It’s a lovely kiss, until Jaskier smears the ink on her leg. Midge starts cracking up.
“You probably should clean me up, unless you want your nice sheets to get stained with ink.”
There’s only one shower, which probably goes beyond the limits of the magical soundproofing. Midge would suggest that they wash off in there, but there’s no way that they wouldn’t get up to some trouble.
"Asking me to erase my art after such an important conversation," Jaskier replies with a very joking tone. "Tsk, tsk, you truly are an evil woman."
He picks Midge up and takes her to the bed, where he sits next to her before searching the nightstand drawer for wet wipes. Now he starts cleaning all the ink from her thigh and tits.
"These things are amazing. I wish I had them on the road at home."
Jaskier enjoys pampering his loved ones and grooming them as well. He remembers the morning they bathed together, although washing her had been short-lived because they fucked. Not wanting this to be over yet, Jaskier pulls out more wipes to gently clean off her makeup.
After a pause, he finally dares to ask, "How was it? Being pregnant."
It’s a true testament to how much Midge loves Jaskier that she’s allowing him to remove her makeup. He’s seen her without makeup before, but there’s something particularly intimate about having him remove it. It’s like he’s stripping off her mask.
The question is a little surprising coming from him. “It was… a lot of things. Joyous. Strange at times, to have another person growing inside me. Annoying, when that person got big and made me waddle. Overall, it wasn’t horrible. I did it twice, so it couldn’t have been that bad.”
Indeed, grooming is a very intimate act, and that's why Jaskier likes it. It's a very special kind of connection; it's letting someone see you not at your best; trusting them with the sensitive parts of your body.
"Imagining you all big and waddling is adorable," Jaskier says between chuckles. "Did you still wear heels and hats and makeup? It's funny to picture you getting ready with the big belly in the way."
She huffs at him. Joel thought it was cute too. Petite Midge with a huge belly.
“I wore makeup and hats, but heels became too hard to walk in so I switched to flats.” Midge tucks a piece of Jaskier’s hair behind his ear. “There are pictures of me, if you’re curious.”
She doubts that this curiosity is because he’s changed his mind about wanting a child.
The huff makes him chuckle again, and he kisses her cheek because she's being cute now, too. The offer takes him by surprise and he takes a moment to consider it. It's not like he's against the concept of pregnancy per se. Just like marriage, it just happens to be something that people do out of obligation, so those memories aren't always the greatest to revisit.
It doesn't seem to be the case with Midge, though. After studying her for a minute, he nods.
"I'd love to see all kinds of pictures of younger you," he replies as he leaves the bed for a second to throw the dirty wipes in the trash can by his desk. When he returns, he lies down on the pillows and pulls at Midge's robe, calling her in for cuddles. "You still have all the pregnancy pictures? Marriage too? I don't know how divorces work. Joel didn't take any?"
“Oh God,” she groans. “Not the childhood pictures.” Midge cuddles up to him, half lying on his chest. “My parents have childhood pictures of me and I’ve got a few albums from my marriage, including the wedding album and albums for my children. Joel’s the one who left, so I’ve got all the pictures.”
It’s not like he can’t see them if he wants to. She presumes he’d want to see the children’s albums. Probably not the wedding album.
The comment about Joel leaving gets a ha! out of him, clearly approving of this deal. Good for her for keeping what she wants.
"Oh, come onnnnn, I want to see little Miriam!" He pinches her cheek. "You have no idea how amazing the existence of those pictures is. Posing for the painter as a kid was such a pain in the arse. I swear I could fall asleep while standing, just like a chicken. And all the festivals I've played at? Oh, how I wish I had framed images of the perfect moments! Smiles under the moonlight! Dancing on the beach! All the Roaches I met throughout the years!"
“I was really cute,” she confirms. “A little princess. I’m glad my parents never tried to have a painting done. Posing for photographs is annoying enough. I can’t imagine sitting still long enough for a painting, although I would make an alluring model, don’t you think?” Midge is joking, but Jaskier will probably agree with her anyway.
“I wish I could see a painting of little you. All the roaches you’ve met?” Midge gives him an unsettled look.
"You'd be a stunning model. You kept that drawing from the art jam, I hope."
He still has his, and he treasures it so. When she says she'd like to see those paintings, he wrinkles his nose. Would his parents even have them still? Maybe they were burned. He doesn't know how to feel about that.
"I told you about Geralt's horse Roach, right? Well, all his horses were named Roach. All brown mares, too. I've known Geralt for over twenty years, so I've seen many a Roach die or retire."
Immediately after I posted the tag I realized you were talking about Roach lol
“I did,” she confirms. “What? You weren’t a cute little boy?” Somehow they’ve circled back to his childhood again.
“Oh!” Midge laughs out loud. “Yes, you told me that. I thought you were talking about bugs and I was very curious why you were so sentimental about them.”
Talking about roaches is probably a better topic than Jaskier’s childhood.
it can't be a Witcher related thing without the classic gag, you did nothing wrong
"I was fucking adorable. It's just... you know." He shrugs, trying not to make it seem like it's not a big deal. "I wasn't really myself on those paintings."
He pulls a face and pokes her as 'punishment'. "Eww, that's bloody disgusting. There's only one bug I approve of, and that's butterflies. Ah, I guess spiders aren't so bad when they're eating the other bugs. Camping with mosquitoes isn't fun."
Midge hums in her throat, her fingers stroking his chest. “I’m sorry, darling.”
“I’ve been off spiders ever since you and Geralt killed those things at Moishe’s factory. I mean, I guess I was never on spiders, but you know what I’m trying to say.”
Those things had been massive and absolutely disgusting.
Her sympathy is met with a kiss to the top of her head - a gesture that speaks better than words, for once. Saying it's ok wouldn't have been honest.
The spider thing makes him laugh. "I do know what you're saying. I was talking about normal spiders, but you have an excellent point. Did the factory function well afterward? I know Geralt made a big mess with the broken wall and all."
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“You probably should clean me up, unless you want your nice sheets to get stained with ink.”
There’s only one shower, which probably goes beyond the limits of the magical soundproofing. Midge would suggest that they wash off in there, but there’s no way that they wouldn’t get up to some trouble.
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He picks Midge up and takes her to the bed, where he sits next to her before searching the nightstand drawer for wet wipes. Now he starts cleaning all the ink from her thigh and tits.
"These things are amazing. I wish I had them on the road at home."
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Midge enjoys being carried — and being wiped down, basking under the attentions of his hand.
“They’re pretty life changing for parents with babies too.”
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Jaskier enjoys pampering his loved ones and grooming them as well. He remembers the morning they bathed together, although washing her had been short-lived because they fucked. Not wanting this to be over yet, Jaskier pulls out more wipes to gently clean off her makeup.
After a pause, he finally dares to ask, "How was it? Being pregnant."
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The question is a little surprising coming from him. “It was… a lot of things. Joyous. Strange at times, to have another person growing inside me. Annoying, when that person got big and made me waddle. Overall, it wasn’t horrible. I did it twice, so it couldn’t have been that bad.”
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"Imagining you all big and waddling is adorable," Jaskier says between chuckles. "Did you still wear heels and hats and makeup? It's funny to picture you getting ready with the big belly in the way."
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“I wore makeup and hats, but heels became too hard to walk in so I switched to flats.” Midge tucks a piece of Jaskier’s hair behind his ear. “There are pictures of me, if you’re curious.”
She doubts that this curiosity is because he’s changed his mind about wanting a child.
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It doesn't seem to be the case with Midge, though. After studying her for a minute, he nods.
"I'd love to see all kinds of pictures of younger you," he replies as he leaves the bed for a second to throw the dirty wipes in the trash can by his desk. When he returns, he lies down on the pillows and pulls at Midge's robe, calling her in for cuddles. "You still have all the pregnancy pictures? Marriage too? I don't know how divorces work. Joel didn't take any?"
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It’s not like he can’t see them if he wants to. She presumes he’d want to see the children’s albums. Probably not the wedding album.
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"Oh, come onnnnn, I want to see little Miriam!" He pinches her cheek. "You have no idea how amazing the existence of those pictures is. Posing for the painter as a kid was such a pain in the arse. I swear I could fall asleep while standing, just like a chicken. And all the festivals I've played at? Oh, how I wish I had framed images of the perfect moments! Smiles under the moonlight! Dancing on the beach! All the Roaches I met throughout the years!"
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“I wish I could see a painting of little you. All the roaches you’ve met?” Midge gives him an unsettled look.
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He still has his, and he treasures it so. When she says she'd like to see those paintings, he wrinkles his nose. Would his parents even have them still? Maybe they were burned. He doesn't know how to feel about that.
"I told you about Geralt's horse Roach, right? Well, all his horses were named Roach. All brown mares, too. I've known Geralt for over twenty years, so I've seen many a Roach die or retire."
Immediately after I posted the tag I realized you were talking about Roach lol
“Oh!” Midge laughs out loud. “Yes, you told me that. I thought you were talking about bugs and I was very curious why you were so sentimental about them.”
Talking about roaches is probably a better topic than Jaskier’s childhood.
it can't be a Witcher related thing without the classic gag, you did nothing wrong
He pulls a face and pokes her as 'punishment'. "Eww, that's bloody disgusting. There's only one bug I approve of, and that's butterflies. Ah, I guess spiders aren't so bad when they're eating the other bugs. Camping with mosquitoes isn't fun."
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“I’ve been off spiders ever since you and Geralt killed those things at Moishe’s factory. I mean, I guess I was never on spiders, but you know what I’m trying to say.”
Those things had been massive and absolutely disgusting.
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The spider thing makes him laugh. "I do know what you're saying. I was talking about normal spiders, but you have an excellent point. Did the factory function well afterward? I know Geralt made a big mess with the broken wall and all."