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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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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.

With her hands out of the way and her legs around his hips, it takes little more than a single slow thrust to enter her. Sometimes he forgets how good it feels, though the low groan gives it away.

She's already wet, and tight, and he's been riled up watching her be exceptionally hot. It's easy enough to put everything else aside while he focuses on the here and now. The difficulty is in not immediately going hard and fast. He does his best to start slow, but he quickly gets into a rhythm as he fucks her.

Midge moans and arches her back as Robert slides into her. He’s big enough that it feels like he’s filling her up completely, a wonderful sensation. She meets his rhythm with her hips, squeezing her muscles around his cock with each stroke out that he makes. The newness has certainly not worn off of their lovemaking and Midge hopes that it never does.

She claws at his shirt to pull him down for another kiss, something that he seems to greatly enjoy. She does as well. Their kisses are hot and desperate as he speeds up his pace, Midge taking a gasp of air before going back in for another kiss. Her nails rake down his back, trying to gain purchase against his body.

The kisses turn each breath into a pant, and he growls happily as her nails dig into his back.

The back seat area is small, his knees bang off of seats and his head risks banging off the roof or door every second. But it's all worth it. For all his hesitation, she seems to be thoroughly enjoying herself, and he is too. But this isn't intended to be a drawn out session. Midge has already been pleased, so there's no need to slow things down.

Bit by bit he lets go of himself until he's fucking her as hard and fast as he can safely do in the confines of the car. The whole vehicle rocks with each thrust, and it doesn't take too long before the warden comes with a low groan.

The backseat of a car is not exactly a place to stretch out, but that’s part of the fun, or at least for her it is. Midge can tell that Robert is trying not to inevitably bang something against the door, including her head. She keeps pushing her hips down to make sure that she stays flat on the seat.

Watching him let himself fall into pleasure is a sight to behold though. Midge can’t help but let out a little squeal when he starts to fuck her hard. She scratches his back as he gets closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s it… come for me.”

Midge smiles as he rides it out, then falls back against the seat when he finishes. She kisses him sweetly, fingers sifting through his hair as she takes a moment to enjoy the afterglow.

It's only now that he realises how stuffy the car has become. Yet all his aches and scratches feel incredibly nice right now.

As he comes back down to Earth he kisses Midge again. Gentler kisses to match her sweet ones. Then he pulls out slowly, tucking himself back away to pull his shorts up so that he doesn't fall over. He sits down and pulls Midge close to give her some more affection by way of kissing and stroking her bare skin.

It’s quite warm in the car. After sitting up, Midge reaches for the window crank and pushes the window down a half an inch to let some of the cold air from the outside in.

She sits in his lap again, though this time she’s sideways with her legs draped across his thighs rather than straddling him. Her nose nuzzles his as she receives his sweet kisses.

With her arms around him, she pulls back and takes a deep breath before speaking, choosing her words carefully.

“Something tells me we won’t be having sex in a car again.”

Part of him wants to protest and say that he'd have sex with her anywhere... but inside the car isn't the most comfortable place. He wraps his arms around her, letting his hands move over her ridiculously soft skin as he enjoys the closeness and the after-sex haze.

"I prefer on a car to in one," he admits before continuing to kiss her cheek and neck.

Midge hums her approval at that. “I could be persuaded, provided there’s a bit more privacy than what we’re being afforded at the moment.”

He’s still touching her and kissing her and it feels so delightful. Midge sighs happily and gently strokes his chest.

“I do hope that you’ll fuck me with your fingers again. Not to take anything away from your cock, but that felt really fucking good.”

Fingers can be much more precise than a cock and Robert made her come very hard.

Muldoon can't help but sound especially pleased by her answer when he says, "I'll keep that in mind."

It seems foolish not to enjoy her while he can. He knows all too well that in a few days he'll miss this. He needs to savour every minute.

"I had a good instructor." And while he prefers to make her come while fucking her, it's more important that she enjoys herself. So he pushes away any hesitation to assure her, "I'm always glad do what makes you happy."

Midge plans to fully enjoy any remaining time they have left.

“Thank you, darling,” she says with another kiss. It’s not that his cock is inadequate. She enjoys his cock greatly. It just so happens that his fingers are divine.

“Well. Lunch?” Midge looks around the floor of the car for her panties.

Muldoon laughs at her immediate turn to the thought of food. "Sure."

He stays still while she moves, except to do up his shirt again. "You didn't pack anything with that tea, did you? There was a place back down the road I had my eye on in case we got hungry."

“Sounds perfect.”

After Midge locates her panties and pulls them on, she finds the rest of her clothing in the backseat and starts to redress.

“It’s been a really long time since I’ve had sex in the back of a car,” she tells him. Midge scoots off of his lap so that Robert can get his pants back up, but not before stealing one more kiss.

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