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"You read my mind," he replies with a pleased smile. "I've missed you."

In the room, he rushes to drop his bags and satchel on the bed while toeing his shoes off on the way. He waits until Midge has done the same to wrap his arms around her and kiss her again, making it last this time. He tastes her thoroughly and sucks on her tongue before finally letting go.

"I can taste the sunshine on your lips." He tilts his head. "Should we take a quick shower to wash the horse off?"

Midge has missed him too. She loves that she gets to be with him here though. No hiding from her family, no matter how they might feel about her dating someone like Jaskier. The kiss is long and passionate, stirring her arousal and making her want more.

She gives him at sniff at his suggestion. “Probably… though we’ll want to shower after we come up from the beach too. I think you just want me naked and wet.”

"I mean, yes, I always want you naked and wet. But also, if we fuck we'll have to wash up before leaving anyway. And most importantly - I enjoy washing you."

He loves grooming his lovers - it's a different, very special kind of intimacy. And it means even more with Midge, who is very protective of her looks (and for a good reason!). It's an honor for him that she lets him put his hands in her hair.

Jaskier starts gently pushing her toward the bathroom while kissing her again.

"I hope we make use of the tub this weekend, too."

“Oh you do?” she asks innocently. “Why don’t you show me, then?”

Midge takes off her hat, then pulls her shirt up over her head. After toeing off her shoes, she unbuttons her pants and pushes them down.

“I hope so too. It’s a nice hot tub.”

Jaskier follows her lead, getting rid of everything except his underwear before they make it to the bathroom. Here, he finally lets go of her to get the shower water running.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you are today?" he asks before kissing her neck while taking off her bra.

“Not yet,” Midge replies, tilting her head so that Jaskier can kiss her neck. She’s going to try to be a bit more cognizant of hickies in visible places this weekend. “Very rude of you to forget.”

She watches them in the mirror as Jaskier unhooks her bra and pushes the straps down her shoulders.

As much as Jaskier would love to annoy the family, he meant it when he said he wants this to be a nice weekend, so he won't be leaving any visible hickeys. He doesn't even use teeth to tease; he just kisses her as his arms wrap around her to play with her now exposed breasts.

"Truly terrible of me." He buries his mouth in her ear as his groin starts rubbing against her arse. "She smiles, and roses awaken. / The garden listens, the sparrows sing. / Even silence bends its head, / to honor such blossoming grace."

Midge sighs happily as she relaxes into his arms. His touch, his words, make her feel content.

“How do you come up with such poetry so quickly?” she asks as she rubs her ass against his cock.

Jaskier gasps and mumbles a fuck when she returns the rubbing. A playful Midge is a very sexy Midge.

"I'm a damn genius," he says before kissing her cheek. "But that one was an oldie."

His hand slides down her stomach and sneaks under her panties, but he's only teasing - his fingers barely brush her folds before he pulls her panties down. Once Midge steps out of them, Jaskier picks her up without warning and puts her under the shower.

“You have a way with words,” she admits. Being a person who also likes words, Midge thinks it’s very arousing how good of a poet and lyricist he is.

Her breath catches when his hand slips into her panties, and she can feel her pulse start to race. Just as she’s trying to angle his hand to touch her more thoroughly, Jaskier picks her up. With a yelp, she wraps her arms around him before she’s placed down in the shower.

“See? You are a big strong man.”

He laughs while taking off his underwear, revealing that his dick is starting to get hard.

"You're petite, there's a difference. You can make any man feel big and strong."

Then he joins her to kiss her under the water, letting his hands roam and looking for her favorite spots to be touched, which he's memorized by now. Midge without the high heels and the hairdo is even more petite and he loves the way he can envelop her with his body.

"How should I worship you first, my goddess? Hair or body?"

She wraps her arms around him again as they move under the jet of warm water. Something about kissing and touching while in the shower feels so decadent. Maybe it’s the water that heightens all her senses. Midge’s mouth opens against his, deepening the kiss before eventually having to pull back.

“Hair, please,” she replies. The sensation of his fingers in her hair is so pleasurable.

After kissing the tip of her nose, Jaskier moves Midge away from the water and makes her turn around. Then he puts a bit of shampoo on his hand and starts washing her hair, if washing can be the word - at first it's the usual hand movements to create foam and spread it on every inch of hair, but soon it turns into a gentle, relaxing massage.

While he works, he has to sing, of course. To honor their little vacation, he chooses something he heard on the radio recently: "Under the Boardwalk" by The Drifters.

There’s nothing like having your hair washed. It’s the best part of going to the salon. Midge closes her eyes and enjoys the sensation of her lover’s hands in her hair.

When he starts to sing, she joins him, hoping that her off key singing voice doesn’t throw him off too.

He can't help but chuckle between lines when she starts singing along, but it's just the surprise - he doesn't mind at all. In fact, he loves it. She's not that great, but this isn't an art moment, it's a bonding, cute, relaxing moment. Jaskier just basks in the affection and the connection.

Shampoo is followed by rinsing and conditioner. His fingers always move for a massage, and his mouth never stops singing random beach songs from both his homeworld and this one. The conditioner is rinsed as well, but Jaskier is far from done. He gets the soap and covers his hands with foam before wrapping his arms around her.

"Will you let me see you with your hair down one day?" he asks near her ear while his hands start washing her body - and washing means playing with her tits and caressing her belly.

The pampering is wonderful. Midge feels so warm and relaxed as she lets him take care of her. The urge to return the favor is strong, and Midge will do that if he wants once he’s finished with her. At that point, they may be engaged in other activities though.

She rests her head back on his shoulder as Jaskier washes her body, her nipples growing hard from his touch. “You mean not curled?” she asks. “You’re about to see it, I guess.”

It gets frizzy if she doesn’t style it, but she’s trying to let go because they’re at the beach.

“It’s funny, a few years ago I would rather have died than let a man see me at less than my best.”

Her nipples are definitely not the only thing getting hard in here. After kissing her cheek, Jaskier steps back to wash her back, using the same massaging fingering. He keeps his hips away, not wanting to poke her with his erection... yet.

"Please," he says after laughing, his tone teasing. "Hair down? Washed face? Mayhaps just a bit of sweat? It may not be your best, but you're still a fucking gorgeous woman. There's nothing for you to hide here." He squeezes her arse when he washes it too, but he doesn't go for the legs quite yet - he makes her turn around and kisses her softly. "But thanks, love. I know it's hard for you, and that makes it means a lot."

He then crouches and starts washing her legs, caressing them sensually. His face is near her groin, yet he doesn't do anything.

"How long is it without the curling? I could braid it for you to be more comfortable on the beach."

Midge returns his kiss, then watches as he sinks to his knees in front of her. “Oh, you’re about to think I’m Miss America after you’ve seen me at the beach.” Normally, she’d do her hair and put on some makeup, but she doesn’t want to bother after washing it all off in the shower. Besides, she’ll just sweat it off on the beach anyway. She’ll go natural for him.

Her pulse picks up as she looks down at him in that position. “It goes down a little past my shoulders,” she tells him. “You can braid it. I haven’t had my hair in a braid since I was a girl.”

"I don't know Miss America, but I bet you're still prettier."

When she agrees to let him braid her hair, his face beams with the brightest smile.

"Thanks, love. You honor me." He kisses the top of her mound and grins. "Now for the most important question - you want my mouth, or my cock?"

Midge smiles, pleased that he’s so happy about braiding her hair. Sometimes it’s easy to make him happy.

She lets out a ragged breath at his question. “Your mouth,” she answers. It’s hard not to want that when he’s so close to it and can make her come so hard with his tongue.

"My mouth shall worship you, then."

Jaskier makes her step back under the shower so the water can wash the soap off her and he can get properly wet too. Fingers digging into her thighs, he opens her legs just enough to bury his tongue between her folds, licking her from top to bottom and teasing her entrance like a starving man finding a feast.

“And I hope your cock will worship me afterwards.” Midge doesn’t want to leave him deprived.

Once he starts to open her legs, Midge puts one of her feet up on the edge of the tub. She leans back against the wet tile wall for purchase. A shiver goes through her body as Jaskier starts to lick her, covering the whole area between her legs.

“Fuck…” she breathes.

He can't stop the little moan that escapes his lips when she lifts her leg, opening more room for Jaskier to just bury his face against her cunt.

"I love the way you open up for me."

His hand leaves her raised leg so calloused fingertips can start teasing her entrance, leaving his mouth free to close around her clit, sucking with gusto. He loves the way the water runs down their bodies and keeps his eyes up, admiring the drops sliding down her breasts.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Midge replies. His mouth and tongue and fingers are absolutely perfect. She digs her hands in his wet hair as her eyes meet his. Slowly, she rocks her hips against his fingers, wanting more as his mouth closes around her clit. Soft moans echo off the bathroom walls.

The real proof that they're in a fancy place is the incredible acoustics of the bathroom. Midge truly is making music with her moans.

Jaskier hums his approval of her hands in his hair, and that hum becomes a groan when she rocks her hips against his mouth, sending vibrations up her cunt. How can he not give her what she needs? He gently penetrates her with two fingers and starts thrusting with as much energy as he's using to suck her clit, his tongue playing with the nub for extra teasing.

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happy new year!

you too!

(Writer unknown)

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Sorry for disappearing, had my parents over for dinner

np!

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