubt her feelings for his friend - is that why she was announcing it? He's so confused, but he won't poke into this to much as long as the couple is happy. "Smaller plates in that door." He points at the right cupboard before putting the leftover meat in the fridge and bring out the pie.
“You’re right. I don’t,” she says. “I just know that most men don’t help with things like this.”
Her cheeks flush when Geralt mentions being able to smell her. “I don’t pity your nose later tonight.” She gets the plates as instructed. Maybe Midge was just fishing for compliments, but she hoped she might hear something about how Jaskier seems happier than he used to. Maybe Geralt’s just not that kind of guy.
She gets a knife for cutting the pie. “Ciri picked cherry,” Midge says.
"Most men are lazy dolts," Geralt replies without a hint of irony.
The comment about his nose makes him snort, but it's an amused sound at least. "Yen's spell is for both sounds and smells," he explains. "Jaskier hasn't stopped smelling like a hormonal teenager since he was actually one anyway."
He starts cutting slices for the others and puts his pinky in the filling to then lick it. His nose wrinkles a little. "Very sweet," he says before cutting a very small slice for himself. He doesn't want to disappoint Ciri by not having any.
"All my senses are enhanced," he clarifies. That includes taste, so he doesn't do well with strong flavours. He can't handle spicy food at all.
When Midge returns, Jaskier is sitting next to Yennefer, chatting with her. He smiles when he sees Midge and quickly returns to his seat.
"Sorry. You changed me for an immortal so I had to do the same," he teases as he watches Geralt come back with the last two plates. Nobody seems to be awkward or in a bad mood, so it seems their little kitchen moment went well. Jaskier just wants them to get along, and knows how hard it is for both Geralt and Yennefer to warm up to new people. "Congratulations on not scaring her off," he tells Geralt.
"Oooh, he must've hated that. He doesn't take compliments well." Jaskier replies with clear amusement, and Ciri giggles. "Are you alright, my friend? That must've been such a hard hit to take," he asks Geralt just to tease him.
"Shut up," Geralt says without meeting anyone's eyes.
The pie is indeed delicious, and everyone enjoys it greatly. Ciri even goes to the kitchen to get a second slice.
"Maybe this is something for you to learn," Yennefer tells Geralt.
Jaskier nods in agreement and turns to Midge. "He makes the softest bread."
“If he made the bread we had with dinner tonight, that was excellent,” Midge replies. “I can make challah, which is a type of Jewish bread, but that’s about it.”
Looking up at Jaskier, she notices that he has a little bit of cherry filling on his lip. She takes her napkin and wipes it away.
"Yep," Jaskier replies with a very exaggerated p-sound at the end. "That was him. He wants to build a clay oven in the garden."
As Jaskier predicted, Geralt doesn't know what to do with compliments. After some hesitation, he tells Midge, "Thanks." Another pause before he adds. "Did you say 'challah'?" He copies the pronunciation as best he can. "I'll look into it."
Jaskier then smiles at Midge's adorable gesture and chases her hand with his mouth to kiss her fingers. Geralt makes a face and Yennefer looks amused.
“Thanks,” Midge says to Geralt about the bread. “I think you’ll like it.”
She giggles when Jaskier kisses her fingers. “Unfortunately for Geralt, I don’t think he’ll ever be able to be around the two of us together without us stinking.”
She and Jaskier are way too horny for each other. Midge has kept it contained for most of the day, but as the evening winds down, she’s growing more needy for him.
Midge hums in delight and slowly eats the bit of pie off of the fork, licking it afterwards. “Thank you, my love.” Just to really lay it on thick, she leans in and softly kisses his lips.
Jaskier happily kisses her back, which of course gets a frustrated groan from Ciri.
"Good night," Geralt growls. "Both of you."
"You know," Jaskier replies as he stands up and offers his hand for Midge to do the same. "For someone who spent his day fucking, you sure are in a bad mood."
Ciri complains about the comment and Geralt throws his napkin at him, so Jaskier squeezes Midge's hand and drags her out while laughing pretty hard. Reaching the bottom of the stairs means they can't be seen from the table, so Jaskier pushes Midge against the wall and kisses her thoroughly. He's been waiting to do this all fucking day!
Geralt’s a little scary when he’s mad. Fortunately, she and Jaskier are leaving the table. “Thanks for having me,” she calls while Jaskier leads her away.
The kiss is very welcome, and Midge opens her mouth against his. Similarly, spending the day with him meant wanting him but never getting to have him. Midge is glad to finally sate her desires.
Jaskier's starving for her taste, and he doesn't stop kissing her until he hears the chairs moving at the table. Calloused hands move quickly to wrap her legs around his waist and take her upstairs.
"Missed you," he whispers with affection. "And if we fall, I'm blaming it on you."
She kisses him back with equal fervor, her mouth opening hungrily against his while her hands sift through his hair. Midge doesn’t stop kissing him when he lifts her up, though she makes a noise of protest at his comment.
“How would that be my fault? You’re the one driving this car.”
"You keep distracting me with all those kisses, missy. And the hands in my hair. And by looking so alluring."
Just establishing facts, though, definitely not complaining. He keeps kissing her until they reach his bedroom, and now he can finally do what he's been dreaming about for a while: throw Midge on his very own bed, laughing in delight.
After kissing her nose, he moves to close the door and put an amulet on the handle that activates Yen's spell. Then he leans against it and just admires the view with a big smile on his face, blue eyes full of affection and desire.
"Fuck, you look so good on my bed. I want to keep you there."
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"We don't really chat, I'm keeping it strictly professional. I send her music choices, she approves or disapproves. Even before you asked me not to fight with your family--" The others snort. "I didn't want to lose this important chance for the band. And I get the feeling that if I have to listen to her for more than ten minutes, I'll curse her name and her husband-to-be's." A sip of wine before continuing. "Honestly, I'm extremely grateful for these devices. I don't think it would've gone as well if I had to meet her every week."
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She’s so happy that they’re going together, and as a couple too.
“We will be the best dressed and best looking couple on the dance floor.”
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"On the dance floor? Make it on the entire fucking beach," Jaskier replies with a grin.
"We should go to the beach," Ciri tells her parents. Geralt is already picking up the plates.
"I wouldn't mind a little trip," Yennefer says. Geralt opens his mouth but Yennefer speaks again. "Besides going riding."
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“In all of The Hamptons,” she tells Jaskier with a kiss. After laughing at Yennefer shutting Geralt’s riding trip idea down, Midge continues. “Jaskier and I took a horse drawn carriage ride through Central Park today. There actually are some horses in the city.”
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"He really likes horses," Ciri explains to Midge.
"He likes talking to horses," Jaskier adds. "Although I admit I miss Roach, too."
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“You do dishes too?” Midge asks Geralt. “Are you even real?”
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"Jaskier prefers the laundry." Because god forbid that something happens to his precious fabrics, although there's no denying that throwing clothes in the machine takes less effort than the dishes. Geralt suspects Jaskier wouldn't do everyone's laundry so eagerly back in their world.
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Midge leans against the counter next to where Geralt is standing at the sink. “You may be a nearly perfect man who helps with the cooking and the dishes, but I happen to be quite in love with your high maintenance friend.”
She can’t help it. Midge is completely head over heels for him.
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He dries his hands with the dish cloth while watching Midge, trying to guess where this is coming from. Geralt thinks she's playing with fire, but he isn't saying that aloud anytime soon.
"I know. I can smell it from three rooms over." He doesn't doubt her feelings for his friend - is that why she was announcing it? He's so confused, but he won't poke into this to much as long as the couple is happy. "Smaller plates in that door." He points at the right cupboard before putting the leftover meat in the fridge and bring out the pie.
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Her cheeks flush when Geralt mentions being able to smell her. “I don’t pity your nose later tonight.” She gets the plates as instructed. Maybe Midge was just fishing for compliments, but she hoped she might hear something about how Jaskier seems happier than he used to. Maybe Geralt’s just not that kind of guy.
She gets a knife for cutting the pie. “Ciri picked cherry,” Midge says.
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The comment about his nose makes him snort, but it's an amused sound at least. "Yen's spell is for both sounds and smells," he explains. "Jaskier hasn't stopped smelling like a hormonal teenager since he was actually one anyway."
He starts cutting slices for the others and puts his pinky in the filling to then lick it. His nose wrinkles a little. "Very sweet," he says before cutting a very small slice for himself. He doesn't want to disappoint Ciri by not having any.
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As he cuts the slices, Midge puts forks on each of the plates. “Oh come on,” she says. “Enjoy the sugar.”
Balancing three of the plates, Midge makes her way back to the dining room. She puts them down in front of Jaskier, Ciri and Yennefer.
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When Midge returns, Jaskier is sitting next to Yennefer, chatting with her. He smiles when he sees Midge and quickly returns to his seat.
"Sorry. You changed me for an immortal so I had to do the same," he teases as he watches Geralt come back with the last two plates. Nobody seems to be awkward or in a bad mood, so it seems their little kitchen moment went well. Jaskier just wants them to get along, and knows how hard it is for both Geralt and Yennefer to warm up to new people. "Congratulations on not scaring her off," he tells Geralt.
"Mmh."
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The pie is excellent, of course. Midge hums her approval as she chews. “I’m a decent baker,” she says, “but I can’t make a pie as good as this.”
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"Shut up," Geralt says without meeting anyone's eyes.
The pie is indeed delicious, and everyone enjoys it greatly. Ciri even goes to the kitchen to get a second slice.
"Maybe this is something for you to learn," Yennefer tells Geralt.
Jaskier nods in agreement and turns to Midge. "He makes the softest bread."
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Looking up at Jaskier, she notices that he has a little bit of cherry filling on his lip. She takes her napkin and wipes it away.
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As Jaskier predicted, Geralt doesn't know what to do with compliments. After some hesitation, he tells Midge, "Thanks." Another pause before he adds. "Did you say 'challah'?" He copies the pronunciation as best he can. "I'll look into it."
Jaskier then smiles at Midge's adorable gesture and chases her hand with his mouth to kiss her fingers. Geralt makes a face and Yennefer looks amused.
"How badly do they stink?"
"Mmh."
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She giggles when Jaskier kisses her fingers. “Unfortunately for Geralt, I don’t think he’ll ever be able to be around the two of us together without us stinking.”
She and Jaskier are way too horny for each other. Midge has kept it contained for most of the day, but as the evening winds down, she’s growing more needy for him.
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"Because you have," Geralt grumbles.
Just to annoy him more, Jaskier takes some Midge's pie slice with his fork and feeds it to her while batting his eyelashes like an idiot.
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Midge hums in delight and slowly eats the bit of pie off of the fork, licking it afterwards. “Thank you, my love.” Just to really lay it on thick, she leans in and softly kisses his lips.
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"Good night," Geralt growls. "Both of you."
"You know," Jaskier replies as he stands up and offers his hand for Midge to do the same. "For someone who spent his day fucking, you sure are in a bad mood."
Ciri complains about the comment and Geralt throws his napkin at him, so Jaskier squeezes Midge's hand and drags her out while laughing pretty hard. Reaching the bottom of the stairs means they can't be seen from the table, so Jaskier pushes Midge against the wall and kisses her thoroughly. He's been waiting to do this all fucking day!
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The kiss is very welcome, and Midge opens her mouth against his. Similarly, spending the day with him meant wanting him but never getting to have him. Midge is glad to finally sate her desires.
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"Missed you," he whispers with affection. "And if we fall, I'm blaming it on you."
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“How would that be my fault? You’re the one driving this car.”
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Just establishing facts, though, definitely not complaining. He keeps kissing her until they reach his bedroom, and now he can finally do what he's been dreaming about for a while: throw Midge on his very own bed, laughing in delight.
After kissing her nose, he moves to close the door and put an amulet on the handle that activates Yen's spell. Then he leans against it and just admires the view with a big smile on his face, blue eyes full of affection and desire.
"Fuck, you look so good on my bed. I want to keep you there."
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