For Homer

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"We could go back to my place, if you wanted. It's private." Mac is very glad she lives alone and that her neighbors don't seem terribly interested in her comings and goings because it affords her the luxury of having someone over whenever she wants.

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"Tell me how good," he says, his hands smoothing over her back as he fucks her, getting closer and closer herself.

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"Did you just miss the hysterics?" Mac asks incredulously. "You blew my mind."

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He laughs and, just like that, he's coming, rocking into her, moaning, his hands tight on her hips.

"Jesus Christ."

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"Oh!" It feels good, so good, and Mac rolls forward to take his last few thrusts. "Christ, you're amazing."

[allfleshandblood]

When he's done, when he's ridden it out completely, he reaches up to tug the blindfold from over her eyes.

"What do you say we save the rest for another day?"

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"Yes, I agree," Mac says, sighing a little in relief. "I'm not going to be able to walk for the next three days so you're going to have to wait a little while."

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"I'll write down directions to my place," he says, rolling onto his back. "You can swing by any time."