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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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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.

Muldoon huffs a laugh as he gets his shorts sorted and his belt done up. "You make it sound like something you used to do regularly."

Shifting to one side, he waits until Midge is dressed before he opens the door. He waits there to offer her a hand out. At least sex in a car isn't liable to give her shaky legs.

“Just a few times in college,” Midge replies. “Both Joel and I had roommates that hung around all the time.” Never getting a room alone meant that a car had to be utilized.

She takes his hand and gets out of the car before walking back around to the passenger seat. Robert gets in the driver’s seat and they’re back on the road in a few minutes.

“I actually had fun today shooting your guns,” Midge tells him.

It still seems strange how easily she brings up her ex. Muldoon's not looking forward to that interaction, should it happen. Though that won't be for a long time, at least. Being on the road helps get Muldoon, literally and figuratively, back on track.

He glances over at her. "You sound surprised."

Their divorce was relatively amicable, plus they’re raising kids together and their families are close. She and Joel are still friends. Midge has no idea what Joel will think of Robert, but Midge hopes they will come to an understanding. Fortunately, them meeting is still a while off.

“I didn’t think I would enjoy it,” she admits. “I thought it would be too loud or that I’d be frightened.”

Those are all fair things to assume of a gun range. Guns are loud, and they can definitely be frightening to some people. It just sort of loses its fear when you've grown up with them. Midge made a tremendous effort in stepping out of her comfort zone.

"And now?"

“Not as frightening as I thought, though your huge rifle is still rather scary. I don’t think I’ll be taking a spin with that one any time soon.” She’ll stick with the regular rifle and the handgun. “And I had fun today trying to hit the targets. You were a good teacher. Very hands-on.” Midge grins at that.

“I don’t think that I would enjoy killing anything though,” she muses.

"I would never ask you to kill anything," he assures her firmly. Not that he assumed she'd think that, but he knows it helps to hear it aloud.

"But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I always enjoy the satisfaction of hitting the targets. It's the same when someone I teach gets the hang of it too." The corner of his mouth twitches in a smile and he adds, "Though you didn't need much guidance. You're a real natural."

Midge trusts that Robert will protect her in that sense. If an animal has to be shot for their protection, he’s going to take care of it. Visiting him out in whatever wilderness he lives in seems less worrisome now.

She responds with another grin. “Thank you. I learned something at my luxury summer camp, didn’t I?”

"I'm not sure about that," Muldoon protests in playful stubbornness. "I think it was your killer instinct." With a smile he adds, "Which you're too nice to use against anything other than targets."

“I really need to take you to Steiner one year, though I think you’ll absolutely hate it,” Midge replies with a smile. He can go stay in a tent out in the woods while the rest of them sleep in the cabin. He’ll be hunting for food rather than eating in the dining hall.

“I didn’t know I had killer instinct,” she continues. “Better watch out. More than killer instinct, I think I just like to be good at everything I try.”

Proving people wrong and doing what they say she can’t.

"If anyone could persuade me to do something I hate, it would be you," he teases fondly. Though she's probably right. It sounds entirely too... cheery for him.

Her correction gets a snort. Though he's spotted the little food place he'd seen before, so works on getting parked while he talks. "I wouldn't bet against you, that much is for sure. You're a true force of nature."

“And I wouldn’t want to make you do something you hated unless it was absolutely necessary.” Midge realizes that she talks about them as if they’re going to be together and she doesn’t know why. Wishful thinking? Instinct? She probably needs to get her head out of the clouds. Robert will be leaving in a few days.

She doesn’t want her time spent with him to be bittersweet though, so she would rather focus on being happy, pretending that they have all the time in the world.

“Am I?” She asks with a smile. Midge just hopes that she’s brought a little bit of light into his world. After parking the car, Robert comes around to her side to help her out. Midge takes his hand and stands on her tip toes to steal a kiss from him. Her hand remains in his as they enter the restaurant.

Muldoon hums in faux-thoughtfulness. "I suppose I shouldn't knock it 'til I try it, hm?"

It's not like it could be the worst thing he's endured. Hammond's fancy parties are hard to beat in that department.

Midge's question gets a grin and a confident, "You are." Then he gets out of the car and helps her out.

He doesn't expect her hand to stay in his, and it makes him do a double-take as he looks down at their locked fingers. But his sets aside his bemusement since they have people to interact with in the form of servers. Hopefully Midge won't mind him instigating the separation of their hands as he guides her to her seat, as attentive as can be.

His reactions to her displays of affection are sweet, but also a little bit sad in her eyes. She’s not sure if Robert finds it incredulous that someone like her wants to display affection towards him or if that incredulity extends to anyone at all. Regardless, she’s going to keep doing it.

Once seated in the booth, Midge peruses the menu and continues their conversation. “I’m curious what you mean when you say I’m a force of nature,” she says. “Does that mean I’m like a hurricane? An earthquake?”

Midge is teasing, but also not. She wants to know what made him use that particular phrase to describe her.

His general stoicism is a fairly good indicator. That calm, collected demeanour works well in high stress situations, but he never quite learned how to let it go when things were relaxed again. He is, however, always determined never to dissuade his partners from showing as much or as little affection as they like.

When Midge investigates his comment a little further, he allows a small smile over his menu. It's only natural for people to be curious about what others think of them. Especially someone they're close to.

"I mean it's more destructive to get in your way when you've set your mind to something than to work with you. Less an earthquake or hurricane than a wildfire or flood, in my opinion. Sure, there will be some destruction, but ultimately the land will be healthier at the end of it."

Midge listens to his explanation, her smile growing as he continues speaking.

“I like the idea of being a wildfire,” she says. “It’s definitely wise to not get in my way when I’ve decided that I want something.” Case in point, the two of them.

She rests her chin in her hand, thinking for a moment. “You’re… a rock. Or a mountain.”

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