Midge gives a little yelp of pleasure when he thrusts hard. Her eyes are locked on the mirror. Hopefully Jaskier will forgive her for paying more attention their reflections than him this one time.
She’s working herself up nicely when she can feel a muscle start to seize in her leg. The gasp she gives now is one of pain.
A reflection of them, so that still counts as attention in his eyes.
As soon as he hears that gasp, Jaskier stops thrusting.
"Fuck," he curses as he pulls out. His cock is hard and wet, but he ignores it while he gently puts her leg down before massaging it. "Is this good? Should I get the oil?"
they have plenty of hot sex, so they can have some fail sex
She’s glad that he stops, although he isn’t the type of man who would keep plowing on if his partner was in pain. Midge hisses as she gently lowers the leg to the bed.
“Massage is fine… a little lower.”
The muscle locks up again and Midge lets out a long owwwwwww. Fucking hell of a time to get a cramp.
I love it. Also ironic to get this tag while I'm watching her fail at the garbage man show
Jaskier lowers his hands as soon as she requests it, but that long ow breaks his heart.
"Oh, darling..." So much for trusting him with this, huh?
He leaves her side but not the bed - he just needs to reach over the edge to grab his chamomile oil from his nightstand. Now he can properly sit next to her and gently put her legs on top of his. He pours some oil on his hands and rubs them to warm them up before going back to massaging her leg. He gives fucking good massages, he didn't lie about that.
"Stretching before sex?" He chuckles. "Please tell me we aren't that old."
When Midge relaxes, Jaskier lies on his side next to her and kisses her forehead. He can't help smiling, because she's being cute but also because the situation is amusing.
"Why are you apologizing? It's not like you did it on purpose. It happens! I've been there too. This isn't even close to the worst sex I've had." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a sweet gesture that doesn't match where his mouth goes next. "I puked on a bloke's cock once."
"Yes, but I'm preeeeetty sure he triggered it when he pushed his cock too far into my mouth," he explains with an annoyed face. He doesn't share that he had been drinking and chose a very thick cock because Yennefer had been around and he wanted to forget.
He squeezes her hand. "Geralt puked in a brothel once. We had to pay for the cleaning. And I never told you this."
“Oh,” she replies. She’d been hoping that it wasn’t because someone was rough with him. Midge kisses his temple.
“I nearly puked on Joel once, which is why I don’t drink tequila anymore,” Midge continues. “It’s funny imagining someone as good-looking as Geralt having to go to a brothel, but you said it was different where you come from.” He was considered to be a mutant freak.
He laughs at the mental image and doesn't say that he wishes she had puked on Joel. It would've been bad for her, too, not fair for poor Midge.
"I only tried tequila once, but it seems you aren't missing much." Jaskier's speedrun to get Mexico to hate him. He plays with her hair while he nods. "They considered him a monster, so most women wouldn't sleep with him. And whores charged him extra. Half of them smelled terrified, so it wasn't even that good for him in the end." He sighs. "I had to go to the brothel a couple of times, too. I prefer meeting people organically, but they considered me dirty by association. Witcher's whore and all the crap."
Never letting go of Midge's hand, he rests on his back and stares at the ceiling, thinking about the past few months and their lives in this world. "It's still hard to believe the way women start at him here. Not unearned, mind you, it's just... new. And frustrating, because of course this finally happens to him now that he can't take advantage of it." He shakes his head. "Destiny is a cruel mistress."
“He’s exotic-looking, for sure, and doesn’t look like most men here, but I’m sure that’s part of the appeal. That grumpy aloof thing does it for some women too.”
Midge meant what she said last night though. Jaskier is a much better match for her. They’re like butterflies drawn to each other’s flames.
She brushes her thumb over the back of Jaskier’s hand. “Geralt doesn’t strike me as the type of person to sleep with everything that moves, unlike some people I know.” Her tone of voice is fond.
since Geralt didn't peek during his bath with Yen, this is 100% canon :)
He brings her hand up to kiss it, but it's interrupted when he has to laugh pretty hard.
"He may not be as slutty as I am, but I assure you that he enjoys one-night stands as well. Well, he did, before going serious with Yennefer. And she's not shy about sex either." He chuckles when he remembers something. "If I'm not mistaken, I saw her tits before he did!"
He may be a slut, but he’s her slut now. Midge has become a bit of a slut for him too. No other relationship has made her want sex as often as she does with him. Maybe she’s just letting go of some inhibitions.
“This country is very puritanical about sex.” She pauses, realizing that he might not know what that word means. “Prude. Because it was founded by Puritans, who were exceptionally prude and closed-minded. You would have hated them.
Did you and Yennefer…?”
That’s not the vibe that Midge got between them, but he does fuck everything that moves.
"So have I noticed. Worry not, so was my home world. You just happened to meet the family of weirdos. Do not take us as models of what our society was like. Divorce and swimsuits already put this place ahead of us."
Not gonna bring up religion, but boy, does he want to put a lot of blame on it.
The question makes Jaskier laugh the loudest he's laughed since he met Midge. He even covers his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. It's not a typical amused laugh, although there definitely is a bit of amusement in there. It's also mixed with a mess of emotions caused bh years of the messy relationships among the three of them.
"Gods no! The mere idea..." He shakes his head. "We were never like that. She is a very beatiful woman, and I would've hit on her in another conext... but alas." He pokes Midge's ribs. "Don't tell her I said that."
Considering she’s not a Puritan and claims no Puritan ancestry, she doesn’t disagree, but she knows that Jaskier lumps Judaism in with Christianity, even if they’re not even remotely the same to Midge.
He’s never laughed like that at one of her jokes and she wonders if she ought to be offended. “Do I even want to know how you ended up seeing her tits then?”
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She’s working herself up nicely when she can feel a muscle start to seize in her leg. The gasp she gives now is one of pain.
“Ohhh leg cramp.”
lmao yesssssss ty
As soon as he hears that gasp, Jaskier stops thrusting.
"Fuck," he curses as he pulls out. His cock is hard and wet, but he ignores it while he gently puts her leg down before massaging it. "Is this good? Should I get the oil?"
they have plenty of hot sex, so they can have some fail sex
“Massage is fine… a little lower.”
The muscle locks up again and Midge lets out a long owwwwwww. Fucking hell of a time to get a cramp.
I love it. Also ironic to get this tag while I'm watching her fail at the garbage man show
"Oh, darling..." So much for trusting him with this, huh?
He leaves her side but not the bed - he just needs to reach over the edge to grab his chamomile oil from his nightstand. Now he can properly sit next to her and gently put her legs on top of his. He pours some oil on his hands and rubs them to warm them up before going back to massaging her leg. He gives fucking good massages, he didn't lie about that.
And of course, he hums while doing it.
omggg
The oil is actually nice, with a soothing scent. Her leg finally stops spasming and Midge relaxes on the bed as Jaskier keeps rubbing the pain away.
“Shit… I’m sorry.”
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When Midge relaxes, Jaskier lies on his side next to her and kisses her forehead. He can't help smiling, because she's being cute but also because the situation is amusing.
"Why are you apologizing? It's not like you did it on purpose. It happens! I've been there too. This isn't even close to the worst sex I've had." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a sweet gesture that doesn't match where his mouth goes next. "I puked on a bloke's cock once."
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She makes a grossed out face at his confession. “Were you drinking?” she asks.
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He squeezes her hand. "Geralt puked in a brothel once. We had to pay for the cleaning. And I never told you this."
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“I nearly puked on Joel once, which is why I don’t drink tequila anymore,” Midge continues. “It’s funny imagining someone as good-looking as Geralt having to go to a brothel, but you said it was different where you come from.” He was considered to be a mutant freak.
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"I only tried tequila once, but it seems you aren't missing much." Jaskier's speedrun to get Mexico to hate him. He plays with her hair while he nods. "They considered him a monster, so most women wouldn't sleep with him. And whores charged him extra. Half of them smelled terrified, so it wasn't even that good for him in the end." He sighs. "I had to go to the brothel a couple of times, too. I prefer meeting people organically, but they considered me dirty by association. Witcher's whore and all the crap."
Never letting go of Midge's hand, he rests on his back and stares at the ceiling, thinking about the past few months and their lives in this world. "It's still hard to believe the way women start at him here. Not unearned, mind you, it's just... new. And frustrating, because of course this finally happens to him now that he can't take advantage of it." He shakes his head. "Destiny is a cruel mistress."
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Midge meant what she said last night though. Jaskier is a much better match for her. They’re like butterflies drawn to each other’s flames.
She brushes her thumb over the back of Jaskier’s hand. “Geralt doesn’t strike me as the type of person to sleep with everything that moves, unlike some people I know.” Her tone of voice is fond.
since Geralt didn't peek during his bath with Yen, this is 100% canon :)
"He may not be as slutty as I am, but I assure you that he enjoys one-night stands as well. Well, he did, before going serious with Yennefer. And she's not shy about sex either." He chuckles when he remembers something. "If I'm not mistaken, I saw her tits before he did!"
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“This country is very puritanical about sex.” She pauses, realizing that he might not know what that word means. “Prude. Because it was founded by Puritans, who were exceptionally prude and closed-minded. You would have hated them.
Did you and Yennefer…?”
That’s not the vibe that Midge got between them, but he does fuck everything that moves.
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Not gonna bring up religion, but boy, does he want to put a lot of blame on it.
The question makes Jaskier laugh the loudest he's laughed since he met Midge. He even covers his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. It's not a typical amused laugh, although there definitely is a bit of amusement in there. It's also mixed with a mess of emotions caused bh years of the messy relationships among the three of them.
"Gods no! The mere idea..." He shakes his head. "We were never like that. She is a very beatiful woman, and I would've hit on her in another conext... but alas." He pokes Midge's ribs. "Don't tell her I said that."
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He’s never laughed like that at one of her jokes and she wonders if she ought to be offended. “Do I even want to know how you ended up seeing her tits then?”