A/N: There be smut in these waters. If you want to avoid it, stop reading when Lenny and Midge enter the room, and you can pick it back up again after the break! As usual, let me know what you think!
They walked along the boardwalk for a while, teasing each other and discussing the future; making plans for when they were both finally back in New York again. Lenny's coat was thrown over Midge's shoulders to guard her from the cool Miami breeze that was sweeping leaves over their path. The lounge they'd been dancing at was boiling hot, and Midge was definitely feeling the cool air as they strolled towards Lenny's hotel room.
"This is us," Lenny extended his arm to point their joined hands towards an unassuming blue door on the ground floor of the hotel.
"Nice, shiny number three."
"Yes. Uh, it was actually thirteen but the one fell off," he let go of her hand and gestured towards the trajectory the metal digit had taken, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
"Well when we live in an apartment we can call a super about that." Midge watched as he dug around in his pockets for the keys. She leaned against the door jamb, the cold metal digging into her shoulder blades.
"And what would he do?" Lenny leaned across from her, arms folded over his chest as he waited for an answer.
"Nothing," she shook her head and looked up at him with her sweetest smile. "But you'd have somebody to call."
He nodded his head thoughtfully, then finally pulled out the keys to the room. Midge pushed some of the hair off her neck and watched Lenny as he held up the small metal object with an unexpected shyness. "Key."
How many times had she watched men unlock doors? Whether it be her father or even Joel she'd never found it to be a particularly entrancing set of motions. The most attention she'd ever paid to the process only happened when she would let Ethan unlock the apartment door after a day out. With Lenny though she couldn't stop staring. Perhaps it was the anticipation of what was going to happen once they were finally on the other side of the door. Maybe it was that seeing Lenny in a domestic setting was something she would need to get used to over time. Either way, Midge was completely absorbed with watching her husband's forearm as he turned the key in the lock of a Miami hotel room. "And it works."
"Yes." He leaned forward into the room as far as he could as he pushed the door open. "The evening is going swimmingly so far."
He leaned back against the frame and stared down into Midge's wide eyes. She felt a welling up of emotion in her chest; a feeling enveloped her that she was too scared to put a label on quite yet.
"So, what did you think of my act?" She needed to distract herself from saying something wrong, and she knew harassing him about their conversation from that afternoon would get his attention.
"I thought it was sensational," he lowered his voice when he paid her the compliment.
She snatched up his hand again and stood up straighter. Even in her heels she was significantly shorter than his tall frame, but she made do with lifting her face towards his, making her intention clear.
"Thank you," she whispered and he bent down to her level.
The kiss was gentle, but filled with intent. Both of them knew where this evening would end, and neither wanted to wait any longer. Lenny tasted like their shared cigarette and his expensive whisky, and Midge couldn't get enough.
"Are you going to carry me over the threshold?" She was half joking, but was unsurprised when she found herself being lifted into Lenny's arms with ease. "Such a gentleman!"
Lenny kicked the door closed behind them and kept their lips together, exploring Midge's mouth as he set her down on the floor. She kicked her shoes off to the side and shrugged his borrowed coat off her shoulders to the carpet. There was a nagging voice in her head that insisted she go freshen up in the bathroom. The voice sounded like her mother and was hurriedly whispering to her that Midge had to reapply her makeup and half unhook her bra before this could go any further. Powder the red marks and hope he doesn't notice them. When Lenny pulled away the smallest fraction from their embrace, Midge swore it was because he was hearing the voice too.
They stared at each other for an extended moment, just soaking in the tension of before. He was asking her a question with his eyes, one that he was too nervous to ask aloud. It was that silence that let Midge brush away the voice in her head.
She didn't need to make herself up for Lenny Bruce; this man knew her in a way that no one else ever had. The red marks on her back and the smear of mascara that was likely under her eyes didn't matter to this man. He kissed her so soundly that any doubts of her appearance and her upcoming performance were dashed away. She found herself unconcerned with what he would find now that his hand was pulling down the zipper on her dress. Instead, she was distracted completely by what she was finding underneath the buttons of his dress shirt.
Lenny's lips rested on her neck, not quite kissing her, but pressing into her skin through distraction and a need for as much contact as possible. Midge helped him with her dress. She shifted her arms out of the thin sleeves and held onto him as it fell to her feet. He didn't stare down at her like a horny teenage boy, but he did look like he wanted to devour her.
Midge made quick work of Lenny's clothes as well. His shirt and tie were thrown to the floor like they had offended her, and his under shirt was tossed similarly. She couldn't stop herself from pressing her lips to his chest, where her hand had wanted to rest so many times since they'd first met.
She could feel Lenny's hand making quick work of the torture device around her chest, and it quickly came loose. Barely stopping herself from letting out a gust of relieved air, she shifted out of her bra and let it join everything else below them. She undid his belt and pulled at the button of his pants in a flurry of needy movements.
They didn't stop to breath properly until they were both even. He was in a pair of boxers and she was standing pressed against him equally undressed. Midge was not used to this kind of attention. His lips were on her constantly, his hands touching every inch of bare skin he could find. Her previous experiences had taught her to worship the man she was with so they could get to the good stuff. No one had ever cared enough about her needs to touch her and care for her like this. Lenny held her in reverence though, and looked at her like she was water in the desert. His heated breath washed across her as he finally pulled away to look at her nearly naked body.
"Worth the wait?" She couldn't stop herself from making the joke while he stared at her in awed silence.
"Mrs. Bruce," he shook his head and ran one of his hands down her back. "You're always worth the wait."
"Take me to bed, Lenny."
That was all the encouragement he needed to push her towards the soft blanketed mattress. Her body landed softly on the pink sheets and she was quickly covered by Lenny's unsurprisingly muscular form. Midge wrapped her legs up in his, lifting her hips to feel him against her heat.
"Fuck, Midge," he pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth teasingly when she repeated the movement a second time.
"Isn't that the idea?"
He rolled his eyes at her despite the heat of the moment they were sharing. Her mouth was about to form another joke, when she instead let out a moan at the feeling on his fingers rubbing her through her wet panties. Lenny smirked at the lewd sound and teased her again. When she bucked her hips toward his hand for more, he obliged by shifting his hand and pulling her panties down her thighs. They worked together to get them off, and his hand was on her again within moments.
Midge pulled his hand back down to her, and they kissed again just as he ran a finger between her lips. She let out a whine into his mouth that he knew the neighbours would have heard otherwise. He used his thumb to rub her clit while one of his fingers dipped just barely into her waiting centre. She groaned into his mouth again and pushed her hips in such a way that let him know she was ready for more. He added a second finger and moved his head down to her heaving chest. When he sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth she once again moved to take his fingers deeper and moaned when she did.
"You're so wet," he groaned around her breast. He thrust his fingers in and out of her as he spoke. "I want to taste you."
To his immense surprise, Midge shook her head 'no' at the suggestion. She grabbed his face with her hands and forced him back to her level. "I just want to feel you inside me."
"Are you sure, Midge?" He felt foolish asking her while he was still playing with her clit, but still wanted to give her the option. Not that she wouldn't always have the option, but he needed to voice it now.
She didn't answer his (she thought) frankly ridiculous question with words. She let her hands speak for her as she pushed down his boxers until he got the idea and kicked them the rest of the way off. She'd felt his hard length against her for too long already for her to survive any more time without him as close as possible. She wrapped her perfectly manicured fingers around his hardness and brought him to her entrance, running her thumb over his tip before letting him go. He took a free hand and intertwined their fingers, lifting the arm he was holding above her head on the pillow, holding her in place.
"Len-" he swallowed her words with his mouth as he thrust inside her, first only slightly, then more with each movement of their hips together. He'd already brought her so close with his fingers that she could feel her orgasm building deep in her stomach more quickly than she had ever experienced before.
Lenny moved his hand back down to her clit, bringing her closer to the edge that they were both teetering. They broke their kissing for much needed air. The space between them was sticky with sweat and heat, but they didn't notice. Midge stared into Lenny's eyes and felt herself welling up with happy tears.
"Fuck, Midge. I'm not going to last much longer," he sounded apologetic and yet blissfully happy. She bit her lip and shifted at just the right angle to make him go even deeper than before.
"Cum… cum for me!" She managed the words just as he pushed her over the edge and joined her in bliss.
They laid together to catch their breath. He was still inside her, she was trembling slightly as she came down from their shared high. They eventually separated though, however unwillingly. Lenny rolled onto his back and they reached for each other's hands at the same time, unwilling to truly separate just yet. He brought their hands up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, then rested them on his chest.
"Wanna go again?" Midge asked when her heart rate was finally slowing back down to normal.
"Jesus Christ," Lenny rolled to his side and leaned in to kiss her head. "You're going to kill me, woman. I can already see it coming."
Lenny had known since the moment Midge Maisel slid into the back of that police car with him, that he could stare at her for the rest of his life. He didn't normally find himself to be a very sentimental man, but there was something about her porcelain skin and lovely eyes that kept him awake at night. Before, the long nights spent smoking on a fire escape were a shameful secret between himself and the alley cats. He was still married to Honey when they met, but things had already fallen apart long before Midge stepped drunkenly into his life. And now here he was, staring at Midge's beautiful face for far longer than he was sure respectable people would find appropriate. But he was not a respectable person - ask anyone.
If you'd told him a year ago that he would be married again and laying happily next to his wife, he could have called you crazy. Lenny Bruce had not come to expect a long happy life, but now he was looking forward to the idea. He didn't picture himself as an Upper West Side, happy wife, happy children, happy life kind of guy, but Midge Maisel had made that all possible.
Or Midge Bruce did.
And he was going to do everything in his power to keep a smile on her face. He was going to dress up and say the right things to her parents at breakfast in a few hours. Then he was going to call Honey about Kitty and update her on his situation. Tell her that his life was finally going to be in a place where he'd get to see his daughter for more than a few supervised hours at a time.
"Is something on fire?" Midge still sounded tired, but her eyes were scrunched up in the morning light as she watched him back. "Or is it just the gears in your head working too hard? Because I smell smoke."
He leaned forwards and kissed her, ignoring the taste of stale alcohol that coated both of their mouths. "God forbid one thinks about how best to please their lovely wife."
She kissed him again, and groaned as the room phone started to ring. "I think you did a good enough job of that last night."
While Midge leaned over to answer the ringing phone, Lenny finally got up to get ready for the day. She'd already warned him the night before that they were going to have breakfast with her parents. He didn't know they were in town, but despite his nervousness, he found himself looking forward to their relationship seeing the light of day. He did like her father when they met too, and her mother seemed strict but caring in the brief moments they crossed paths. This couldn't be that horrible, right?