It's almost a squeal. Jaskier stares at Midge for a second or two, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish. He wasn't prepared for such a question and his first instinct is to say that is a terrible idea, but he can't just go for that answer when she's looking for support and comfort.
"Midge, I--" He takes a deep breath. "You know I want to support you in everything, right? I always want to be there for you when you need me. But this... won't they think I'm pushing you into this? Won't I be an outsider in a family matter?"
"Technically, sure. But I'm trying to inspire you to improve your life. To feel less shame about your choice. I want you to stand up for yourself because you feel it, and because you deserve it. Not just because I'm telling you to."
“I didn’t even realize that there was a problem until you convinced me that there might be one.”
Midge pauses, considering for a moment. “You’re trying not to antagonize them, which is probably for the best. They don’t need any more reasons to dislike you. I’ll figure out how and when I want to speak with them.”
"Oh, come on. You did agree that their comments hurt. I'm just trying to convince you to do something about it."
Jaskier nods at the rest - that makes sense. He doesn't expect her to just drop the topic over lunch tomorrow; it must be difficult to process. Even if she does this alone, he can't help but wonder if they'll blame his influence on her anyway.
After a pause, he cups her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
Midge sighs softly. “Drained,” she replies. It’s probably her own fault for bringing up serious topics on what was supposed to be a fun sexy night, but these are the intimate times when she and Jaskier are able to speak to each other about such things. “I’m going to take off my clothes. Lie with me?”
It's not like he didn't bring up the heavy subjects, too, so they're even. But as draining as it can be, it's a good sign to have someone they feel comfortable discussing these things with.
"Sorry, love." He meant it when he said he hates making her cry. "Of course. I shall always be your pillow." And he lies down on his own pile of pillows for extra comfortable cuddling.
“It’s alright.” Midge gives him a soft kiss before getting up.
After hanging his robe back up in the closet, Midge sits down on the edge of his bed. She unhooks the garters that are attached to her stockings, then pushes each stocking down her leg and off of her foot. Then, she unclasps the eyelets that are helping to hold the bodice on and pulls that up over her head. She folds the clothes and puts them nearly on Jaskier’s chair.
Now naked, Midge gets back into bed and cuddles up next to him. “I love being held by you.”
Jaskier takes off his robe too, but he doesn't feel like moving. Instead, he hangs it from the headboard. He gets comfortable on the pillows and rests his hands on his stomach, his blue eyes following her every move. The mood is tense right now, so he concentrates on not letting his dick get any ideas, but that doesn't mean he can't admire the fantastic view.
"Gods," he exhales. "You're so fucking beautiful." As soon as she gets closer, he covers their bodies with the sheets before wrapping his arms around her. A kiss lands on top of her head. "I love holding you, too. It was very nice sleeping on your thighs, as well. One day, I have to try the same on your tits." A lighthearted comment to try to lighten the mood.
"What are you waiting for, then?" Grinning like an idiot, he pulls the top half of her body on so she can lie on top of him. He won't mind if she wants to bring her whole body on top, but he'll let her decide. "First hairy pillow in the world."
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It's almost a squeal. Jaskier stares at Midge for a second or two, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish. He wasn't prepared for such a question and his first instinct is to say that is a terrible idea, but he can't just go for that answer when she's looking for support and comfort.
"Midge, I--" He takes a deep breath. "You know I want to support you in everything, right? I always want to be there for you when you need me. But this... won't they think I'm pushing you into this? Won't I be an outsider in a family matter?"
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He’s right though. That’s exactly what they’ll think. And honestly, they won’t necessarily be wrong to do so.
“Is that not what you’re technically doing?”
Midge would have gone on with things as they are if Jaskier hadn’t said anything about it.
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A little sigh as he rubs his forehead. Dammit.
"Technically, sure. But I'm trying to inspire you to improve your life. To feel less shame about your choice. I want you to stand up for yourself because you feel it, and because you deserve it. Not just because I'm telling you to."
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Midge pauses, considering for a moment. “You’re trying not to antagonize them, which is probably for the best. They don’t need any more reasons to dislike you. I’ll figure out how and when I want to speak with them.”
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Jaskier nods at the rest - that makes sense. He doesn't expect her to just drop the topic over lunch tomorrow; it must be difficult to process. Even if she does this alone, he can't help but wonder if they'll blame his influence on her anyway.
After a pause, he cups her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
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"Sorry, love." He meant it when he said he hates making her cry. "Of course. I shall always be your pillow." And he lies down on his own pile of pillows for extra comfortable cuddling.
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After hanging his robe back up in the closet, Midge sits down on the edge of his bed. She unhooks the garters that are attached to her stockings, then pushes each stocking down her leg and off of her foot. Then, she unclasps the eyelets that are helping to hold the bodice on and pulls that up over her head. She folds the clothes and puts them nearly on Jaskier’s chair.
Now naked, Midge gets back into bed and cuddles up next to him. “I love being held by you.”
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"Gods," he exhales. "You're so fucking beautiful." As soon as she gets closer, he covers their bodies with the sheets before wrapping his arms around her. A kiss lands on top of her head. "I love holding you, too. It was very nice sleeping on your thighs, as well. One day, I have to try the same on your tits." A lighthearted comment to try to lighten the mood.
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“They’re very comfortable, I’ve been told.”
Midge isn’t sure if she has another round in her tonight, but Jaskier might be able to convince her. Otherwise, there’s always tomorrow morning.
“I’d like to sleep on yours too.”
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