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shot through the heart (for allbedestroyed)

This is definitely the most unique first date that Midge has ever been on.

Despite the fact that Robert took her to his company party one night and came out to see her show the next night, this outing is their official first date. And it’s to a shooting range outside of the city. Certainly not what Midge would have picked, but she’s open to new experiences. She doesn’t think she’s ever held a real gun, let alone shot one. She’d be more nervous if Robert wasn’t with her. He’s so calm and steady that it should keep her from panicking too much. It helps that he’s an expert shot as well. Midge just hopes that he’s a patient teacher.

They managed to get a warmer than usual day for December in New York with the sun shining brightly overhead. Midge is wearing a sweater and a pair of trousers with her coat and a hat. They’re going to be spending the day outside, so she had to dress sensibly, though still fashionably, of course. They packed a picnic lunch to eat on the grounds after they shoot, and Midge brought along a big thermos of tea to hopefully keep them warm. Tea because he’s English. She made an assumption.

The range is about 30 minutes outside of the city and Midge watches the fields go by as the two of them race through the countryside in his rented car.

“How did you hear about this place?” she asks.

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Muldoon leans on one leg, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow at her. He assumes it's purely joking, but he can't help teasing back, "That is the wrong thing to say if you're looking for me to stop."

He doesn't expect she's as truly impressed as she looks, but she's being a perfect partner regardless. His mouth is going to hurt after all this smiling.

“Keep going and I’ll drag you there myself.”

The way he leans shows off his thigh muscles and now she really is getting hot and bothered. Now probably isn’t the time, but it’s not as if she can help it. He’s put the safety back on the gun, so Midge feels comfortable approaching him. Her fingers play at the collar to his shirt and the buttons down the front of it.

“That was more impressive than I thought it would be,” Midge tells him.

Muldoon is quiet for a moment, taking in the closeness, and the flirting, and trying not to jump her bones then and there.

"Alright," he says after a second. "With that sort of talk you only have two options. One, head to the car and I'll follow with the bags, so we can go somewhere private. Or two, I'll do another round and see how well you drag me to the car."

She bites her lip. Robert is the sort of man who can only be teased so far before things become deadly serious for him. Not that Midge wasn’t intending to deliver, but he’s ready to take her up on it right now.

She weighs the two options. While Midge can be stubborn as a mule, she doesn’t think she could actually drag him anywhere — though she hopes he’d come along willingly. She signals her choice of option one by giving him a little smile and taking off her ear protectors and putting them on the table. After closing up the thermos of tea, she takes her purse and heads off to the car, pausing only once to glance over her shoulder at him.

Not that she really needs to worry that he won’t follow her.

Muldoon watches her for a moment before slowly starting to gather up the weapons and put them away. As soon as she's out of sight, where she can't see his eagerness, he hurries his actions. It doesn't take him long at all to pack everything away and trot after her.

Of course as soon as he's potentially in sight, he switches to a his usual gait. As if he isn't ready to run after her. But even if he's making sure to appear as casual as possible, he can't help swinging the car keys cheerily as he catches up to her.

The car is locked, so Midge leans against it to wait for Robert with the keys. He seems quite casual when he shows up, especially for a man who just suggested that they fuck in a car. Not that Midge is complaining about it. She gives him a sly smile when he approaches.

“Got everything?”

"I've got you, and that's all that really matters," he quips. But he does have everything. Of course he has everything. He's simply determined to play it as cool as possible.

Unlocking the car, he opens the passenger door for her before putting the guns in the boot, and circling round to the driver's side.

"There's a turn down the road to somewhere with a bit more privacy," he explains, starting up the car.

“Did you happen to notice that earlier?” Midge teases. He probably wasn’t planning any of this, because his mind doesn’t seem to be as dirty as Midge’s is.

Once they’re both in the car, Midge can’t help but steal a kiss from him before he starts to drive.

"I did," he answers coyly before admitting, "But only because I plan all my routes meticulously."

The kiss breaks his cool demeanour with a crooked grin as he pulls out of the car park. He's right about the turn not being far. It barely takes a few minutes before he's pulling in again.

"You should have known you were going to get me hot and bothered when you brought the tea."

Midge laughs out loud at that. “You’re right. I should have realized that tea is an aphrodisiac for the British. That was my fault.”

She unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to look at him, leaning against the car door. She’s playing it coy now, looking at him with big eyes and a sweet smile. Completely innocent. Robert looks like a lion who’s had his tail pulled too many times and is ready to pounce on her. That’s exactly what she wants.

“But I’m glad it worked.”

Muldoon unclips his seatbelt and can't help smiling when he looks over at her. She's looking at him, sweet as anything, as if she wasn't playing with his shirt a few minutes ago.

Well he's not grabbing her over the gearbox, so after eyeing her up, he gets out of the car. They can get into the back if they want, but first thing's first. He opens up her door and offers a hand. It's a bit of a trick, really. As soon as she accepts it, he pulls her close suddenly, closes the door, and then presses her up against the car with a kiss.

Such a gentleman, helping her into the backseat where they’ll have more room to do whatever they feel like. Midge graciously puts her hand in his and gets out of the car.

She’s not expecting to be pushed up against the car and she gasps a little in surprise. Then, she wraps her arms around him and holds him close as he kisses her, her mouth opening against his.

A little surprise is good, reminding her of the excitement of being with a man who can handle a rifle as naturally as breathing. His hands run along her body, down the curves of her waist and her hips.

His tongue meets hers and it takes everything in him not to nip her lip when he pulls back for a breath. As much as he would happily stay out here, he suspects she might not be so eager. Taking the pause in their making out, he opens the backseat door and offers her a hand in.

Sex outside might be a consideration for them someday, but Midge is going to need a bit more assured privacy than this. They’re still too close to the road.

She sighs happily at the sensation of his hands all over her body. He’s more than welcome to give her little nips, because she knows that he likes doing it. It feels good for her too.

After allowing him to help her into the backseat, Midge reaches down to untie her boots.

“What a day to wear pants, eh?” Pants make it harder for her, but not impossible. They just need to come off.

Since they're pausing for shoes, he follows suit. He's used to getting a little dirty, so he doesn't need to follow her in immediately. She has more room to work with that way.

Her comment is met with a cheeky grin. "Don't worry, I'll volunteer to help you get them off."

“I have no doubt.” Fortunately, Midge can manage pretty well on her own. Her boots hit the floor of the car, then she lifts her hips to slide her pants down her legs and off.

“Get in here,” she says teasingly, reaching for his hand.

He is more than willing to hop in after her. Admittedly he never imagined he'd be in the back of the car, but any slight awkwardness or discomfort is well worth it. That much he's certain of.

As soon as he's inside, he closes the door and then cups her face to kiss her. They might not be out on the African plains, but something about seeing Midge staring down the barrel of a rifle really does it for him.

She returns the kiss while slipping off her panties. Once naked from the waist down, Midge pauses the kiss for just a moment so that she can straddle Robert’s lap. After she’s settled, she resumes kissing him. Her hands tug at his belt buckle, pulling the belt open.

Somehow he hadn't expected that she'd want to get right to him, but it only fuels his excitement. Midge knows what she wants and is completely unafraid to go for it. Something Muldoon is not used to, but he's all too happy with.

His hands slip under her blouse so that he can feel along her body and cup her breasts in their bra. They might be confined by the space and their clothing, but it still feels utterly indulgent to touch her like this. The only time he pauses is when Midge undoes his belt and he stops to help shuffle his clothing down his hips. His cock is more than ready for her.

If he’s ready for her, then there’s no sense in waiting much longer. When he reaches under her shirt, Midge peels it up over her head and off. Robert is welcome to unsnap her bra if he wants to touch her breasts more fully.

Midge perches on his muscular thighs and looks down between their bodies at his cock, already standing at attention.

“You really liked watching me shoot that rifle, didn’t you?” she teases, leaning in to lay kisses on his neck. She deftly unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt so that she can run her fingers through his chest hair.

"You looked so strong and confident and beautiful," he says as he works on her bra before pausing to add, "More than you usually do."

With that he undoes the last clasp and gets it off of her as fast as he can. It's much nicer to feel her without that fabric in the way. He kisses her neck and her collar, both hands feeling out the fullness of her breasts, before one hand slides down to touch between her legs.

"You didn't mind watching me shoot, either," he growls.

“Yeah?” She grins at his compliment, glad that she could turn him on, even if it was by holding a gun. Once her bra is unclasped, she slides it down her arms and off. Midge sighs happily when Robert cups her breasts fully in his hands. She loves when he touches like that, not holding back or hesitating.

Her breath hitches when his hand moves down between her legs, and she moans softly. Robert will find that Midge is very wet for him, and has been for a while.

“I loved it,” she breathes, her hips starting to rock slowly against his hand. “I didn’t know that watching a man shoot could be so sexy.”

If there was any encouragement needed to continue touching her, seeing her move like that would be more than enough. The only difficulty is in his competing desires to enjoy watching her, but also to kiss her.

"You wanted masculine," he points out between kisses, half teasing, half daring her to contradict him. "Now you know I can protect you, hunt for you, fight for you."

He'd do all of that for her in a heartbeat. It's difficult not to feel that especially strongly at this moment.

The noise she makes in response is somewhere between a moan and a sigh. What he’s saying might not be dirty, but it’s pushing every single one of her buttons.

“Fuck…” she whispers. Then, louder: “Yes… you wouldn’t let anything hurt me.” The idea of his protection is, for whatever reason, a huge turn on for her. Maybe she sees it as a type of loyalty, one that was lacking in her previous marriage.

Now that he’s touching her, she can’t help but feel a little greedy, with hopes that he might indulge her. Midge presses her nails into his shoulder through his shirt and puts her lips to his ear. “Put your fingers inside me.”

Truthfully, he half suspects it's simply his voice that's appealing as he speaks. His accent, even with Kenyan influence, is British enough to be considered sexy. That, and the clear declaration that he wants her, that she's desired. The warden isn't well practiced in dirty talk, but letting Midge knows she's wanted is an easy task. Mostly he's just happy she seems to enjoy it.

Just like he enjoys the pinch in his shoulder and her breathy command. His eyebrow twitches and he looks at her, as if considering her words. In reality, he just wants to watch her reaction as her runs his middle finger along her and then slides it inside her, savouring her reaction before his index finger follows suit.

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