"Gentlemen Prefer Blondes?" He sounds skeptical. "I don't think I'll like that movie." It sounds like he'll have issues with some dating bullshit. He laughs pretty hard at Midge's idea. "Spite makeovers! I love it."
He gasps dramatically when she calls him useful. "The hair has truly transformed you into a viscountess! You want nothing from me but my cock and my servitude!" It's all teasing, of course. He smiles at the kiss. "You're welcome. You look wonderful. Oh!"
Jaskier rushes back to his satchel to get his camera, which he puts on the dresser with a timer. Then he makes Midge stand up and wraps his arm around her waist, kissing her cheek for the picture.
"This is going to be one of my favorites," he says with a grin. He puts on the hat and the sandals he bought earlier and throws a few things in his satchel before turning to Midge. "Ready to go?" He's practically bouncing.
Midge cracks up when Jaskier says that she’s been transformed into a bossy noblewoman, though she squeals inwardly with delight at being called a viscountess. She does look regal with her hair done like this. “Not at all, my darling viscount, though I do find your cock to be very useful.”
She poses for the picture with him, then gathers what she needs for the beach, including her cover up, hat, sunglasses, and the romance novel she bought at the bookstore. “Ready,” she replies, reaching for his hand.
He puts on his sunglasses as well so they can fully match, then he takes her hand and they finally leave for the elevator.
"So you're planning to read that in public, huh?" he teases as they go down. "What happens when you reach the dirty bits and they make you horny on the beach?"
She smiles slyly at him. “I guess I’ll have to drag you back to the hotel room. The cover of the book is a bit… much though. I’ll have to try to hide it so that nobody is scandalized.”
Midge has seen much worse, and she knows that Jaskier has, but most people in society would find such a book cover to be shocking. She won’t bring it down to the beach when they’re with her parents.
"To the hotel room? Not a nice dark spot behind a big rock?" He snorts at the rest. "Now you're taking the fun out of it!"
Jaskier has, indeed, seen worse. He's also written worse.
It's a short walk to the beach, because of course Leah got a hotel with the perfect location. Jaskier's glee is obvious on his face, and he has to let go of Midge's hand to touch the sand. Once he's confirmed it isn't too hot, he takes off his sandals and sighs contentedly.
"Fuck, it feels good to be back!" he exclaims as he opens his arms and lets the sea breeze caress his face.
“We could just go into the water,” she jokes. They fantasized about that one time. Of course, if they’re making out in the ocean, it might be rather obvious what else they’re doing.
His reaction to the beach is so cute. While he rejoices, she finds a nice place to sit with an umbrella and two lounge chairs. Midge spreads out their towels on the chairs. Then, with a deep breath, she pulls off her cover up, leaving her in a bikini in public for the first time in years.
"We're definitely doing that." Maybe not during the day, but he does want to fuck her in the ocean.
Alright, he must admit that the umbrella and the chairs are nice. He's happy to be back on the beach, but he knows what a pain sand is. As he hangs his satchel on the umbrella's handle, he watches Midge take off her cover-up. There's something bothering her, and he can't tell what - but he knows what he needs to do.
"My gorgeous goddess," he tells her before kissing her cheek. "I'm glad we chose this model, look at the pennants flapping in the wind," he teases while playing with the pennants on her chest. He then leans in a little closer and whispers. "And it seems quite a few people agree with my opinion."
She's definitely gathering looks, so he hopes that helps her with whatever is going through her mind right now.
She laughs when he flicks the pennants on her swimsuit. “I’m a sea-worthy vessel.” His words surprise her though. “Really?”
Midge’s cheeks flush as she tries to look around and determine who might be looking at her. There are two young men sitting not too far away, and both of them seem to be looking in her direction.
Jaskier doesn't reply, he simply steps back and lets her enjoy the attention - she deserves it. He then takes off his shirt and leaves it on his chair before reaching into his satchel for his sunscreen.
"Another fantastic invention," he says while rubbing it on his arms and chest, which starts getting him looks, too. "Would you mind doing my back?"
Hopefully the attention is positive. People are too polite to hit on her when she’s with another man - or to tell her that she looks like a floozy.
“You’ll need to help me too,” Midge says as she rubs the sunscreen on Jaskier’s back. “I don’t mind a little bit of color, but my skin is so pale that it tends to burn.”
The attention is a mix of both - as usual, people are attracted to the sexiness but also have to claim to be offended by it.
"Truth be told, I'm very curious to see how you'd look. Geralt is paler than you, and seeing him burn was hilarious," he replies with obvious amusement. "Worry not, of course I'll help you. I know better than torturing you."
The women watching him are very disappointed by Midge's closeness, and Jaskier chuckles at their expressions. "You've killed their dreams," he says. He isn't a possessive or jealous guy, but Midge is, and he thinks she'll like to know she's scared those women away.
Midge gives him a look. “Otherwise, I’ll have to wear my hat and stay under the umbrella the whole time.” Jaskier doesn’t want that.
“Oh, I didn’t realize,” she says, turning her attention to the other women. It makes sense. Jaskier is a handsome man. “Guess we make a striking couple.”
"But I'd have an excuse to keep you in the tub the whole weekend!" He's kidding. He definitely wants her out and about.
"Of course we do! You never thought about that before?" He takes the sunscreen from her hands and kisses her cheek, so the guys watching her are now disappointed, too. The fact that he starts working on her back definitely doesn't help. "We're both gorgeous, and together we magnify that."
“I don’t think Leah would miss me, but my parents might be upset if I don’t show up for the wedding.”
Midge relaxes into his welcome touch. Any of the other men here don’t stand a chance.
“I seem to recall saying that we were the most fuckable couple in New York?” Midge says unsurely. “Something along those lines. Most fuckable might have been your opinion.”
"Most importantly, I'd be upset if you missed my performance." Priorities.
Although Midge can do the rest of her body herself, Jaskier decides to put sunscreen on her arms as well. He just enjoys touching her.
"Oh! How I could I forget! We were supposed to sell our sex show! Are we doing that before or after the beauty parlor?" he asks while laughing. He puts sunscreen on her exposed belly, too, but restrains himself for once and doesn't do her chest. Look at him, behaving in public. "Are you coming to the water with me, or you'll lounge a little first?"
Midge laughs when he starts to put the sunscreen on the rest of her body. “Way to rub it in to those guys,” she says. Rub it in? Get it?
“Probably before, so that we can drum up business,” she replies. All lotioned up, Midge puts her sunglasses on but foregoes her hat for now. She doesn’t want to ruin the braids. “I’ll go down to the water with you.” She reaches for his hand.
He laughs at the pun. "As if you weren't enjoying those gals' disappointed faces too."
The sunscreen goes back into his satchel along with his necklace, because he doesn't want the water to take it away. Which is also why he raises his eyebrows when she puts on her sunglasses.
"Do you want to lose them to the waves?" he asks as he takes them off her face.
Hand in hand, the very striking couple make their way to the sea, still getting a few admiring looks here and there. They are only a few steps away when Jaskier can't take it anymore: he lets go of Midge's hand and runs ahead to jump into the water, laughing with the purest glee as he resurfaces.
"Are you kidding? It's summer! It's perfect! I'll throw you in a lake at the end of autumn, then you'll know cold." He'll eat his words when it starts snowing in New York.
"But hey, if you even try to stay over there, I'll throw you in the water now, you chicken."
Ooh, more PDA. Jaskier gladly welcomes him as he puts his arms around her waist.
"Very," he replies before kissing her cheek. "Now we are very striking and wet. Which makes us more striking, when you think about it." Wink~ "I realize now that I never asked, do you swim well?"
He never asked if she could swim in the first place, but obviously, she's doing it right now.
It goes against every fiber of Midge’s being to put her head back in the water, but she’s going natural today. Seawater won’t ruin it. Still holding on to Jaskier, Midge leans backwards and lays her head in the water, letting out a relaxed sigh.
"Look at you, being one with the sea. A beautiful mermaid indeed." If it's relaxation she wants, he can help. He kisses her cheek before saying-- "Please trust me."
Then he moves to be next to her instead of in front, and gently moves his arms under her legs to bring them up. Midge will feel a lack of balance for a second, but soon Jaskier has her floating on the water, always keeping a hand on her arm and leg to keep her from slipping away.
She preens, enjoying being his pretty mermaid. “I always trust you,” she replies.
Midge realizes what he’s doing and allows herself to float on the water. “Watch out for waves,” she tells him. They’ll have to ride over them if they don’t want to get faces full of seawater.
"The waves are the best part," he says with a wink. Then he nods, a very bright smile on his face. "Incredibly so. I really missed this. Can you hear the music the sea makes?"
Of course, this inspires him to sing. "♫ The sunlight dances on the surface of an ever-changing sea, and I wonder what it has in store for the depths of you and me. ♫"
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He gasps dramatically when she calls him useful. "The hair has truly transformed you into a viscountess! You want nothing from me but my cock and my servitude!" It's all teasing, of course. He smiles at the kiss. "You're welcome. You look wonderful. Oh!"
Jaskier rushes back to his satchel to get his camera, which he puts on the dresser with a timer. Then he makes Midge stand up and wraps his arm around her waist, kissing her cheek for the picture.
"This is going to be one of my favorites," he says with a grin. He puts on the hat and the sandals he bought earlier and throws a few things in his satchel before turning to Midge. "Ready to go?" He's practically bouncing.
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She poses for the picture with him, then gathers what she needs for the beach, including her cover up, hat, sunglasses, and the romance novel she bought at the bookstore. “Ready,” she replies, reaching for his hand.
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"So you're planning to read that in public, huh?" he teases as they go down. "What happens when you reach the dirty bits and they make you horny on the beach?"
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Midge has seen much worse, and she knows that Jaskier has, but most people in society would find such a book cover to be shocking. She won’t bring it down to the beach when they’re with her parents.
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Jaskier has, indeed, seen worse. He's also written worse.
It's a short walk to the beach, because of course Leah got a hotel with the perfect location. Jaskier's glee is obvious on his face, and he has to let go of Midge's hand to touch the sand. Once he's confirmed it isn't too hot, he takes off his sandals and sighs contentedly.
"Fuck, it feels good to be back!" he exclaims as he opens his arms and lets the sea breeze caress his face.
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His reaction to the beach is so cute. While he rejoices, she finds a nice place to sit with an umbrella and two lounge chairs. Midge spreads out their towels on the chairs. Then, with a deep breath, she pulls off her cover up, leaving her in a bikini in public for the first time in years.
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Alright, he must admit that the umbrella and the chairs are nice. He's happy to be back on the beach, but he knows what a pain sand is. As he hangs his satchel on the umbrella's handle, he watches Midge take off her cover-up. There's something bothering her, and he can't tell what - but he knows what he needs to do.
"My gorgeous goddess," he tells her before kissing her cheek. "I'm glad we chose this model, look at the pennants flapping in the wind," he teases while playing with the pennants on her chest. He then leans in a little closer and whispers. "And it seems quite a few people agree with my opinion."
She's definitely gathering looks, so he hopes that helps her with whatever is going through her mind right now.
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Midge’s cheeks flush as she tries to look around and determine who might be looking at her. There are two young men sitting not too far away, and both of them seem to be looking in her direction.
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"Another fantastic invention," he says while rubbing it on his arms and chest, which starts getting him looks, too. "Would you mind doing my back?"
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“You’ll need to help me too,” Midge says as she rubs the sunscreen on Jaskier’s back. “I don’t mind a little bit of color, but my skin is so pale that it tends to burn.”
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"Truth be told, I'm very curious to see how you'd look. Geralt is paler than you, and seeing him burn was hilarious," he replies with obvious amusement. "Worry not, of course I'll help you. I know better than torturing you."
The women watching him are very disappointed by Midge's closeness, and Jaskier chuckles at their expressions. "You've killed their dreams," he says. He isn't a possessive or jealous guy, but Midge is, and he thinks she'll like to know she's scared those women away.
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“Oh, I didn’t realize,” she says, turning her attention to the other women. It makes sense. Jaskier is a handsome man. “Guess we make a striking couple.”
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"Of course we do! You never thought about that before?" He takes the sunscreen from her hands and kisses her cheek, so the guys watching her are now disappointed, too. The fact that he starts working on her back definitely doesn't help. "We're both gorgeous, and together we magnify that."
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Midge relaxes into his welcome touch. Any of the other men here don’t stand a chance.
“I seem to recall saying that we were the most fuckable couple in New York?” Midge says unsurely. “Something along those lines. Most fuckable might have been your opinion.”
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Although Midge can do the rest of her body herself, Jaskier decides to put sunscreen on her arms as well. He just enjoys touching her.
"Oh! How I could I forget! We were supposed to sell our sex show! Are we doing that before or after the beauty parlor?" he asks while laughing. He puts sunscreen on her exposed belly, too, but restrains himself for once and doesn't do her chest. Look at him, behaving in public. "Are you coming to the water with me, or you'll lounge a little first?"
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“Probably before, so that we can drum up business,” she replies. All lotioned up, Midge puts her sunglasses on but foregoes her hat for now. She doesn’t want to ruin the braids. “I’ll go down to the water with you.” She reaches for his hand.
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The sunscreen goes back into his satchel along with his necklace, because he doesn't want the water to take it away. Which is also why he raises his eyebrows when she puts on her sunglasses.
"Do you want to lose them to the waves?" he asks as he takes them off her face.
Hand in hand, the very striking couple make their way to the sea, still getting a few admiring looks here and there. They are only a few steps away when Jaskier can't take it anymore: he lets go of Midge's hand and runs ahead to jump into the water, laughing with the purest glee as he resurfaces.
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The sand is warm, but the waves that strike her legs are cold, making her squeal. Midge laughs at Jaskier jumping into the water.
“It’s not too cold for you?” she asks as she wades in after him.
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"Are you kidding? It's summer! It's perfect! I'll throw you in a lake at the end of autumn, then you'll know cold." He'll eat his words when it starts snowing in New York.
"But hey, if you even try to stay over there, I'll throw you in the water now, you chicken."
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Midge moves slowly into the water as she gets used to the temperature. Eventually, she makes her way to Jaskier and drapes her arms around him.
“There. Happy?”
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"Very," he replies before kissing her cheek. "Now we are very striking and wet. Which makes us more striking, when you think about it." Wink~ "I realize now that I never asked, do you swim well?"
He never asked if she could swim in the first place, but obviously, she's doing it right now.
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It goes against every fiber of Midge’s being to put her head back in the water, but she’s going natural today. Seawater won’t ruin it. Still holding on to Jaskier, Midge leans backwards and lays her head in the water, letting out a relaxed sigh.
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Then he moves to be next to her instead of in front, and gently moves his arms under her legs to bring them up. Midge will feel a lack of balance for a second, but soon Jaskier has her floating on the water, always keeping a hand on her arm and leg to keep her from slipping away.
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Midge realizes what he’s doing and allows herself to float on the water. “Watch out for waves,” she tells him. They’ll have to ride over them if they don’t want to get faces full of seawater.
She smiles at him. “Happy, darling?”
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Of course, this inspires him to sing. "♫ The sunlight dances on the surface of an ever-changing sea, and I wonder what it has in store for the depths of you and me. ♫"
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a ltitle early for the Beatles but fuck it
fuck it we ball
maybe they should go to London one weekend lol
yess since they can go by portal
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i love it
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totally stealing the analysis from the website lol I'm not good with old English
steal away
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