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nate puckerman Nate was officially an idiot, which is something he was very well in tune with. No matter who he hooked up with, it was never as good as it was with Midge. Was he on a mission to possibly find someone who could make him feel exactly like she did? Possibly. But at this point, he was pretty sure it was impossible. He had just spent the last hour with a girl who was very attractive, yes.. but completely underwhelming. He found himself standing in front of Midge's apartment, as he always did, and shot her off a text: actually proud of you for locking your door this time. let me in though

Midge WildeIt felt rare lately that Midge spent a night home alone, and she hated it. She used to enjoy her own space, but now she felt anxiety whenever she was alone. Still, she was determined to not let herself become pathetic and afraid, so she planned a night at home alone. She regretted it, as she sat with every light in her apartment turned on to make sure she was really alone, and could feel herself flood with relief when she saw the text from Nate pop up to say he was there. She hadn’t expected him, but she certainly welcomed the company. She sprang to the door, pulling it open as she regained her composure. “You just can’t stay away from me, can you? Even a locked door won’t deter you.” She grinned, stepping aside to let him in. “What’s up? You couldn’t find a poor girl to fall for your charm tonight?”

nate puckermanNate leaned forward to press a quick kiss to Midge's cheek, and rolled his eyes. He didn't want to let her know that he was actually coming from hooking up with a girl and came straight here instead. "Shit, does that make you a poor girl who fell for my charms?" He grinned, making himself comfortable as he grabbed himself a water bottle. "Nothing. Just wanted to see my favorite girl tonight. What's so wrong with that?" He'd been drinking, but the effects of the alcohol were almost long gone. After taking a few sips he walked over towards her, wondering why she was alone tonight. She was always around someone, whether it be him, Danny or some other lucky dude. Nate took her hand in his own. "You doing okay?"

Midge WildeShe grinned at his words, shaking her head, "No silly, you're the poor guy who fell for mine." She shut the door again, relocking it, and laughing when he spoke again. Midge didn't bother to be shy with Nate, she pulled her hand away from his, instead letting her hands land on his waist, snaking around to his sides to stand closer to him. Her eyes met his and she nodded, "I'm good, glad to have some company now." She smiled, her head tilting to the side, "You smell like alcohol and shitty perfume, so maybe you did find a poor girl to fall for your charm, what happened?"

nate puckerman"Poor guy? Far from it." Nate couldn't help himself whenever he was around Midge. He slid his hand down her back and let his hand rest on her ass and smiled down at her. He shrugged when she asked what happened. "Nothing happened. It was just shitty. I don't even know how to explain it, but I was not feeling myself with her." She wasn't you, he doesn't say. He probably didn't need to anyway. With his free hand, he cupped her chin gently, letting his thumb run over her jawline. "What have you been up to by yourself?"

Midge WildeShe let herself relax into his touch, her own hands finding their way to his chest now. “Shitty sex is the worst.” She commented, though maybe that wasn’t what he meant, but she wasn’t sure how far either of them should be diving into what he meant. Midge looked up at his touch, meeting his eyes and smiling. “I’d love to tell you I was doing something naughty and get you all wound up, but I wasn’t. I was just trying to find something to watch.” Her voice sounded sadder than she’d intended it to but she shook away the feeling, remembering how every light in the whole place was on and hoping that didn’t seem odd. Midge moved to lay one of her hands over his, moving his hand so she could kiss his palm, “Did you want to change that?”

nate puckermanNate knew Midge well enough at this point, and when she teased about doing something naughty - the tone of her voice told him something else. He looked around the apartment and then back at her. "You were looking for something to watch with all the lights on? C'mon now." Everything that had been going on with her dad had to have been weighing on her. He watched as she pressed a kiss to his palm and gave a small smile to her, shaking his head amusedly. He settled his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss, though it was a soft one - not one that he would give to really anybody but her. "You know that I'm always down to fuck you." God, he was. She was fucking incredible, and she had him completely addicted. Nate paused. "But something's telling me that's not what you really want. Or am I wrong?"

Midge WildeShe sighed at his words, it was a blessing and a curse to have someone know her the way Nate did. Though kissing him was nice, she couldn’t deny that he was right, fucking wasn’t what she wanted right now, if it was she’d be doing it already, she’d have made plans for the night, or hell, she’d be down on her knees for Nate by now, but she knew that her head wasn’t in it right now. “I’m just trying to force myself to feel okay to be alone again.” She whispered, pulling her eyes away from his now, looking at the floor instead. “I used to love having a night to myself at home, and now I feel like there’s a monster hiding in every shadow.” She hated the way she sounded, she hated feeling so pathetic and scared. “I’m glad you showed up so I don’t have to feel afraid.”

nate puckermanNate nodded, knowing that sex wasn't what she wanted. He could always tell by just the tone of her voice even if she tried to hide it. Nate wrapped his arms around her and brought her as close as possible and started running his fingers through her hair. "You never have to feel afraid when I'm around," he promised her, pulling back to look her straight in the eyes. "It's completely normal to be freaked the fuck out by what happened, babe. Anyone would be scared. I know you've got Danny," he started, and though he had no right to feel jealous, especially when he knew the guy actually cared about her, he did anyway. "But when he's not here, how about you call me? You can always come over to my place too. I can just give you the access code to my apartment and you can come over whenever. Even when I'm sleeping, I really don't give a fuck. Whenever. Alright?"

Midge WildeShe smiled at his words, at the feeling of his hands on her, at the closeness and safety she felt with him, leaning herself back against the wall behind her. “I know I can call you, it’s not that. I want to be able to be alone not be afraid. I don’t want to feel so pathetic all the time.” Midge let out a small laugh, shaking her head, “And what happens when I show up and there’s another girl in your bed, am I supposed to crawl in the middle?”

nate puckerman"Alright, well. You're not pathetic. It's gonna take some time to not feel like this and that's alright. No one's staring at you expecting you to have your shit together. I know your brother isn't, Danny isn't and I sure as hell don't." He laughed when Midge mentioned that another girl might be in his bed, and to be honest.. He didn't even think of that, mostly because he wasn't one for letting people stay the night. Nate took Midge's hand and led her to her couch, sitting his back against the arm rest and motioning for her to get comfortable in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her, leaned over and kissed her collarbone. "Nah, you know me. I'm not a 'stay the night' kind of guy. I'm more a 'get the fuck outta here' guy but in a nice way. A gentle nudge, if you feel me."

Midge WildeShe wanted to argue that she was expecting herself to have her shit together, but she decided not to. She’d spent her whole life afraid of her father, this wasn’t anything new, it was just a new level of fear that she had to adjust to. She followed where he lead, settling against him and laying her head against his chest. She tilted her head to look up at him, a smirk on her lips, “I don’t know, babe, you might have a warped perception of yourself, I don’t think you’ve ever kicked me out of your bed, in fact, I can recall quite a few times where you asked me to stay the night. I suppose you’re going to tell me that’s just because I’m special?”

nate puckermanNate looked down at Midge and was taken aback, as always, by how fucking beautiful she was. He laughed when she mentioned that he'd never kicked her out and wondered if she would ever realize how exactly he looked at her. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you are special. The fuck? Don't you realize that? You ever see me going to these other girl's apartments and saying no to fucking them because I know they're upset?" He looked down at her, shaking his head in disbelief. "C'mon, babe. You've gotta realize you're number one, at least."

Midge WildeShe laughed softly, “Nah, you talk a big game but I think you’re secretly a softie, if another girl was upset you’d be sitting just like this with her, telling her she’s special.” Maybe that wasn’t true, not exactly, she knew him enough to know he wouldn’t ignore a girl being upset and fuck her anyways, but would he stay and tell her she was special, maybe not. “Of course I’m number one, I give better head than you even knew was possible, so no one comes before me, except for you, because you know how much I like having to beg for it.” She grinned, her hand grazing absently over his chest now, too. She felt herself relaxing more and more as they spoke, enjoying feeling so at ease with him, “You know, I like when you sleep here, too. I like waking up next to you.”

nate puckermanNate wasn't an asshole - he wouldn't just kick a girl out because she was sad or fuck her anyway, but he certainly wouldn't be holding them and telling them how special they were. He smirked when she talked about her head game because yes it was unbelievable, but this was even further proof that she had absolutely no idea what he felt for her. Nate couldn't decide if this was a good or bad thing, honestly. But he was gonna keep it that way as long as he possibly could. "You're such a bad girl, you know?" He laughed, settling one of his hands on her hip, moving her shirt just a little bit so he could feel her skin against his fingertips. "Yeah? Now I bet you say that to all that guys. Now you're trying to make me feel special, huh?"

Midge WildeMidge turned around to face him now, sitting back on her heels between his legs. “Sometimes I’m a good girl, just depends on my mood, really.” She grinned, leaning in to kiss him again. “I don’t have to worry about saying it or not, most guys aren’t allowed through the front door,” she paused, raising an eyebrow at her own words, “or the back door either, before you ask,” she grinned, “I only let the special ones come home with me, and I certainly don’t let just anyone show up unannounced and cuddle on my couch with me instead of fucking me so I can talk about my feelings.”

nate puckermanEven though Midge was calling him special, he knew that he wasn't the only guy that got this treatment from her. But Nate stayed quiet instead and tugged her close so he could kiss her, smile playing on his lips. "Damn, so.. If you're special to me and I'm special to you.. Sounds like you should let me through your back door," he teased, settling his hands on her thighs. She was so fucking clueless, honestly. "Seriously, though. I'm glad you trust me enough for all of that. I hope you know I'm always gonna be around to cuddle on your couch and talk about your feelings." Nate quirked an eyebrow, sliding his hands up to her waist. He really couldn't keep his hands off of her. "And to fuck you, of course."

Midge WildeHer eyebrows raised at his comment, she tilted her head to the side, “I thought you’d never ask,” she whispered against his lips, a short laugh escaping her. She kissed him fully now, her hands cupping his face as she did, hoping he knew how much she appreciated his presence. She finally pulled away, turning back around so she could settle into him again. “Tell me more about this shitty sex you had earlier, what happened?”

nate puckermanNate lost himself in the kiss for a moment, wondering if Midge actually had meant it. It wasn't something they'd ever talked about, but he was certainly interested in exploring that with her. After she turned around, he wrapped his arms around her to bring her closer. He laughed when she asked about the shitty sex and shrugged. "I don't know. She was clearly really enjoying herself, and I mean, yeah.. I got off. Like it was just okay. You know what I mean? Y'know how with us, we can't get enough of each other? How I can't get enough of you? Polar fucking opposite of that. I mean, I think she wanted more of me, but nah. It just wasn't clicking for me. She was hot too, so I don't know what's up with me."

Midge Wilde“Did she dead fish you or something?” She laughed, feeling bad that his night had been a dud. She’d had nights of her own like that, the sex was fine but that was all it was, and when it was done it was done and she had no need for more. That was never the case with Nate, she wasn’t sure there was ever a time they’d been together where they hadn’t gone multiple rounds, where she hadn’t craved more of him, or where he’d been able to keep his hands off of her. They had intense sexual chemistry, and it was more than that, there was such deep friendship between them, there was never a moment when they didn’t want each other. “Sometimes it’s just not there,” she sighed, her fingers drawing lazy circles on each of his knees, “Did you let her down easy, at least?”

nate puckermanJust sitting here like this was something that Nate didn't do with anybody but Midge, and it just felt good. Yeah, having sex with her was great, but this was just as good. Just talking to her and being with her. Nate couldn't remember the last time he'd felt that about someone. "Yeah, of course. You know I'm not an asshole. I did the whole 'oh shit, my boy just texted me and I gotta go' but I made it super convincing. What she doesn't need to know is I came to your place afterwards," he laughed. "I'm sure she'll be fine. She's probably telling her friends it was the best night of her life."

Midge WildeShe laughed again, “I’d tease you for being full of yourself but you’re probably right, and she’s probably not lying, it probably was the best night of her life.” Midge turned on her side now, so she could still relax but meet his eyes, too. “You wanna spend the night?” She asked, her eyes steady on his when she asked, there was no hidden meaning behind her words, wether spending the night meant fucking or not, she didn’t know or care, she just knew she didn’t want him to leave.

nate puckerman"You're damn straight it was," he grinned, knowing he knew exactly how to treat a woman right. Most dudes couldn't even find the clit correctly, which was just embarrassing. He looked down at her and nodded. "Yeah, I'll stay the night." He brushed Midge's hair out of her face, admiring her for a moment. It was kinda stupid how his heart felt when she looked up at him, but he really couldn't help himself. "Have you eaten? Should I order something to eat?"