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No, wait…here! A/N: This is per a request from some of you lovely and amazing reviewers who wanted some MurdocxNoodle action. Takes quite a turn from the original Therapy fic, but I feel I better represented Murdoc here.

WARNING! This one gets pretty graphic because Murdoc is a total wretch and—let's face it—so am I!

Hugs and kisses to my always willing and able beta Resplendent Decadence. Continue to rock my face off because you do it so well!

Therapy Lemon

The moment of emotional clarity was blissful for both. The prior confusion was well on its way to being forgotten—swept under the rug of their physical desire for one another. Noodle, for a while, had feared this moment would have been awkward—assuming that it was going to happen at all that is. Murdoc was not an emotional kind of guy, he was not a nice guy and Noodle feared time alone and therapy would have changed that. As much as he had needed to mature and reevaluate his treatment of his family and bandmates, Noodle did not miss a sensitive, emotional Murdoc. She missed and was falling for, the rude, selfish, conceited, pervert that she had been shipped to all those years ago. So, although the admittance part of their union was not awkward—silence seemed to speak volumes in comparison to what either would have attempted—the physicality of it now was on its way there. The guitarist realized she had never recalled seeing Murdoc kiss someone nor hear him or anyone else ever speak of it. 2D and Russel had the occasional flavor of the week or girlfriend and even they had given some modicum of evidence that they had kissed before. However…Murdoc…kissing did not seem like it would fit his style. He had initiated a kiss with her twice now and although the first was more awkward simply because of its shock value, this one was morphing into that same awkwardness.

Despite the possibility of becoming awkward, Noodle decided that as kisses—or kissing—goes, this one was turning out to be of the epic standard. Murdoc utilized the additional length of his tongue, wrapping it around hers in a coiling, twisting sort of dance and often caressing the far corners of her mouth that had never been touched before, but felt wonderful.

The wonderfully awkward kissing aside, Noodle was getting impatient. This man was considered a connoisseur of sex, a legend in the bedroom; Noodle would be a liar and a fool if she did not admit to wanting in on that. The guitarist tried to cleverly press her robe-clad body against the bassist's, hoping to encourage more mischievous behavior before she questioned his sanity.

It worked.

It really worked.

She had given Murdoc the fuck-me-or-else hint he had been looking for the entire time and with nothing short of relief, the Satanist flipped the preverbal switch on his "nice" personality and attacked the short guitarist. With a muffled squeak of surprise, Noodle found herself pressed in between her bedroom wall and the bassist. He broke away from their kiss and instead slid his long tongue around the base of her neck, earning a gasp from the guitarist as the appendage danced over the sensitive skin.

Murdoc grabbed her legs and threw them around his waist hurriedly before slamming his hips into hers; the collision of such a sensitive area nearly had the woman seeing stars. Oh yeah, he's back. Thank the fuckingMuses he's BACK! Noodle heeled the Satanist's ass, grinding her center on his dick and creating a blinding pleasure that had her back arching off the wall and a shameless moan breaking free from her lips. Then, phase two of Murdoc's patience ran dry.

The band leader ripped her robe off her body—literally, the sound frightening the guitarist momentarily—leaving her bare for his viewing pleasure. Murdoc growled, only half interested in her nudity—he would stare at her afterward once the deed was done and their frustrations eased. Balancing her on his hips and arms, he managed to release his cock from his jeans and thrust against her entrance, teasing her opening and awakening a plethora of nerves that had long been dormant. Noodle screamed, feeling herself become wetter as he rubbed himself against her.

Her vision went blank when another pleasurable sensation shot from her breasts to her core; Murdoc's lengthy tongue circling each nipple and lavishing them with attention before skirting along the underside of her breasts. Noodle thudded her head against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to take in all the sensation at once. It was more pleasure, more ecstasy than she had ever experienced before with any other lover; yet it still was not enough. Noodle wanted every inch of him inside of her and, quite frankly, he was taking too damn long.

"Is the lengthy delay due to a recent development of some erectile dysfunction in your old age?" Noodle licked her dry lips, smirking when the bassist stopped all movements and slowly made eye contact with her, death and shock present in the glare he sent to her. The guitarist smirked, Oh Murdoc? Meet some moxie…it can get pretty feisty.

She leaned in closer to him, heeling him again into her groin and causing his eye to twitch; his face turning an unusual shade of red from his anger. "Hurry. The. Fuck. Up. Love."

Murdoc gnashed his teeth, growling at her, "Yeh playin' wit' Hell's fire, love. Be careful, wen yeh start makin' demands."

"Good, because I'm getting hot, love," was Noodle's quick remark.

Had it been possible, Noodle would have seen Murdoc mentally shrug; a fuck-it-she-asked-for-it kind of mental shrug. It was not as if Murdoc never was a fan of that kind of sexual behavior, he bloody invented it! He had been trying to show a modicum of consideration for a woman he knew would hold a rather permanent station in his life. However, if that is not what she wants—then thank Satan…

Before the young guitarist could blink she was spun away from the wall and planted face first into her bed with her hips in Murdoc's hands. Had she another second to raise her head she would have been able to get in one more snide remark before the bassist efficiently shut her up. As it were, he was a little quicker than she was. Right as her face hit the mattress, Murdoc kicked apart her legs and slammed his cock to the hilt inside her and immediately thrusting at a fast and steady pace. Noodle bit her comforter, clawing at her bed, doing anything to try and get a grip on herself. It was almost too much too fast, she felt as if she was in a constant and never-ending state of near-orgasm and it was painful.

Noodle spit out a mouthful of blanket. "M-Murdoc, please…please make…make me—ah!—make me come! Please!" The guitarist felt ready to explode at any moment, but could not seem to fall over the precipice into total bliss.

Murdoc grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her towards him and forcing her back to arch as he whispered harshly to her, "Then yeh goin' to touch yehself, love. Touch yehself for me and come by yo' own hand." With that the bassist suddenly yanked himself out of her—Noodle gasping from the sudden exit—before flipping her over onto her back and spreading her legs once again to slam himself home, inside her center.

"Touch yehself. Now," he ordered, thrusting steadily inside her. Noodle moaned, her hands fluttering around her body as if confused where to start first. The idea of it, actually doing it herself as he watched, aroused her beyond comprehension. A little timid, but desperately wanting to come with him watching her, Noodle began caressing herself, squeezing and playing with her breasts with one hand while the other floated down the planes of her stomach to her nether regions where Murdoc was thrusting relentlessly into her. Her finger danced over her clit, her movements unsure until the pleasure began to build once again and she found the spot she needed. Noodle arched into the bassist and her hand, moaning loudly, the sound rich with the ecstasy that he alone could witness her come by her own hand.

The bassist—in typical Murdoc fashion—does not delay his orgasm when he feels its approach like a generous lover would. Instead, he thrust harder into her, watching as she began to fondle herself with a reckless abandon; the pink flush of her cheeks and the way she bit her lip signaling her own release approaching. Then, as he'd hoped, she suddenly clenched tightly around him and arched her back off the bed, screaming to the ceiling as she came on his cock.

Murdoc continued to thrust into her well after her orgasm peaked and, as he came inside her, watched as his orgasm ripped another orgasm from her tired body, a gasping moan falling from her lips in near disbelief. The bassist smirked down at the woman, pulling out of her once his own tremors ceased and patting her thigh in mock sympathy—she had a long way to go before she was accustomed to his methods. No better time like the present…

Noodle lay panting on her bed, her knees falling together haphazardly and her body shaking with the tremors of an orgasm she could no longer tell was happening or had happened. She peeked an eye open to glance at the bassist—unsure of where he went upon pulling himself out—and gaped wide-eyed when he stood before her, smirking, and stroking his limp cock.

"Again."

Noodle blinked. Again? Surely not…the guitarist quirked her brow at him, silently imploring him with an are-you-fucking-kidding glare.

He nodded. "Touch yehself again."

Noodle's mouth dropped open, on the verge of telling him to get bent when the reality of it all hit her like a bag of nails. This was the Murdoc she wanted…the domineering, bossy, sexy bassist. Despite having cum several times, Noodle realized she was, in fact, still aroused.

She slowly began to touch herself, gliding her fingers over her clit once…twice…thrice, before an orgasm she had not expected surprised her and ripped through her body like an arrow racing toward its target. Noodle cried out from the intense pleasure and just as she began to come down from it she heard the bassist once more.

"Again."

Over and over he had her coming, standing their stroking himself and watching as she brought herself to orgasm just by his words. "Again. Again. Again. Again."

Finally, and without Noodle realizing it since her mind was slightly preoccupied, her legs were spread once more and Murdoc nestled himself in between her thighs, his pace just as quick as it was before and his release wasting no time in its arrival. Noodle, however, was screaming at the top of her lungs, an orgasm slicing through her every time their pubic bones collided. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the intensity, having reached her limit and tempted to tell the bassist 'no more' when he thrust inside her one last, rough time and came. His body stilled through his orgasm before relaxing, the band leader collapsing on the bed next to his guitarist and smirking down at her exhausted state.

Noodle recalled the bassist lying down next to her and then nothing afterward. It was not until the strangest sensation shook her body that she realized she had been sleeping, knocked out from the excessive amount of orgasms. The guitarist snorted to herself running a hand through her matted and sweaty hair and wondering how a man nearly twice her age had the stamina of an 18 year old boy. She glanced next to her to see if he had succumbed to sleep as well, only to find the space next to her empty.

"What….aaah!"

The same sensation that had awakened her flared once again from her nether regions and she quickly glared down the planes of her torso to see Murdoc's face in between her spread legs, the top of his broken nose and up the only parts visible to her. You have to be kidding me…

Noodle felt a weird, internal ripple below her belly button; a ripple that made her eyes roll back into her head and her body spasm from the pleasure lingering from her previous activities. She thought he had been licking her opening, but whatever he was doing filled her as if he were thrusting his cock inside her once again…only…different…?

The guitarist managed to prop herself up on her elbows—after a number of failed attempts—and stared down at what the Satanist was doing to her, nudging his head with her knee to get his attention. He glanced up at her, pulling his face away and Noodle watched in pure amazement as the entire length of his tongue slowly withdrew from her core, the tip sliding upward and circling her clit.

Noodle gasped, unbelieving of what she had just seen. "You have GOT to be kidding me!" His response was that trademark, feral grin of his, the long appendage circling her most sensitive area dipping down again and thrusting once inside her, causing her to flinch from the sudden invasion.

"Yeh might as well get used to it love, I've been a long, long time wit'out and I think I'll be needin' 'is kind of attention fo' a good while." Noodle swore as the bassist crawled up the length of her body and she saw his jutting erection—hard and ready to go—aiming for her entrance.

"Seems as if I'm not g-getting much choice in…the…mat-ter—AH!" Murdoc slammed himself to the hilt inside her, her chest colliding with his as she arched her back off the bed. He wrapped one arm around her—the other supporting their upright bodies on the bed—and leaned in close to whisper in her ear, his tongue circling its outer shell.

"No. Yo' not. And as far as this—" Murdoc slowly eased himself out of her before thrusting inside once more; circling his hips against hers as she moaned loudly, "—goes, yo' not likely to get much choice, love. When I want it, I'll take it."

His words and the thrusting of his cock inside her nearly sent her over the edge. She grabbed at his back with her fingernails, clutching him to her desperately and rubbing against him, wanting the orgasm to come like she had never before.

"Yeh mine, love," he whispered, biting her throat and pounding into her harder than he ever had.

That did it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she fell into the depths of their lust.

Hell, yes. I'm yours. Always yours.