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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"It's a little obvious," he says, smirking, as he lets his mouth wander down between her legs. He groans, softly because this? This has gotta be one of his favourite things in the world.

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"Oh! You can keep doing that," Mac says, relaxing a little when she feels his mouth. That's better than feeling like she's on display even if she does oddly like it.

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He's always taken a lot of pride in the fact that he's good at this. He's good at it because he loves it, can see nothing better than the work of mouth and tongue, the taste of her, his fingers pressing into her thighs. After a long couple of minutes he lifts his head.

"Wonder what else we can find that you'll like."

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"Fucking tease," Mac mutters. "I liked that just fine, you know. But I'm sure there's plenty of other things I like too."

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He grins, pressing a kiss against her belly, pressing a finger up into her instead, fucking her slowly.

"Lemme finish this and then we can make a list. I ain't plannin' on an awful lot of sleep."

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"I'm not planning on letting you," Mac says, whimpering a little at the feel of his finger. "Not until I get fucked."

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It must be the living with the kind of girls he's lived with, but he's always felt himself drawn to a girl with a really dirty mouth. He groans, keeping that finger moving.

"Tell me more about how badly you need to get fucked," he says, bending his head to press his mouth against her again.

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"Fuck, can't you feel how wet I am? You ought to know." The more frustrated she gets, the dirtier her mouth is. Mac feels like Homer isn't the sort to be offended, though.

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He's more than aware of how wet she is, with his fingers inside her and his mouth pressed snug against her. His free hand slides up the back of her thigh to fondle her ass, pulling her in tighter against his mouth.

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Mac feels something shift then and she moves from feeling good to oh so close in just that little change.

"Close, I'm really fucking close."

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He's got no intention of stopping, not yet. He keeps his mouth right where it is, presses another finger inside her and lets the tips of the fingers on his other hand stray into the cleft of her ass, rubbing her there, too.

Pushing her towards the edge.

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Mac hasn't ever had anyone dare to do that and she gasps a little in shock and the gasp slides into a whimper as she comes.

"Oh my fucking god."

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He keeps his hands where they are but fits his head.

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

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"Yes," Mac says, beaming at him. "Absolutely it's a compliment. You are very, very talented."

It's not something she's going to complain about, not when it felt that good.

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"Sweetheart, I ain't even gotten started yet," he says, smirking, catching his weight on one hand, the other still between her legs, as he leans up to kiss her. He doesn't bother wiping his mouth.

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Mac has never particularly minded the taste considering it's her and what happened before felt so damned good and she doesn't mind it now. She slides a hand up to cup the back of his head and bring him a little closer, deepening the kiss.

"You are actually going to kill me, then."

[allfleshandblood]

"It'd be a helluva way to go, darlin,'" he says, settling more neatly between her thighs. He's not ready to go again, not yet, but it's not going to be that long. "You want to know what I think?"

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"Hmm? What's that?"

Mac's a lot less tightly wound than she'd been before because she's had an orgasm and a chance to just get to know him a little better (not that she didn't know him before - but being naked with someone is a whole other kettle of fish) and she's relaxed and calm.

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"I think," he says, rolling his hips down against hers, shifting his weight, "That you liked when I told you what to do and you liked when I touched you like I did, and you ain't got no idea what to do with that."

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"Well, of course I liked it. I screamed like a banshee a minute ago. I think I might have made myself go deaf." It's all deflection, because he's very much right. She has absolutely no idea what to do with any of that.

"I'm not...kinky or anything. I just like regular sex. I'm not into the whips and chains and corsets and all that nonsense. I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

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"Screamed like a banshee," he echoes, laughing, bending his head to drop a kiss on her mouth. "And I ain't talkin' about any of that, darlin'. I'm just talkin' about the sort of things that might happen here, between a man and a woman. Like I said before - aren't any rules here."

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"No, no rules. I abhor rules." It's nonsense because she is deflecting. She decides to be honest with him about this because it is somewhat important.

"I really, really liked it. But it makes me very nervous that I did?"

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"Nervous?" he asks, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look down at her. He's not sure that anything about sex has ever made him nervous, not even the first time. "You got any idea why?"

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"Because I'm not supposed to like being told what to do and giving head and having my hair pulled and all that. It's very anti-feminist."

Mac guesses what she likes in the privacy of her own bedroom shouldn't matter to anyone, just as he said, but she doesn't like feeling judged - even if she's the one doing the judging.

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He thinks about that for a second, genuinely musing it over, can't help but think of Susan.

"If it don't sit with you, we can steer well clear," he says. "I'm at your beck and call, Ma'am."