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A black tie adventure with doesntsing

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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"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.

“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.”

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."

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.

"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.

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?”

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."

“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.

"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."

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.

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?"

“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?

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...?"

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.”

Jewish culture isn't something he's had much exposure to, but Midge probably guessed that. It just gives him another reason to listen, and try not to be distracted as she slinks towards him.

"I don't know how much you know about men, but that's not generally the most encouraging thing to hear."

His free hand strokes up and down her back, enjoying the curve of it. Given his smile, he's not actually offended. Just very amused.

“I’m sure,” Midge says with a smile. “But your cock works as well as the other ones, better than some of the other ones, actually.” Her gaze turns downwards to where it hangs flaccid, though still impressive. “Looks aren’t everything.”

She takes another sip of her wine and leans in to kiss along his jaw. “What turns you on?” she murmurs to him between kisses.

Muldoon's smile widens, wondering if Midge is being so critical on purpose or by accident. It doesn't bother him either way. Like she said, she enjoyed it no matter what he looks like. "Looks aren't something you have to ever worry about."

For a moment he's busy resisting the urge to scratch his jaw, but that question catches him out. He tilts his head at her with a strange smile. "Are you looking for round two?"

She likes seeing him smile like that, considering that he’s not prone to doing so. She likes being the reason that he’s smiling.

Midge raises her head to look up at him, a smile playing at her lips. “Of course I am. Did you think we were finished?”

If he’s tired, she won’t push him, but he doesn’t seem tired. Midge can give him more recovery time if needs it.

While he's not particularly tired, he is surprised that she's looking for more. If he'd known there would be multiple rounds he might have eased up a bit on the first go. Maybe. But probably not.

"I wouldn't want to seem ungrateful for as much as I got."

Then he looks away for a moment, thinking until he looks back at her. "I get turned on by my partner knowing what they want. I get turned on by letting go of propriety and just enjoying each other. Which is usually when I get a bit overzealous."

Taking a sip of whiskey, he pauses, lips pressed together for a second as he looks at her as if considering whether to continue or not. But hell, why not?

"I enjoy a bit of biting, scratching, that sort of thing." With a vague gesture to one of his scars and a shrug, he adds, "I can handle it."

“What if what I want is to ride on top of you?” Midge asks. “I’m sure we could lose all sense of propriety with that.” He seems very active in bed, so it might be difficult for him to be on the bottom. Honestly, if he flips her over halfway through, she won’t be devastated.

The scratching and biting is a little surprising and Midge raises her eyebrows as she considers it. “We may have to work up to that,” she says, “but I do like a little nibble…”

She leans in and gives his neck a gentle bite. “I can dig my nails into your back.”

Alright, now the smile is permanently glued to his face, regardless of his instinct to smother it. "You can ride on top of me as much as you want."

To show his appreciation, he hums at the bite, and then lowers his voice to a rumble. "You can scratch me, or bite me, or pull my hair, or do none of it. Your excitement makes me excited."

Looking at her properly then he turns the question back to her. "What turns you on, Midge?"

She’s glad that he seems so keen on her being on top. Midge prefers to switch with her partner, depending on what each of them might want or need.

It’s not surprising that he asks the question in return, and Midge pauses to think about her answer. “Men who know what they’re doing in bed, though I don’t mind showing them.” A woman’s pleasure is more complex than a man’s and not as easy to achieve. She likes when a man can take instruction and learns how to please her.

Midge blushes a little as she realizes that she’s about to get somewhat graphic, but it’s not like Robert is some shrinking violet. “I like when a man goes down on me or touches me… puts his fingers inside me.”

She bites her lip. This is, perhaps, more embarrassing, but he was brave enough to share with her. “I like being praised, told that I’m doing a good job or that I’m a good girl.”

Give and take is as important in the bedroom as it is anywhere else. Muldoon usually likes to involve a little wrestling, but Midge can't afford to have bruises the same way he can.

Muldoon is definitely not a shrinking violet. He listens carefully, not blushing or interrupting as she shares what she wants. Especially since some of this is not what he's used to doing. But what's life about if not trying new things?

Still, he's careful as he speaks, keen not to make either of them embarrassed. They're both adults having a wonderfully dirty conversation.

"I haven't gone down on a woman before, so I hope you'll forgive my inexperience." Tipping his head briefly he continues, "And I'm not good at speaking during sex. I can try, but I don't want to be... condescending. Or say something ridiculous." He gives her an apologetic smile then. "You're a little distracting, after all."

“Really?” She asks in surprise. “Never?” Maybe the women he’s been with in the past haven’t been so bold as to ask for it.

“We don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with,” Midge continues, “especially if I leave you tongue tied.”

And who knows? Maybe she’ll find that she enjoys a bit of wrestling in bed.

She kisses him again, a deep, long kiss that lets her taste the whiskey on his mouth. Then, she slips her hand in his and tugs him towards the bed.

"Never." Nobody had ever asked him, and he'd never thought to suggest it. Often things were so busy being hot and heavy that there wasn't much time given to anything like that.

The glass is quickly set on the dresser so that he can follow her. He lets his eyes wander appreciatively over her body. Once they get to the bed, however, he pauses to pull her close and kiss her again. Arms wrapped around her, tongue seeking out hers, for a few moments of intensity before they continue moving.

A black tie adventure with doesntsing

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