Well, I'm back :) I am SO sorry this has taken so long!

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I walked into the pub in a much less happy mood than usual due to my sexual frustration, but I tried my best to get into my work and put on a smile while I poured drinks, waited tables, bused the tables, joked around with the customers and sang an occasional solo with the band.

Around eight o'clock, I looked up and I felt my heart jumped into my throat. Murphy was sitting at the bar, blue eyes locked on me, and I wondered vaguely how he'd gotten there without me even noticing!

"Murphy, what are you doing here?" I squeaked, "Wait, that's a dumb question! You can come here anytime you want, of course. Guinness?"

I was blabbering, I knew it and I turned my back to him to pour his Guinness. But when I turned around, he was still staring and he didn't even thank me when I handed him his glass, he simply took a long drink and licked the foamy remnants of the head off his top lip slowly. Oh god, he was going to make my damn ovaries explode! I quickly looked away and grabbed my wipe down rag as I escaped from behind the bar and headed to the most recently emptied table, silently glad it was a busy night. But I could still feel those blue eyes boring into my back...or my backside as I leaned over the table to reach across with my rag. I stood up quickly and covered my ass with my palm, self consciously and glanced over my shoulder. Sure enough, he was still staring, dark and somber as he leaned back on the bar.

"Aby! Give us a song, love!" one of the patrons yelled out, a drunken tinge to his voice.

Oh, god no...please don't ask me to get up there! He's gonna make me too nervous to sing!

An encouraging cheer raised from the customers and I sighed, knowing I had no choice and was not in the mood for explaining why I didn't want to...so I made my way to the stage and gripped the mic stand nervously as the band began to play the familiar tune of The Mountains of Mourne. I took a steadying breath and avoided looking at Murphy as I sang the familiar words and then did a small bow at the end when the applause started. Finally, I allowed myself a glance in his direction...and he was still staring with that same intense look in his eyes.

I couldn't avoid the bar any longer and I hung my head as I made my way over, every nerve on edge. I put my back to him and busied myself putting bottles back on the shelf.

"Hey, Aby!" someone called from across the pub, "Can I get another Heineken?"

"Sure thing!" I called over my shoulder, grabbing a glass and filling it. I came out from behind the bar and took the beer to the customer and spent as long as I could talking to him to avoid having to return to the bar. Then I spotted a table needing to be bused and I started grabbing the plates and glasses and made my way towards the kitchen door. But as I passed the bar, Murphy's hand grabbed the tails of my apron and stopped me. I felt his breath on my ear as he leaned forward.

"Don't wear yourself out tonight," he said, his voice a smooth whisper. I wonder if this is how the Devil had sounded to Eve during the infamous temptation. "I've got big plans for you."

I almost turned around to ask him what plans these were but I felt his hand connect to my right butt cheek with a sharp slap and I jumped forward and continued my way to the kitchen in haste, every nerve in my body tingling at the images flooding my mind.

"What's up, Aby? You look like the cat that ate the canary!" Damian, our second cook, asked me as I set the dirty dishes in the sink with a blushing smile on my face.

"It's just a really good day, Damian," I replied, "Just feelin' good!"

He looked a little skeptical, but he continued flipping burgers and didn't press the issue. I hesitated by the door on my way out, unsure I could meet Murphy's eyes with any sort of dignity and inward strength, those blue eyes could knock me flat on my back...and I was pretty sure they would do just that tonight when I got back to my apartment.

Going about my work all night with Murphy watching my every move was the most nerve-wracking thing I'd ever done in my life. I was praying silently for Connor to come in and alleviate the tension but he never showed his face the whole night and by closing time, my entire being was on edge.

I spent as much time as possible closing down the pub, turning off lights, cleaning up, and reorganizing the collection of liquor bottles behind the bar...until there was nothing possible left for me to do. I nervously grabbed my coat from the rack and stepped outside, locking the door behind me.

"About time," Murphy's voice in my ear made my heart skip a beat and my stomach flip crazily.

"Murphy!" I squeaked, placing my hand to my chest to calm my rapidly beating heart. Shivers went trickling down my spine when I felt his nose nuzzle into the junction of my neck and shoulder, the heat of his breath on my skin a major contrast to the freezing cold air around me.

"Mmm, Aby, can't wait t' make you scream my name again," he murmured, his voice had dropped down to a level that made his whole chest rumble as he pressed into me from behind.

"Stop it, Murphy," I shuddered, "I have to be able to walk back to the apartment at least and you're making it rather difficult to stand on these legs."

"These?" he asked huskily, and I felt his hands run over my backside and down the backs of my thighs, his nose running down my spine as he bent to reach the spot behind my knees. I giggled without any control over it, I was ridiculously ticklish and my knees buckled from the touch in that sensitive area. Murphy chuckled in my ear as he supported my weight and lifted me back onto my feet. "Easy now."

"Stop," I sighed heavily, yanking away from him and heading towards the direction of my apartment. I heard Murphy laugh and he fell in step beside me, gripping my hand in his and making circles on the back of it with his thumb as we walked. I thought we would never reach my dang apartment, but I finally found myself unlocking the lower level door and making my way up the stairs. I fumbled with my keys, my hands not seeming to work properly as I tried to unlock my apartment door. Eventually, Murphy gently snatched the keys from me and smoothly unlocked it, pushing me forward gently through the now open door. I stood there half frozen as I heard the door close behind me and my breath hitched when I heard the lock click, Murphy had just locked us in.

"You look kind of tense, Aby," Murphy commented as he hung my keyring on the holder next to the kitchen door.

"Tense?" I laughed, trying to ease my own inner tension.

Murphy chose that moment wrap his arms around me from behind and rest his chin on my shoulder. He was warm and firm and I could literally feel the strength of him rolling off in waves as I leaned back into him.

"Aby, if you're not sure you want to do this..." he hinted, telling me in his own way I had to make a decision soon.

"Murphy MacManus," I said, surprised. I turned to face him, meeting his beautiful blue eyes with confidence. "I may be slightly nervous, but I am POSITIVE I want to do this!"

"You won't be nervous soon enough," he promised me, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned forward and I found myself being kissed like I'd never been kissed before. Of course I'd had boyfriends before who I'd been very close to and I'd kissed a lot of people, but nothing compared to the heat, the passion, the power of this kiss. My toes literally curled as his lips and tongue worked their slow, sensuous magic, and I wondered vaguely if my kisses were anywhere near as amazing as his. Suddenly, Murphy pulled back and looked at me questioningly. "You're thinking way too hard. Something you want to say?"

"No," I shook my head quickly, "No, don't stop, Murph! I was just letting my imagination run away with me."

"Yeah? Anything interesting I should know about?" Murphy asked, his hands sliding up and down my arms as he stepped closer, our hips bumped together and I could feel he was already getting hard between us.

"Just wondering...if I'm a good kisser," I admitted, blushing.

"Fuckin' expert," Murphy replied simply, dipping his head to kiss me again. This time I added my own tongue to mix and our sweet little kiss turned into a passionate fight for dominance, and I felt myself being pushed backwards towards my living room. "C'mon. I ain't fucking you on the couch our first time."

And, wonder of wonders, I found myself lifted into his arms, bridal style and I squealed with delight. He smiled and began walking towards my bedroom down the hall. He kicked my door open without any sort of grace, causing it to smack loudly into the wall which sent me into a fit of giggles. Murphy laughed along with me and dumped me unceremoniously on the bed then stepped back, his eyes scanning me slowly. Then he got on the bed with me, positioning himself over me for a moment, his eyes burning into mine as he looked down at me, then he rolled off to the opposite side to lay next to me and pull me close.

"Been waiting years for this," he mumbled into my skin as he began to assault my neck and ear with his mouth, "Whole time Connor and I were in the States...couldn't get you off my mind, you know?"

I moaned, not quite able to find the words to say with his tongue tracing the muscle on the side of my neck. I turned to face him and my fingers began exploring the angles of his face, brushing over the coarse hairs on his chin, threading through his dark hair and finally coming to rest on the back of his neck as he kissed me deeply once again.

In my mind I had always pictured Murphy as a rough, demanding lover. Hard. Firm. Yet understanding and careful...nothing like he was being right now. Right now he was staring at me like I was something worth adoring, those normally hard and piercing blue eyes were soft and darkened by his arousal as he stared at me, reading the minute changes of my face as his hands slid up the front of my shirt. His eyes held an unspoken question as his fingertips brushed the bottom of my bra, of course I nodded my approval and he shifted to where he could lift my shirt all the way up. I sat up to accommodate his wishes and I raised my arms as he slipped the material over my head and then flicked it off to the side carelessly.

"Your turn," I demanded, preventing his hands from returning to their task. He eyed me curiously for a moment before he grinned and sat up, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion and tossing it behind him. I eyes the pale expanse of his chest with awe, admiring every bullet induced scar, every permanent inked picture, every dark curl of hair...especially the ones that made a line down into the front of his faded jeans.

Murphy must have decided I'd seen enough for now because he was one me quickly, pushing me back on the bed as he straddled my hips, his hands slid behind my back to unclip the straps to the material separating our chests. With expert skill that made me wonder where it had been achieve, Murphy unclipped my bra with one try and slid it off me without hesitation, his mouth immediately roved from my collarbone to my chest, leaving a tingly wet trail. When his mouth found my left nipple, I saw little white stars in my vision, I'd never felt anything quite like this before.

He worked on my chest for a good amount of time before his hands and head began to move lower, his lips skimming tantalizingly slow over the skin of my stomach and then to my hipbones just beneath the top of my jeans, his fingers pulling the material down slightly. He looked up at me from his position between my legs and I swore I was going to lose it right there.

"Hey now, lass, don't be doin' that without me," Murphy stated, his voice thick and full of promise, "I'll make it worth the wait, promise."

That made me squeeze my thighs together and he lifted himself off me to allow that to happen, grinning as he watched me squirm beneath him, apparently enjoying his ability to put me in a sex-filled fog. Then he reached out and unsnapped the button of my jeans with a tiny flick of his thumb and forefinger, then he slid his finger down on the zipper and undid it easily. I raised my hips to allow him to slip the suddenly stifling material off of me and I was surprised when he took my panties along with them. I knew what he was planning, but I had no idea he was going to forego the teasing, and I let out a long whimpering squeal when he quickly ducked his head between my thighs and slid his hot, pulsating tongue inside me with a small growl that vibrated against my thighs.

"Oh my god...Murphy..." I whimpered as he worked unspeakable magic with his tongue and teeth and lips, while his thumb circle lazy over the sensitive bump just under his nose. I could feel the prickle of his goatee against the sensitive skin of my thighs, and my ass when he delved in particularly deep, and it was driving me insane with the need for him to get down to the real business. A white hot jolt from deep inside me made my legs suddenly close in on his head, pressing into his ears as he looked up at me with a tremendously self-satisfied look. When my muscles discovered they could work correctly again, I relaxed and he lifted his head, his mouth and facial hair were glistening obscenely with what I knew was definitely not his own spit...he grinned and licked his lips like an adult version of Wile E. Coyote.

I reached down in desperation and got a grip on his hair, yanking firmly to get him to come up to me. He chuckled and did what I wanted, our bodies matching up as he did. I immediately caught his mouth with mine and I could taste myself on his lips...and damned if I didn't find that sexy as hell!

"You...pants off...now!" I panted, trying hard to obtain some sort of control in this situation.

"You tellin' me or askin'?" Murphy teased and I realized I must not have sounded very commanding. None the less, Murphy sat back and started to undo the button on his jeans until I slapped his hand away and sat up to take on the task. I wasted no time, I wanted him to be as bare as I was and I wanted him to get on with this already! He was driving me insane with the teasing and the scorching looks and the feather light touches on my belly. With that thought in mind, I yanked his jeans down over his hips and his eyes widened slightly at the force with which I did it. Laughing, he laid back and lifted his hips to allow me to remove them completely, then he raised them once more for me to slide his boxers down as well, finally freeing him from the confines of the material. I eyed him appreciatively. Murphy was substantially packaged and he smiled at my obvious approval.

"Gonna sit there gawking all day or are you gonna get up her and kiss me, girl?" he asked snarkily as he put his hands behind his head in a relaxed way. I looked up at his face and grinned before I lined up with him again, my hand gripping his hard as stone, yet smooth as velvet, length as my mouth clamped onto his once again. He jumped slightly at the first touch of my hand but then I felt him smile into my lips and he slid his tongue between my teeth as I began moving my hand slowly up and down the length of him.

I got a wicked idea in my head and I started to move intentionally lower against his body, planning on going until my mouth replaced my hand where it was still working carefully. But Murphy suddenly grabbed my shoulders and sat up, turned me over and slammed me on my back on the soft covers of the bed.

"Don't get any ideas," he mumbled into my chest neck as he straddled me.

"But you..." I tried to argue.

"You arguing with me?" Murphy barked. There, that was the Murphy I'd imagined...but his bite was so much softer than his bark, and I mean a literal bite. He nipped me on my collarbone just hard enough to sting slightly, but in a deliciously intoxicating way. I arched up into him and moaned loudly as his hand slid down my body to reach between us, I felt him line himself up against me, bumping into my core in a teasing manner.

"No, not arguing at all," I whispered, barely daring to breathe as I waited for his next move.

His next move proved to be a smooth, forward glide of his hips which pushed his length into me slowly, carefully, cautiously. He watched my face the entire way in, watching for any pain or discomfort in my expression. I knew he wouldn't find it though, it was too damn amazing to make any expression but pure ecstasy. My breath hitched as he jerked his hips back and forth in a quick motion to test my reaction. He must have liked what he saw because he started to push into me and pull almost completely out again in a deliciously wicked rhythm, not fast, not slow...just right.

"Murph..." I sighed happily as he braced his palms on either side of my arms to steady himself as he picked up a little speed and depth.

"Aby...god, you're so damn beautiful," Murphy whispered tightly as he closed his eyes and tried to focus, "Damned if don't wanna come already."

I giggled, but it turned into a loud shaky groan as Murphy's hips began to buck in a faster, firmer rhythm. I could already feel the coiling knot inside me getting tighter and tighter and I clutched his back firmly, trying to avoid digging my nails into his skin. That didn't last long however, and I was soon holding on for dear life, my nails embedded into the inked skin of his upper back as his rhythm increased to an almost frantic pace, our hipbones colliding almost painfully. I pulled myself up into his chest and turned my head to nibble at the tattoo of the Virgin Mary on his neck, reveling in the feel of his muscles working under my hands and against every other inch of me as well as my vision began to fade on the edges, signaling how close I was to falling over the edge.

Almost as soon as that thought entered my mind, I felt something inside me snap and I arched my hips into his firmly as my head fell back and my mouth opened in a silent scream. I felt the snap turn into long, pulsating spasm deep inside me.

"Oh my god...oh shit...MURPHY!" I shrieked in absolute euphoria as the power of that orgasm flooded every inch of me. I heard Murphy make grunting laugh noise above me a split second before his whole body tensed above me then I felt him jerk inside me and a new kind of heat filled my core as he released inside me. For a few moments, he was perfectly still above me as he twitched inside of me, then he let out a long, heavy breath and his head dropped to where his forehead pressed into my shoulder.

"Holy shit," he whispered, "Holy fuckin' shit."

I giggled and he rolled off to the side, ending our connection which I didn't really like the idea of. I could do this forever. All day, every day. Murphy MacManus was as good of a drug as they come if not one hundred times better. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling of this high I was on.

"Told you," Murphy chuckled from beside me, making me crack an eye open to look at him.

"Told me what?" I asked, curious.

"Told you I'd make you scream my name again."

Indeed.

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Once again, I apologize this took so long! I stayed up till 5 A.M. to finish this and get it up for you! So do me a favor in return and leave me some reviews :D