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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[allfleshandblood]

"I reckon you ain't much older than me, if you're older," he points out. He likes the wink, likes the way she looks when she does it. "And you're assuming there's any such thing as a woman who isn't beautiful, in her own way."

Jackson likes to think of himself as a connoisseur.

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"Clever answer," Mac says, motioning for him to follow her up the path and to her actual cottage. It's a nice little place but it's a bit big to roll around in alone and she's glad to have the company tonight.

"Well, this is me. You can smoke inside, if you want. I'm not bothered."

[allfleshandblood]

Something else that he likes about her. He pauses on the doorstep, slipping a cigarette between his lips and lighting it before he follows her into the room. He takes off his hat and drops it on a table, looking around.

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"I don't have anything to offer you to drink but I think I'm already closer to drunk than I should be," Mac says, inexplicably nervous about this whole thing. She knows it isn't serious with Nikola and she's entitled to do what she pleases but she still feels odd about it.

"We could go to bed, though? When you're done smoking that?"

[allfleshandblood]

"Darlin', I thought you'd never ask."

He takes another drag on the cigarette and then looks around for somewhere to stub it out. Lacking an obvious place, he lifts one foot, pressing it into the sole of his boot and then tucking the stub back into his tin. He shrugs out of his jacket, leaving himself in shirtsleeves and vest. "Shall we?"

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Mac laughs at how formal that is and holds her hands out to him. "Yes, let's, before I go and lose my nerve. I'm very nervous. You should help me be...not so nervous?"

[allfleshandblood]

It's so very, very easy to go to her, taking her hands and drawing the line of her body in against his. She feels good, pressed against him and he bends his head to kiss her, tilting her chin up to meet him.

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That's much better, actually, and Mac relaxes against him and settles into the kiss. She has always really liked kissing and Homer is excellent at it; that bodes well for later.

[allfleshandblood]

Been too long since he did this and he intends to enjoy every single moment. His hand's on her hip, slipping under the hem of her shirt to find bare skirt. Suddenly, he's got a passionate need.

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"Let's get it off," Mac whispers, sliding a hand between them to work on the buttons of her blouse.

"Just going to be in the way, otherwise."

[allfleshandblood]

He gives her some room, lets her be the one who unbuttons her blouse and then he slips it down off her shoulders. He's wearing the familiar layers, vest over a shirt and he starts to thumb open his own buttons, leaning in to kiss her again, because he can't resist it. He doesn't want to.

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It's been a little while since she's undressed in front of someone new since she's been with Nikola off and on the last few months. It still makes her nervous but not so much she wants to stop; Mac lets her shirt fall to the floor and works on her skirt.

"Too many layers," she says, laughing quietly.

[allfleshandblood]

He likes this new fangled underwear, how light and delicate it is next to the heavy stays and boning that he's used to. He lets his eyes linger on her for a moment as he shrugs out of shirt and waistcoat.

"Come off easy enough," he says, starting on his pants.

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"Thank God for small favors," Mac agrees, stepping out of the skirt and reaching back to unhook her bra. It doesn't take long from there, just a few moments, and then she's finally naked and ready for more.

"Be glad I have an actual house. I've been told I'm loud."

[allfleshandblood]

"There is nothing wrong with that, darlin'," says Jackson, with feeling, stripping himself as naked as he is because he steps in against her with an appreciative look. "Now - I've got a feelin' we could go all night, so where'd you want to start?"

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"I had something in mind," Mac says, giving him her best attempt at a wicked little smile. "But I've got to be on my knees for it."

[allfleshandblood]

"Sounds like the perfect place to me, darlin'," says Jackson, brushing another kiss across her mouth. "You waitin' for a formal invitation?"

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"Er, no," Mac says, realizing this is awkward and she should just get on with it. She takes the opportunity to sink down to her knees. This is something she's actually fond of and feels like she's good at - not that one puts 'giving head' on a CV.

She looks up and flashes him a grin. "Any preferences?"

[allfleshandblood]

"Take your time," he says, brushing his fingers through her hair. He grins down at her. "Other than that, you knock yourself out, darlin'." It's not like he isn't ready.

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Mac likes to take her time with this. She thinks that as a feminist she should be offended about this particular sex act but she completely isn't, not when she knows she can have a man right where she wants him just because she's clever with her mouth.

She likes it, and she's enthusiastic, and she starts by sliding her mouth down on him slowly with the bare minimum of contact because she wants to make this spectacular and that means doing something more than just going 0-60 in the first go.

[allfleshandblood]

He's had his fair-share of this and, right from the start, he can see that she's going to rank highly. The urge is there to let his head fall back, but he keeps it up, keeps his eyes down and on her, looking beautiful as it's possible to be, right there, naked on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

"That's it, darlin'," he says.

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Praise has always been sought after and Mac will fully admit she's a glutton for it. She isn't entirely sure what that says about her but she tightens her mouth around him and presses lips and tongue into service while her hands wander all over his skin. This is going to be good if she has anything to say about it.

[allfleshandblood]

Clearly, a kind word goes a long way with her. Jackson groans, rocking his hips to push further past her lips, careful not to thrust too deep. His thumb brushes along her cheekbone.

"You like that, huh?"

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Mac hums in response, imagining that stopping to say something wouldn't be welcome, and swallows a little deeper.

She imagines her blush is enough of a tell that she does like his praise.

[allfleshandblood]

"That's a good girl," he says, still rolling his hips shallowly, his fingers combing through her hair. "You should use your fingers. Get yourself good and ready - lemme feel you moan, darlin'."