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Laughing. "Can't I do both?" In return, he kisses her forehead. "I had a great time too. Thanks for cooking for everyone. And for, well. Dealing with them. I know they aren't the easiest people out there."

“You do both very well,” Midge agrees, then shrugs. “I like them, honestly. Though I’m used to dealing with difficult people.”

She hopes with everything in her that Jaskier’s next meeting with her family goes well. All she wants is for them to accept him, and vice versa.

He can't help but snort. "We really know how to pick them." One last kiss before he yawns. "Good night, dear."

They didn't do the fucking in front of the mirror, but they're both physically tired after their outing and emotionally exhausted, so a deep sleep in each other's arms is exactly what they need. Jaskier's body can tell the difference in sleeping on his own bed, and he truly wishes he could keep Midge there with him.

Between the exhaustion and being in the comfort of home, he doesn't wake up early this time. He cuddles close and ignores the sounds of Geralt waking up at too-damn-early-o'clock to train in the garden. He's used to it anyway; it's almost comforting.

Midge always sleeps comfortably when she’s with Jaskier. It’s almost as good as sleeping in her own bed. Every time when she accidentally moves away in the night, Jaskier pulls her in closer, like a child with a favorite teddy bear. The teddy bear isn’t complaining though.

She too hears Geralt in the yard below. Midge hums sleepily and tucks her head under Jaskier’s chin.

Not much time passes before another noise follows: Ciri getting ready for school. It's her very loud "bye" that pulls Jaskier out of dreamland, because he's developed an instinct to keep an eye on her. But he's still half asleep when he buries his face in Midge's neck and mumbles something about breakfast in the kitchen.

Kids. They’re excellent at not letting a person sleep.

Midge grumbles and stretches, but doesn’t get out of bed yet. “You awake?” she murmurs to Jaskier’s prone form next to her.

"Define 'awake'," he mumbles against her neck. "Good morning," he finally decides on and kisses whatever patch of her skin his mouth can find. "Sleep well, love?"

“Conscious,” she replies, barely conscious herself. Midge reaches out to touch Jaskier’s hair and stroke her fingers down his back. “I always sleep well with you.”

Her lips find his for a gentle good morning kiss.

Now this is what he calls a wake-up call. Jaskier happily kisses her back, slowly and gently, just basking in the morning warmth of waking up next to someone.

He smiles. "You're better than breakfast."

Waking up next to him is one of her most favorite things in the world.

“Am I?” she asks. “Does that mean you’re going to eat me up?”

Double entendre very much intended.

"And people think I am horny..." he says while laughing, obviously delighted by her teasing. "Maybe I should cover you in honey and have you for breakfast."

“I never denied being horny,” Midge replies, “especially when it comes to you.”

She laughs at that image. “Aren’t I already sweet enough?”

"The absolute sweetest," he replies before he starts kissing her neck. If she's proud of being as horny as he is, he's going to take advantage of it, thank you very much. "A sweet personality, a sweet mouth, and the sweetest cunt."

She sighs when Jaskier presses his lips to her neck. Her fingers immediately thread through his hair.

“I’ve always been told that I have a dirty mouth,” Midge says.

A chuckle. "Can't it both?" he asks before capturing her mouth in a kiss - this one definitely more passionate. Calloused hands are already exploring her body.

When the kiss breaks, he grins. "Yep, definitely both. You taste like a sweet mother and my cum."

Midge actually gives a little gasp at that assessment, but she recovers quickly enough to play along.

“You love that I’m both, don’t you?” She gives a little shiver as Jaskier’s hands move over her curves. “I’m a good girl with a dirty side? A mother who still enjoys sucking her boyfriend’s cock?”

Her hands aren’t as exploratory as his. One goes right for his cock, fingers wrapping around it.

"You are- fuck," he curses when her hand wraps around his cock, his whole body shivering in delight. His cock is just starting to wake up, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like the attention. "I take it back, you're not a good girl, you are a very naughty, naughty girl. Evil, even."

He kisses her again while his hands grope her arse.

Midge will always love the way that he reacts to her. Jaskier makes her feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

It’s her turn to gasp dramatically. “Evil? How dare you. I’ll have you know that I’m a perfect lady, sweet and kind and not at all teasing.”

Meanwhile, her hand slowly strokes up the length of his cock.

He wants to laugh, and he starts doing so, but it's soon replaced by a moan.

"Sweet and kind my arse - which happens to be cuter than yours." He doesn't truly think so, he thinks they're both nice in different ways - but this is now a teasing war. After pulling her hips closer, his hands make their way up and play with her breasts.

Midge scoffs. “Okay, now I’m really offended. My ass is adorable.” She’s not actually offended, but come on, Jaskier.

She gives his cock a little squeeze and hums softly when he starts to play with her breasts.

"It is, but mine is obviously-- ffffuck.."

Oh, that squeeze is just an evil, evil move. How dare she be so good to him, the nerve! In return, his mouth quickly moves down to her tit to nibble a wonderful hickey on the underboob.

Midge bursts out laughing, giving a little squeal when he starts to suck on her breast.

“You love marking me, don’t you?” she teases. “Though you always choose places that nobody can see.”

Her fingers tease over his cock, stroking softly as he gets harder.

Well, that sure is an interesting comment. Jaskier pauses for just one second, but he makes sure to finish that hickey before looking into her eyes.

"Because you didn't want to have them on stage," he explains. He tilts his head. "Do you want me to make them visible?"

He bets her parents would love them.

“I didn’t want them when nobody knew about us because I didn’t know how to explain them. It’s different now that we’re together.”

Midge leans forward to kiss his mouth for a moment before continuing.

“If you put one where it will be visible, I won’t protest. There’s always makeup if it’s incredibly obvious.”

Her parents can deal with it. They’re going to be dealing with a lot of stuff over the next few weeks and months.

"I won't protest? Oh, gee, I don't know what to do with all this enthusiasm!" he replies sarcastically, unsure of what to make of her answer. "Miriam. Do you want visible hickeys?"

It's not just her parents - people on the street will probably give her looks, too. She's probably brought makeup in her suitcase, but still.

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