"Oh! That's all? You scared me for a moment there."
He kisses the top of the head before moving to the mirror to start taking care of his hair and put some creams on his skin.
"We can ask reception on the way to the restaurant. I don't think Leah would let anyone get a ground-floor room; she wants to keep a high standard for her wedding. But I don't know if your parents will get a beach view."
His beauty routine doesn't stop, but his eyes follow her naked form to the bathroom. Her comment makes him chuckle.
"You can thank my charms for that. The lead singer can't be breathing in some dingy room with no windows, imagine what that would do to my lungs." Nothing, he's just being dramatic.
"Alright," he says with a nod, and admires her butt as she enters the shower.
Once he's done with his routine, Jaskier gets dressed and throws his wallet and his phone in his pocket - only to remember that they're going to fuck on the beach later. He decides to grab his satchel instead so he can bring a towel.
When Midge comes out, he's at the table going over his songwriting notes.
Midge takes a brief shower, then dries off and returns to the bedroom.
“You asked me if there was anything else,” she says. “No. Just Mama and Papa arguing about how many outfits she’s bringing and what time they should leave.” Midge sighs and pulls on her underwear. “I just want this weekend to go well.”
For her parents and Jaskier. Leah’s wedding could be a disaster for all Midge cares.
Standing behind him, she wraps her arms around his shoulders. “What are you working on?”
"Ah, of course. I bet your father has even fewer clothes than Geralt." Jaskier will be surprised to be wrong about that. "We'll make it go well. Even if it means summoning a kraken from the sea as a distraction."
When she hugs him, he smiles and throws his head over her shoulder.
"Just going over my notes for the wedding set. Most songs are covers, but it'll also be the debut for some of my own work."
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He kisses the top of the head before moving to the mirror to start taking care of his hair and put some creams on his skin.
"We can ask reception on the way to the restaurant. I don't think Leah would let anyone get a ground-floor room; she wants to keep a high standard for her wedding. But I don't know if your parents will get a beach view."
Oh, gods, don't let them invade his room.
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She finally strips off her bathing suit and brings it to the bathroom to hang up.
“I’m surprised that we got one, to be honest,” Midge calls.
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His beauty routine doesn't stop, but his eyes follow her naked form to the bathroom. Her comment makes him chuckle.
"You can thank my charms for that. The lead singer can't be breathing in some dingy room with no windows, imagine what that would do to my lungs." Nothing, he's just being dramatic.
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She’ll take a full shower later, after which she can hopefully dry and set her hair.
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"Alright," he says with a nod, and admires her butt as she enters the shower.
Once he's done with his routine, Jaskier gets dressed and throws his wallet and his phone in his pocket - only to remember that they're going to fuck on the beach later. He decides to grab his satchel instead so he can bring a towel.
When Midge comes out, he's at the table going over his songwriting notes.
No I just got distracted and didn’t answer it LOL
“You asked me if there was anything else,” she says. “No. Just Mama and Papa arguing about how many outfits she’s bringing and what time they should leave.” Midge sighs and pulls on her underwear. “I just want this weekend to go well.”
For her parents and Jaskier. Leah’s wedding could be a disaster for all Midge cares.
Standing behind him, she wraps her arms around his shoulders. “What are you working on?”
lmao you could've told me and I would've edited
When she hugs him, he smiles and throws his head over her shoulder.
"Just going over my notes for the wedding set. Most songs are covers, but it'll also be the debut for some of my own work."