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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She sighs happily when she feels his coarse thumbs on her hardened nipples. Even if his fingers are rough, she loves the feel of them on her soft skin.

Midge doesn’t mind little bites, but she’d rather not have big marks in places where others would see them and she would have to explain.

She releases his cock, wanting to see if he’s hard enough yet. As he cups her breasts and kisses her neck, Midge tangles her fingers in his hair, resuming her tugging.

“Are you ready?”

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There's an involuntary little sound of disappointment when she lets go of him, but that's helped by the question she follows up with.

His hands slide along her body, down to her thighs which he rubs eagerly. When he answers there's a bit of a growl to his voice as he says, "More than ready."

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That’s not a sound Midge thought she would ever hear Robert make, but she enjoyed hearing it. The sensation of his hands over her body is perfect, and she hopes that he’ll continue doing that while they have sex. This is a perfect position for it.

Midge rises up on her knees, then reaches down again for his cock in order to steady it and fit the head at her entrance. Her breath hitches as she slides him slowly inside of her, lowering herself onto his lap. “Fuck,” she can’t help but whisper. “You feel big like this…”

She wraps her arms around his neck as she adjusts her position, stopping when he’s fully sheathed so that she can get used to the sensation of being filled again. Her lips find his, wanting a breathless kiss before she starts to move on top of him.

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He rumbles happily as they come together again. Her comment getting a smile before he echoes, "You feel tight like this."

There's no chance she won't be breathless, with how good she feels he's enthusiastic in returning that kiss. Until she moves, that is, and he has to take a moment to catch his breath. Enough at least to assure her, "You feel so good."

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Her knees dig into the mattress, anchoring herself on the bed as she starts to rock on top of him. She’s glad that she feels tight around him; Midge plans to take this slow to start. Her forehead rests against his.

“Yeah?” She whispers. “I think I like hearing your voice while you’re inside me, even if you’re just growling.”

Her fingers slowly, gently, move down his back nails digging lightly into the skin.

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This is not his usual way of doing things. Not slow, not letting someone else be in charge. It feels really nice, but he has to fight his instinct to immediately flip Midge over and take control.

"Good," and he does growl the word. "Because I'll growl if you keep scratching me like that."

The nails, even light as they are, help bring out that side of him. So does the hair tugging. They prompt him to be less restrained, though all his restraint right now is focused on not speeding things up.

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Admittedly, Midge can be a little bit of a tease. The idea of riling him up so much that he finally loses control and takes what he wants is very appealing.

She speeds up a little, moving her mouth to one of his ears so that she can nibble on his earlobe. “Like a tiger?” she murmurs to him. Her hands stop about midway down his back, her nails digging into him, though still not too heavily. As things become more desperate, she might find herself clawing at him.

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It's a good thing she's riding him or his 'informative guide' side might slip in a comment about tigers' vocal chords. Instead he just gets another growl. "Or a lion."

He kisses every part of her that he can, her neck, her jaw, her collar... His hands rest on her hips, encouraging the motion, and making him breathless because of it.

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[ OOC: Robert correcting her during sex about lion vs tiger roars would be hilarious. ]

“Only if I get to be your lioness.”

Midge can take a hint, and she doesn’t plan on torturing Robert. Going incredibly slowly would be torture for her too, even though he feels so good inside of her.

One hand moves to his chest so that she has another point with which to anchor herself and then she starts riding him in earnest, pulling back to pull his cock out, though not all the way, then pushing back down into his lap and taking him in again. Midge moans in spite of herself. The penetration feels wonderful.

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((Oh if he were a bit more drunk he wouldn't even notice himself doing it...))

"Of course. You're the one making me growl."

Oh that feels good! And she sounds good. Muldoon digs his heels into the bed as best he can. With his hands on her hips and his own now able to move, he matches her rhythm, so that Midge can rise more easily and they can come together faster.

Between his panting and growling, Muldoon manages to tell her, "You're amazing!"

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[ That can be his pillow talk afterwards. ]

She gives a breathless laugh. “So are you. Fuck, you feel good…”

They’re able to work up to a steady rhythm, Robert thrusting up as Midge is sinking back down on him. The hand on his chest moves down between them so that she can stroke her clit. Meanwhile, her other hand grips his shoulder, nails digging into the skin more forcefully now as their pleasure rises.

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Try as he might, he can't maintain this. It's too exciting. Between seeing Midge pleasuring him, and herself, her nails digging into his skin and her breasts bouncing as they fuck... He does his best to stay where they are, as they are, for as long as he can stand it.

But eventually he can't. He wraps his arms around Midge and rolls them both so that he's on top. Midge can relax a bit now as he takes over thrusting, keeping up the rhythm they'd built up. She gets one deep kiss, and then he leans up again so that she can room to keep touching herself if she wants to.

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Midge squeals when she feels them moving, laughing softly when her back hits the bed. He lasted for a while, but she supposes that he couldn’t help himself. Not that she’s complaining. She adjusts quickly, hitching her knees up over his hips to open herself wide for his thrusts.

“God, yes…” she cries, her fingers flicking fast over her clit. “Don’t stop…”

She can feel her orgasm building fast inside of her as Robert thrusts hard on top of her. At least she has the wherewithal to scratch her nails down his back.

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There is no way Muldoon is stopping. Not now. Not when Midge is enjoying herself so much. He thrusts hard and fast and steady, his hands firmly on her hips. She looks so good beneath him, feels so good around him.

When she scratches his back he growls and redoubles his efforts. If she wants wild he'll give her wild.

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When she claws at him this time the movement is involuntary. With the way he’s thrusting so hard on top of her, it feels like he’s slamming into her cervix. Her entire body is standing on end as she pauses on the precipice before falling over into an intense orgasm. Midge’s back arches as her cries of pleasure echo off the walls on the room. For a brief moment, her mind is completely overtaken by how incredible she feels. Then, she falls back to Earth, gasping for air and completely boneless.

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It doesn't take long from feeling her around him, and hearing her cry out for Muldoon to follow suit. Somehow this manages to feel even better than the first time, though he holds onto her tightly as the pleasure shakes through him.

After a few moments the fog clears a little. Enough for him to see Midge all over again and smile. He lowers himself down again to kiss her, trailing off to her neck as they both catch their breath.

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She smiles tiredly back at him and strokes her fingers through his hair until she has breath enough to speak. “Shit, that was fantastic.” It was definitely a stronger orgasm for her the second time.

They lay side by side, sweaty but satisfied. Midge brushes her nose against his, then steals a look at the clock on the nightstand. “May I stay with you tonight?” she asks quietly.

It’s far too late to even think about getting back into her dress and going out into the cold.

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Few things get as much of a smile as when she says that. When Muldoon does something, he likes to do it well. Especially when this is their first time together. It's important to make a good impression.

The question gets raised eyebrows for being asked at all. "Of course." He kisses along her jaw as he speaks. "You can stay as long as you like."

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He’s definitely made a good impression.

Midge didn’t want to presume that she could stay, though she’s glad that Robert wants her to. “So much for this not being a date,” Midge teases. It ended up becoming far more than a date, and she can’t say that she’s disappointed about that.

She lets out a soft sigh. “I need to call my mother.” Very reluctantly, Midge disentangles herself from Robert and gets out of bed. Retrieving one of the robes from the wardrobe, Midge slips it on and ties it at the waist.

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The teasing makes his smile twitch wider as well before he does his best to smother it. Hearing that she has to call her mother gets a bemused look, but he doesn't comment on it. Instead he sits up on his elbows, watching her as she gets the dressing gown.

"Want me to get you anything while you're making the call?"

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“Just some water, thanks,” she tells him. She’s had more than enough to drink tonight and the exhaustion is now hitting her. “If I don’t call her, she’ll think I’m dead in a ditch,” Midge continues as an explanation. She hadn’t anticipated how this night would go and that she wouldn’t be home.

Sitting down at the small desk that held the phone, Midge dials the rotary and listens to it ring.

“Hello? Mama? It’s me…. Yes, I’m fine… I’m just letting you know that I won’t be home until tomorrow morning.”

She awaits the inevitable judgement in her mother’s response.

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He nods his understanding and sets about getting them both a glass of water. Midge's is set down next to her while she listens to her mother. Meanwhile he goes back to the bed and, after a moment, throws the oversheet across him. It feels too strange to be naked while someone's talking to their mother.

Decency maintained, he sits back against the pillows and sips his water, smiling at Midge as she deals with the hassle of dealing with family.

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Midge meets Robert’s eye and gives him a small smile while she continues her conversation. “We’ve been drinking. He’ll bring me home tomorrow morning… I don’t know what time… 10:00?… Yes, we’re at his hotel.” With a sigh, she gives her mother the name of the hotel and the room number. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.”

After hanging up the receiver, Midge huffs another sigh. “Do men ever have to call their mothers and tell them where they are?” she asks.

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That only gets his smile to widen sympathetically. "My father had the last say on teaching me. And when I was a child he would head back early when the two of us went camping to see if I'd learned the skills he taught me. Sometimes halfway through a trip he'd leave me with some people in a village we were passing through while he went off to do something. Knowing where either my father or I was has never been an easy thing."

"I'm sure my mother would love it if I told her where I was all the time," he offers as consolation. "She'd be very reassured."

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Her eyes go wide as she stands up from the table. “He left you alone? My father let me wander off in Bergdorf’s once and my mother almost murdered him. I guess that’s—“

Midge is cut off by the ringing of the phone. She gives Robert a confused look, then returns to the phone to pick it up.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end of the line shocks her. “Susie?? How did you know where I was?… My God, you could work for the CIA.”