Warren comes to visit Murphy. She expects to see him at the bar, but he's nowhere to be found. She finds Wesson and walks over to him. "Is Murphy around?" she asks. Wesson glances up at her with a less-than-pleasant expression on his face. "Warren. Looking for Murphy?" he asks. She nods. He takes a second to answer. "He's busy. Come back some other time," he says, putting his face down.
"What's he busy with?" she asks, leaning onto the bar where he's cleaning a glass. He stops wiping and looks directly at her. "He's busy," he sneers. She gets the message and pushes herself off the bar before sighing and walking to the exit. "Warren?" Comes a familiar voice from behind her.
She turns around to find Murphy standing in a doorway in all his devilish red glory. "What're you doing here?" he asks with a soft yet confused smile. She turns around and faces him. "Well, I need to speak with you, but I heard you were busy. Was gonna come back later..." she says the last part softly. He nods. "Come upstairs. I'm not that busy." Wesson glares at her as she walks up the stairs. "Warm welcome there..." she mutters to herself. Murphy stops on the steps and turns down to look at her. She stops, too. "Well, you did kill Hope. She was friends with Wesson." Murphy shrugs before continuing up the stairs. She follows him, feeling a bit of guilt—those words she said. 'Murphy loves you...' she thinks.
When they get to his bedroom, he gets sidetracked and ends up showing her what's new with the room. He gets to the bed sheets when he remembers what they're up here for. "You wanted to talk to me?" he says, pulling himself away from his own distractions. Warren's lips curl upward into a soft smile as she nods. The smile fades a little as she pauses. She's thinking of how to word this. "Warren, you're taking too long to answer. Still not awake fully from your two-year coma?" Murphy jokes. Warren finally looks up to him with a new look he's never seen before. "Hope..." she says softly.
"The woman you killed," Murphy adds. She gives him a kook, and he shuts up.
"She said something to me that's stuck with me since then..." She looks away from him. Murphy gives her a puzzled look until something of recognition crosses it. "Look," he starts but doesn't get to finish. "I love you too, Murphy." This surprises him into silence. "We've been through a lot..." Warren lets out a soft chuckle. "It's been all business since New York..."
"Hey, you don't have to say anything," Murphy interjects. "It was just—"
"Murphy, let me finish speaking," she says.
He shuts up.
"Even though you were my mission, I still thought of you as a friend. Even though you caused me so much stress." Murphy can agree with that. He nervously fidgets with something in his jeans pocket as she speaks. "That doesn't mean it was boring either. Dangerous, yes, but it was fun," Warren admits. Something Murphy really wasn't expecting. "Fun? You? You had fun chasing me around?" Murphy teases. She playfully swats at him. "You know what I mean..." she says.
"Warren, what's the real reason you came over here?" Murphy asks. Warren looks up to him. "I want... to be with you," she softly admits, taking a huge risk in saying what she just said. "What about Cooper?" Murphy asks, sounding dismissive. She shakes her head. "He's great and all, but he's not you."
"And what does that mean?" Murphy asks. She doesn't answer right away. He goes down on his bed, leaving her standing alone. He lays down so he's looking up at the ceiling. He was just about to take a nap before she got here. She walks over. "He and I don't have history together." She sits down next to him. "We've not been through crazy shit together. We didn't go to a zombie strip club in Colorado." She smiles, sitting down next to him. Murphy smiles. "We didn't get hunted down by the Mexican cartel together." Murphy chuckles. "That was something huh? La Raina," he says, shivering a bit. Warren smiles.
"My point is...he doesn't make me feel the level of comfort you and I have," she admits a little hesitantly. He looks up at her with lust-filled eyes. She looks down at them, getting lost for a second. "Warren..." he breathes out, looking down at her lips and back up to her eyes once more. She leans down and hovers over his lips. "Do you want this too, or am I just making a damn fool out of myself?" she asks in all seriousness. Murphy doesn't miss a beat, pushing their heads together. Initially, the kiss is a bit harsh, but this is precisely how their relationship started. Their first meeting is in New York. It was rough and uncertain.
Once they've moved to a better rhythm, he kisses her gently and carefully as he threads his fingers through her beautiful brown hair. Their lips touch one another in a way that makes Murphy's dick twitch in his jeans. It feels so good. This kiss. Like it's the first time he's kissing anyone. He feels so alive with her. He feels human with her. Murphy pulls away and lets out a deep breath. "Come here," he softly demands with a raspy voice. He's patting his lap. She smirks down at him before getting on top of him, straddling his waist. She settles herself down right above his dick, and he gulps. She leans down and kisses his neck with those perfect lips of hers. He lets out a deep groan from his throat when her sweet, delicious lips move on the red flesh of his neck. His hands gravitate towards her hips. He brushes over them gently before yanking his hands back in shock. It's like he got shocked by the way he reacted. She chuckles against his neck, making Murphy shiver. "You can touch me, Murphy."
"Call me Alvin," he whispers out in response. She goes back to kissing his neck. This time, she slightly grazed her teeth over some parts. It kind of scares him, but it's her. She won't bite him, not that he'd mind...
His hands ghost over her hips and waist once more, gently, before they press into her flesh. This earns a beautiful breath of air into his right ear from her. He shivers again. He doesn't stop touching her now. She gave him permission, after all.
His fingers massage her lower back, mapping out her body. "You're so beautiful, Warren," Murphy breathes out with his eyes closed. He's lost in the movements to notice that she's stopped kissing his neck. When he finally comes to his senses, he panics. 'Was that too much?' His panicked eyes shoot open to find her staring down at him with a shocked expression. "I mean it...you know. Unless that's too much...then you look beaten up, dog," he says, tripping over his words. She laughs out loud as she plops down her head on his chest. Murphy lets out a sigh of relief. Unless—is she going to hit him? As The panic subsides a bit, an idea pops into his horney head. He wants to say it to her, but that might be too much.
When she's finished laughing, she sits up with a smile only an angel could produce. "Let me please you, Warren—" He gets cut off.
"Call me Roberta. We've known each other long enough. I think you should be using my first name, don't you?" He nods robotically. "What would you do to please me, Alvin?" she asks, giving him all of her attention. She places her hands on his torso to keep her support while she sits there. He opens his mouth like a fish before speaking. It's good that he's all red, or else it would be too apparent that he's blushing like a schoolgirl. "Sit on my face." Warren's side smirks him. "Didn't peg you to be into that," she admits.
"I told you that I want to please you. Didn't I?" he says, staring at her with a slightly ajar mouth. "You did," she says. "But you've gotta stop gawking at me like a fish first," she teases. He nods and shuts his mouth.
"Are you sure, though?" She asks with a head tilt as she sits up straighter. He can feel her strong hands on his ribs. It tickles a bit. He props himself up on his elbows, pushing them back a bit. "Yes. I'm absolutely sure, Roberta." He licks his lips as he smirks. "I've wanted to eat you out since the day I met you." Warren hits him with a nearby pillow. He dramatically falls to the bed. She looks away while playing with the tongue in her mouth. She's thinking. When she turns back, she grabs his loose tie, bringing his face closer to hers. "I'm not exactly...a model-type body if you know what I mean—" She's interrupted by Murphy. "I don't need a skinny model. I need your perfect body on my face, sweetheart," he says with a wink. "You're perfect, Roberta. In every way," he admits, getting a little more embarrassed at the end. She blushes a little. "I—I haven't—"
"Doesn't matter." He raises a hand to touch her face. She leans into the touch. "Come here. Your throne is waiting, my queen." She pulls away from him, but she can't stop the smile growing on her lips. He's so forward, but that's Murphy for you.
She removes her pants and panties before crawling up to kiss Murphy one last time. He savors this kiss like it's going to be the last one he'll ever get. When she pulls away, she sits up and moves closer to his face. "Hurry up," he says. "Patience is a virtue," she says, feeling a bit self-conscious. She hasn't done it since...her husband. When she's hovering over his face, Murphy speaks up. "Sit down fully." She hesitates.
"I don't want to hurt you..."
"Oh please, Roberta. I want you to suffocate me," he admits. He hooks his arms around her thighs and pushes her down. She lets out a shocked gasp.
The first thing he does and lick her slit. She lets out a breath, relaxing a tiny bit. He licks her up and down a few times before gently prodding between the slit. She lets out a bit of a harsher breath when the wetness of his prodding tongue finds its way in there. Her eyelids go down halfway as his tongue moves in between the slit. She was a bit wet before, but he's going to make her even wetter now. "Alvin," she softly moans out. She clenches her hole a little at the feeling of movement. He loves it. Every second of this. He's making her feel this way: him and only him.
His tongue makes its way to the hole leading into her deeper. He pushes his long tongue in there, lapping her up and savoring her taste on his tongue. She moves her hips slightly at the feeling. It's making her heart swell. His tongue moves in and out while going lengthwise outside of it. Warren is moaning softly above him, rocking her hips back and forth. Murphy's hands massage her thighs and hips. She takes a breath of air at the touch of her lower back.
"Damn, Alvin. I knew that your mouth had to be useful for something. Guess we—found your purpose—damn..." she stutters out. It turns on Murphy even more than he already was. She tells him that he has a use for her. His dick twitches in the confines of his jeans. He wishes he could rub himself off to eating her out, but he can't reach. He licks up to the ureter and plays with the little nub there. She jerks her hips suddenly, making him let out a groan. That groan sends up pleasant vibrations down there, making her very happy. She smiles, her heart racing a mile a second. "Good boy, Alvin." She praises. His dick twitches again.
When she's close, she tells Murphy. "I'm close," she groans out. He takes to fucking her with his tongue again, this time faster. She's so wet down here. He thinks. "Sweet zombie Satan, Alvin!" she calls out, her eyes closed. Her hole clenches, and his eyes go lidded. She cums into his mouth, all over his tongue. He swallows up every last drop she's giving him. When she collapses beside him, she looks over at the red devil himself. Her eyes travel down to a tent in his pants. "My, my. Did licking up my kitty cat make you hard?" she teases, sitting up and moving over to free his aching cock. She spits on his dick and uses the pre-cum to jerk him off. He lets out a moan as he bucks his hips into her hand. "Faster, Roberta," he moans out with his eyes closed.
It doesn't the long for him to cum. He looks down at her with hazy eyes. She's making eye contact with him while licking her hand clean. "Fuck, when I thought you couldn't get hotter, you do this," Murphy says. She lays down next to him. He pulls her in for a kiss. They taste each other on their tongues, but neither cares enough to pull away. All they need is each other.