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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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As if it isn't difficult enough behaving himself. Then she has to go and say something like that just before he's meant to focus on Serious things like gun safety.

He does manage to focus, though. That little whisper can be kept locked away for later when they don't have dangerous weapons around. He'll hold onto that for a long time yet, in fact.

Seeing her hit the target with a new gun, even with that yelp, is a good distraction. It's not a bullseye, but it's still far better than he'd expect of a beginner. He's not just being polite when he says, "Good shot! I told you you were a natural!"

He’s welcome to save his response for when they’re alone and the guns have been put away. He’s also welcome to act on it in whatever way he sees fit.

Midge laughs lightly. “I don’t know. Is it that hard to hit a non-moving target?” Maybe it is. Midge did kind of think she would be hopeless at this, but she’s doing better than she thought. If a person or animal tried to attack her though, she doubts she’d be able to hit them. It takes her a good ten seconds just to aim.

"It's hard when you've never lifted a gun in your life." And when that gun is primarily suited to a man who has years of experience. "Believe me, I've taught all sorts of people. You're a good shot."

She doesn't need to be good at shooting, he's got that covered for them both, but it's important that she knows her accomplishments. Especially when he's keen for her to have a pleasant, or at least not a frightening, first encounter with guns.-

Midge knows he’s not just indulging her, because he isn’t the type to do that. He’ll tell the truth, even be blunt about it, in most situations. Still, she can’t believe that she’s really impressing him.

“You can call me Midge Oakley from now on,” she says, aiming the rifle again. Quietly, she starts to sing: “Anything you can do, I can do better…”

She fires and the butt of the gun hits her shoulder. “Ow.” She must not have been aiming correctly. At least the bullet manages to sink into one of the rings of the target.

Naturally Midge's instinct is to joke about it. Muldoon does step back to watch her when she lifts the rifle again, but he's got a smile on his lips. Until she makes that sound of pain and his frown is right back where it's used to being.

Coming in closer again, he looks from the range to Midge and looks her over. "Are you alright?"

“Yeah,” she says, rubbing her shoulder with the opposite hand. “I think so.” Hopefully it won’t leave a bruise, but it won’t be the end of the world if it does. “The recoil is definitely stronger with this thing, but I think it’s easier to aim, since you hold onto the barrel when you fire.”

Midge strikes a pose with the rifle, putting the barrel of it up against her shoulder. “Can you see me walking through Central Park with this thing?”

"You'd raise more eyebrows than you do already," he teases gently. "Here..."

Guiding the weapon back down, he steps in to support her as he gets her to aim again. "Now, a lot of instructors explain that when you hold the weapon it helps to imagine you're holding a beautiful woman. Since you are the beautiful woman, maybe hold it like you'd like to be held."

Settling the butt of the gun against her shoulder with warm hands, he explains, "Keep it close, support it. Hold it firmly, but don't grip tightly. You want it against your shoulder so that when it moves suddenly, you move with it." When he turns, his cheek brushes hers. "All make sense?"

“Sounds like you learned something when we danced at that party,” she says, turning her head to kiss his cheek when it brushes against hers. Having him close like this makes her heart beat faster. “Maybe later you can give me a visual demonstration of what you’re talking about.”

Midge takes his advice though, holding the gun steady as she aims again. When she fires, she anticipates the recoil and moves with the gun so that it doesn’t hit her. This time, the bullet hits on one of the rings closer to the center of the bullseye.

It's not often he comes across a lady who's as much of a flirt as him. Probably moreso, really. Things like this are why Midge is so adept at making the normally stoic warden smile. Luckily for him, he gets to step back while she takes her shot. Not that it helps him gather any composure. When he sees where Midge hit he's quick to applaud her.

"Well done! You've got the hang of it now!"

It's difficult to stay back, but he does. "Go on, take a few more!"

He’s more excited about her shooting than she is. With a grin at his reaction, Midge re-aims and fires again. The next few shots land on the target, albeit in inconsistent places.

“Looks like I’ve found a gun that works for me,” she says when she finally lowers it. “Too bad it won’t fit in my purse.”

Robert seems happy and Midge likes making him happy.

"You do look good holding it." Judging by his grin, he means it too. Midge is always pretty, but Muldoon won't lie and say she doesn't look extra good with a rifle in her hands.

Now that the gun is down, he steps up close to her, hands sliding onto her hips as he kisses her shoulder. "Would you like to take some more shots?"

There aren’t a lot of people here at the range with them, so Midge feels comfortable with public displays of affection. She puts the gun down and wraps her arms around his neck.

“I think I want to see you shoot the gun that you brought for yourself,” she tells him, nodding at his heavy gun on the table.

He enjoys the closeness, almost brushing their noses together as she talks. The smallest of smiles tugs incessantly at his lips and he answers with a low, "Alright."

The strong hands on her hips move them in a spin until they've swapped places. Then he pulls away to tidy her weapon away and pick up his own. It might as well have grooves worn down from being handled by him so often. Muldoon pauses to check Midge is alright, and had ear protection on, before loading his weapon and readying it.

This gun is louder than the rest. He picks out targets much further away, too. The warden might not be a bodybuilder, but the muscles in his arms flex as they hold the weight of the rifle steady. He takes the opportunity to show off a little, picking out difficult smaller targets and hitting close to the centre on the circular targets. None of which he wastes any time with, and when he's done he's just as quick in resetting the weapon and getting the safety back on before he turns to Midge for her reaction.

It’s impressive. Midge has never really been impressed by guns in the past, but what Robert can do is nothing short of impressive. She watches as he hits the targets, hardly needing time to reset before moving on to the next one. Her gaze turns to the way the muscles in his arm move and it stirs something deep inside her. Arousal. It’s not difficult for her to get aroused when it comes to him.

He looks to her for her reaction and she’s speechless for a moment, trying to think of something witty to say.

“If you do that again, you might have to take me back to the car for some privacy.”

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.

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