“She’s very calm,” Midge replies. “But still big.”
After pressing a kiss to the horse’s muzzle, and rolling her eyes at Jaskier giving out yet another card, the two of them leave the stables.
“Yes, because you were on the horse with me. I wasn’t worried about it running off. Plus, I like seeing you happy.” Jaskier had really wanted to ride. “You looked like Prince Charming up there.”
"So I made you feel safe?" he asks with a sweet smile. He isn't exactly a warrior capable of protecting people, so it feels nice to provide that feeling for once.
He doesn't understand the prince reference, but he chuckles because he thinks Midge is nicknaming him. "Mmmh, you did enjoy my charms, didn't you? I remember that hand of yours on my chest." He winks, but his face becomes more serious when he realizes something. "Before you ask, no, I never fucked on a horse."
Her answer makes him catch his breath. Always? That's a big word. A very big and heavy word. He understands the feeling itself, but he's only felt it once in his life, and that's with Geralt. He wants to protect Midge from the world, he truly does - but he's also aware that if a thief jumped on them right now, there's nothing he could do. He wonders if this is the sheltered housewife talking.
At least the rest of the conversation provides a distraction. "And that's why I never did it," he replies with amusement. To be fair, though, he's fucked in other dangerous contexts. "Sooo~ We still have some time before lunch. Where to next? It's fair for you to choose now."
Midge notices his shock. “Why do you seem so surprised by that?” she asks. Feeling safe and having trust in someone are important parts of a relationship.
She takes his hand, lacing their fingers. “I want to go down to the beach, but maybe we should save that for after lunch?” Midge looks over his shoulder at the pamphlet. “There’s a boardwalk with shops.”
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After pressing a kiss to the horse’s muzzle, and rolling her eyes at Jaskier giving out yet another card, the two of them leave the stables.
“Yes, because you were on the horse with me. I wasn’t worried about it running off. Plus, I like seeing you happy.” Jaskier had really wanted to ride. “You looked like Prince Charming up there.”
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He doesn't understand the prince reference, but he chuckles because he thinks Midge is nicknaming him. "Mmmh, you did enjoy my charms, didn't you? I remember that hand of yours on my chest." He winks, but his face becomes more serious when he realizes something. "Before you ask, no, I never fucked on a horse."
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She squints her eyes, picturing that. “Now that seems dangerous,” she says.
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At least the rest of the conversation provides a distraction. "And that's why I never did it," he replies with amusement. To be fair, though, he's fucked in other dangerous contexts. "Sooo~ We still have some time before lunch. Where to next? It's fair for you to choose now."
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She takes his hand, lacing their fingers. “I want to go down to the beach, but maybe we should save that for after lunch?” Midge looks over his shoulder at the pamphlet. “There’s a boardwalk with shops.”