A black tie adventure with doesntsing

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For a man whose perfect day involves hiking out into the wilderness alone to track a rare animal, an evening at a fancy party is not something to look forward to. The only consolation is in having good company to share it with. Making sure his friend has a good time is a much better goal than schmoozing the other guests.

After going through the ordeal of renting a tuxedo, and a car, he's around to pick Miriam up at the address she provided. Muldoon is uncomfortable in the unfamiliar clothing, and apprehensive about surviving an upper class dinner, but at least he knows he'll be in some good company. Worst comes to worst, Miriam will have some extra material to work with for her shows.

Ringing the doorbell, Muldoon tries not to look as awkward as he feels.

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Midge’s hips buck back against his hand, feeling desperate and wanting more as he touches her just how she likes. She can feel the orgasm building inside of her like a wave.

“Yes… Robert… Yes…”

The pleasure peaks and she falls over the edge with a cry of ecstasy, her body trembling in his arms.

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The sound and sight of her is perfect as she comes. He rubs his palm over her one more time before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her again until he finally stops with a happy sigh.

He crooks a smile at her then. "Was that satisfactory?"

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Midge tries to hide her smile as she lets out a deep contented sigh, though she’s sure she’s doing a terrible job of it.

“Quite satisfactory,” she replies. “Though you may have to do it again.”

She leans forward and presses kisses to his chest, even though it’s covered in sweat.

“Somehow I knew you’d be less… buttoned up in bed.”

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It's a good thing she's bad at hiding it. Her smile is a lovely thing.

Muldoon arches an eyebrow at her. "Was this all a plot to see if I have a less rigid side?"

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“Oh, you were still pretty rigid, Robert,” she says, her eyes flicking downwards. Hopefully he doesn’t mind a ribald joke. Midge is full of them.

She kisses his lips again, then lays her head on the pillow next to his. “You growled at me. That was very sexy.”

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Far from minding, her joke gets a breathless little laugh.

But then she's kissing him and he's kissing back with a hum before he lets her rest again. Even after sex she looks so put together, it's really very impressive, and so 'Midge' it's impossible not to smile at.

"I've been in the wild too long. I've gone feral, but I'm doing my best to hide it."

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Midge’s lips form an O and then she grins and points at him. “I made you laugh…” Even if it was a tiny laugh, she is taking this win. She’s far more proud of making him laugh than making him come.

“I like it,” she tells him, her fingers stroking through the hair on his chest. “It was like having a tiger in my bed.”

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The surprise makes Muldoon blink and then a wide smile spreads across his face. "Have you been trying to make me laugh?"

That's a relief to hear, though he tries not to show it. Midge is so petite that it's difficult not to worry he might have been going a little too rough. Or it would be if her personality didn't eternally remind him how brave and brazen she is.

"I aim to please."

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“Of course,” she replies. “I’m a comedian.” And he’s a stoic man who never laughs. Of course she had to take up that challenge.

Midge might be a little sore tomorrow but she won’t have any regrets. “And you certainly did.” She gazes at him. “Do you mind if I ask when the last time was?”

Maybe he doesn’t want her prying into his romantic past, but they’re in bed together and Midge is curious. Even if he hasn’t had sex in 20 years, he’s already proven that he can satisfy her.

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"You picked a tough night for it. I'm not easy to make laugh on the best of days, never mind while working." And nervous as all hell. Both about his company and about the party.

Of course, now that he's relaxed and already laughed once, it's easier for him to do it again. Like when she asks that question. This is not the pillow talk he expected.

Muldoon rubs his face and then the back of his head, eyes scanning a distant point because he has to search his memory. When he looks back to Midge he's pulling a bit of a face. "Five years? Give or take."

He smiles at Midge and shakes his head a little. "I won't ask the same question of you. I'd only get jealous."

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Midge reaches out and strokes her fingers over his cheek. “You were great tonight. Your boss got what he wanted and he’s pleased with you.” At least that’s what Midge read from Hammond. He seemed nothing but happy with Robert.

“Did you love her?” Maybe it wasn’t like that at all. Maybe it was a one night stand. Or maybe it was the one that got away.

Now it’s Midge’s turn to huff a laugh. “Don’t be. It was a few months ago with my ex-husband. We would still… sometimes… after the divorce.”

More like they got caught up in the heat of the moment sometimes and Things Happened.

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"I guarantee he's mostly pleased I didn't say anything too problematic. Thanks for keeping me in check, by the way." He likes the fingers over his cheek. It's nice. Oddly comforting.

The pulled smile says it all, but he still voices its meaning. "No. And she didn't love me. We were just seizing a moment."

It's here that his smile turns thoughtful. He considers Midge for a moment, and then asks, "Do you still love him?"

She was the one who brought love up first. And Muldoon knows his lifestyle makes flings more appealing than relationships. Sure, he'll be a bit jealous, but he doesn't really have a right to be and he knows as much.

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“You’re welcome,” she says softly. It occurs to her that they’re a good team. It’s a shame that he won’t be here very long. She’s trying not to think about that.

The fling makes sense, as does his question. It’s fair. She takes a deep breath and lets it out.

“I’ll always have some feelings for him because he’s the father of my children and he’ll always be in my life, but I’m not in love with him anymore. He really hurt me.”

Midge sighs and gets comfortable on the bed. She brought this up, didn’t she.

“He cheated on me with his secretary and left me for her. Of course, it didn’t work out for them because she doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together, but by the time he figured that out, the damage was already done.”

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She did bring it up, but she doesn't have to elaborate. That she does just means that she feels comfortable with him, he hopes. Besides, Muldoon is a good listener. Midge has his full attention, and with that intense gaze of his that can feel like a lot. But she deserves a lot.

Only once she's done explaining does he shake his head. "Foolish man."

With as soft a touch as he can muster, he brushes the curls away from Midge's eyes to tuck behind her ear. "Having a life with you and then leaving you? Only a madman would do that."

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She smiles warmly at his indignation and leans into his touch.

“Maybe he lost his mind. I think he was bored with me and our life and thought he could find something better. I didn’t see it coming at all though.”

She furrows her brow, not wanting to dive too deeply into how inadequate she felt during that time.

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"When you're bored you pick up a hobby. Leaving you is going mad."

With that reiterated, and seeing the frown on her brow, he leans forward and kisses the crease before smiling at her.

"Would you like a drink?"

It seems a pretty decent segue way from talk of exes.

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She shrugs. “He never really told me his reasons. I was hard on myself afterwards.”

His kiss, as well as his suggestion, are both welcome distractions though. Midge sits up in bed.

“Sure,” she replies. “What do you have?”

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There are things he could easily say to that, but he won't. For her sake. Better not keep the topic going. So instead he gets up and opens up the mini fridge.

"Wine, champagne, whiskey, vodka..." He looks back and cracks a smile. "Water, if you're feeling adventurous."

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“Oh, how fancy.” Midge thinks for a moment. “I’d better have wine. I’ve had enough liquor already tonight. Red, if you have it.”

She gets out of bed and stretches, debating whether or not to put on one of the hotel’s robes. She decides not to, for now, and walks over naked to join Robert at the mini fridge.

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"Of course."

Two ridiculously small bottles are pulled out of the fridge so he can close off the chill, and then he grabs the glasses and gets to pouring. He very purposefully does not look around. He can hear her moving, and see her from the corner of his eye. Only when the drinks are poured does he allow himself to get distracted.

Turning around he smiles as he looks her up and down and hands her the glass. Then he offers up his own for a toast.

"To new adventures."

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She grins when he looks her up and down, then clinks her glass against his. “L’chaim,” she replies.

Now her eyes are doing a bit of wandering too. Robert is middle-aged, certainly, but his body is in great shape, if not a bit banged up from being attacked by various animals. His thighs are particularly impressive.

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The more her eyes wander, the more a strange smile works across his face. It's not his scars he's thinking about (of which there are many), but he is considering her reaction.

Leaning back against the dresser, he tilts his head at her. "You made a face when we first got undressed. What was that for?"

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“I did?” she asks, then remembers what he’s talking about. “Oh!” Midge laughs lightly and actually blushes a little. “You’re, um… the first uncircumcised man that I’ve ever seen. I think you’re the first non-Jewish man I’ve slept with, actually.”

Congratulations, Robert?

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When a woman reacts strangely to seeing your cock, you don't forget it. So he raises an eyebrow, ready to remind her when she realises what he's talking about and explains.

It's his turn to be surprised. "Really?"

He has to take a second to consider his next question. There are many, but it would be easy to ask one which would come across badly.

"Was that by design, or...?"

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Midge sips her wine and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know how much you know about Judaism or Jewish culture, but Jewish parents tend to vastly prefer that their children marry within the religion. I’d guess it’s to ensure the survival of the religion, since, you know, they tried to wipe us out about 20 years ago.” Only she can be glib about the Holocaust. “Temple becomes a big part of your social life, so that’s who you meet and date. I met Joel in college, but I knew I wanted to marry a Jewish man. That’s what good Jewish girls do.”

Midge walks slowly towards him, closing the gap between them. “Now, I’m divorced, and I can sleep with whomever I want to, non-Jews included.” She wraps her arms around his neck. “Just so happens that you’re not Jewish, and that’s not a dealbreaker for me. But your cock was strange when I first saw it.”