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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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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.

His accent is hot, especially to an American. He also has a deep timbre to his voice, which adds to the sexiness. The words themselves are what she wants to hear though. She loves hearing how much he wants her.

Midge holds his gaze as those fingers that were so recently on the trigger of his rifle are now slid inside her. He’ll notice the slight change of expression as he fills her, a look of desire crossing her face. Leaning in, she kisses him again, sucking gently at his lips.

This time, even though she speaks quietly, she looks directly at him as she asks for what she wants. Robert likes her bold confidence, so that’s what she’ll give him. “Fuck me with your fingers. Rub my clit with your thumb.” After a beat, she adds: “Please?” Because she hasn’t forgotten her manners.

Midge gives his shoulder a dig with her nails as encouragement.

A physical nudge works wonders with the warden. That and clear instructions.

He holds her gaze, eager to watch her expression as his thumb moves over her clit and his fingers start moving in and out of her. Though his voice isn't a whisper, it's low as he tells her, "I'll give you everything you want. Anything you want."

It's impossible not to be flushed with heat as he watches her, as he listens to her, as he feels her. Everything about her is such a turn on he doesn't want to take his eyes off her even for a second.

She’ll have to remember that for the future, since it’s gotten her what she wants.

Midge tosses her head back and moans more loudly this time as his fingers move in and out of her and his thumb circles her clit. Her hips rock back against his hand, eager for more. It’s not going to take him very long to make her come like this.

“Robert…” she gasps, breathless as her pleasure rises. “All I want is you. Mmm, don’t stop…” Midge rests her forehead against his, her lips lightly brushing his.

Whether she's close to coming or not, there's no way he's stopping now. Not when she's enjoying herself so thoroughly, and he's enjoying himself in turn. She's so wet it makes his cock ache.

While he could touch himself, it would be awkward, it might get in the way of her movements and the rhythm they've got. He'd rather wait and savour this, breathing in the little pants slipping from her lips to his. Far from stopping, he speeds up his motions. Just a little. Just enough to increase the intensity that bit more.

"You like that?"

Midge would probably curse him out if he stopped now, and she’s too lost in her own pleasure to think of his at the moment. She’ll be happy to let him take her in whatever position he wants to after she comes though. Hopefully, she’ll be able to come again when he’s inside of her.

Robert isn’t the teasing type, so Midge isn’t worried that he will suddenly withdraw his hand, though she still rides his fingers like they might disappear.

“God, yes. I love it,” she tells him. “I’m gonna come for you…”

Midge can feel herself on the precipice. A few more strokes of his fingers and she’ll fall over the edge.

It's a good thing he has stamina, and that Midge doesn't mind his calloused fingers. Not that it matters much with how slick his fingers are.

There is no way he is going to stop. Watching her move to get her pleasure is as intoxicating as the best whiskey. He can't help himself going just a little bit faster as she gets closer to the edge.

"Come on, Midge," he growls. "Come for me."

“Oh, Robert…”

Her eyes flutter closed and her body stiffens as the orgasm hits her. Midge lets out a long moan of pleasure as her nails dig into his back. Her muscles tighten around his fingers as she rides out her ecstasy. As the waves subside, she collapses against his chest, panting softly against his neck.

Once she's done he pulls his fingers out, rubbing her gently with his palm to ease out the sensation. He kisses her neck and his other hand runs along her body and then rubs her back.

As much as he enjoyed watching her, there's a certain loss of interest in his own pleasure once she's done. Something which clashes with his body's readiness. Still, he takes a certain enjoyment in the discipline of focusing solely on her which causes that uncomfortable clash.

He'd much rather tease her by asking, "Enjoy that, did you?"

Midge laughs breathlessly at his words. “So smug,” she huffs before kissing him, a long, slow kiss. When she pulls back, she speaks again. “I enjoyed it a lot.” Just so he’s perfectly clear about that.

She appreciates that he’s giving her a moment to rest after such a strong orgasm, but she hasn’t forgotten about him. Although, for a moment, she did forget that they were in a car. The sight of the half-fogged windows brings her back to that reality.

“How do you want me?” She asks him. “In your lap like this? On my back? From behind?” It’s his choice after making her feel so fucking good.

Oh that kiss is good. It distracts him from the choices to be made right up until she starts asking him questions.

The smugness returns, but it's partly to hide his genuine hesitation. "Are you sure you can go for round two?"

“Mmm, if you give me a minute… actually, it’s better to just keep going if you want to try to make a woman come twice.”

Midge pulls back from the kiss to look at him. Despite the smugness, there’s a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Midge asks. He’s plenty hard and Midge would think that he would be more than ready to go. If he needs her to make some choices for him, she’s happy to oblige.

"Nothing." An insistence which is reinforced by the kiss he follows up with, and by how he wraps an arm around her to shift them both.

He's used to making decisions, even if he's not sure which is the right one, especially in relationships. Like pretty much all his previous partners, Midge is drawn to his masculinity, and that means being commanding, taking charge, and making choices. Being assured that she wants to continue will have to be enough.

Him on top of her seems like it will work best, though there are no truly comfortable options. That's part of the appeal, really, to be so eager that comfort becomes an afterthought.

Midge returns the kiss, her own worries aroused now. She certainly loves his masculinity and decisiveness, but she wouldn’t want that to become a burden for him. If he defers to her, it won’t make her think less of him. In this situation, she just wanted to let him pick whatever he thought might feel best for him, as a thank you for making her feel so good. Midge figures she’ll have a good time regardless. He always makes sure of that.

Robert lays her down on the car’s backseat and Midge looks up at him, concern in her blue eyes. Reaching up, one hand tangles in his hair and the other strokes his chest. Midge tugs on his shirt so that he’ll lean down again. She gives him the most reassuring kiss that she can muster, gently sucking at his lips before pulling back.

“I just want to make you feel good, darling,” she whispers. “You always make me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.”

The very idea that she might be worried doesn't even cross his mind. His concerns are his and his alone. All he has to focus on is making sure she's happy. Besides, the kiss helps put things back on track.

"You're the only woman in the world who matters," he tells her, voice low as he kisses her neck. His hands roam again, feeling out her breasts to help him get more excited again.

That’s not how a relationship works, Robert. In all fairness, Midge isn’t sure if they can call this a relationship. They enjoy each other, but there are so many factors complicating things, the least of which is that he’s leaving in a few days’ time. In any case, she cares about his concerns, especially if they relate to her.

She closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips and hands on her skin. Midge digs her fingers into his hair as the hand on his chest shifts downward. Her fingers wrap around his cock, still hard. Maybe he needs a bit of assurance, though Midge isn’t sure why.

No one comes out for relationships without some skewed perceptions. His just happen to have been rather consistent.

He takes the hand on his cock as a sign that Midge is getting impatient. With his hands on her hips he tugs her closer. Then he nudges her with his erection while he kisses her.

His voice rumbles in her ear. "Are you ready for me?"

Midge tries to put her worries to the back of her mind and enjoy herself, while also making this good for Robert. Ultimately, that’s what she wants.

She shivers in delight at that rumble in her ear. Does he even know how easily he’s able to turn her on?

“Yes,” she tells him. Her legs hike up over his hips, opening herself for him to push inside of her.

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