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"Ah, I'm 35. Of course, I am also no longer undead so perhaps that leaves me well-preserved," she deadpans.

"It does murder on your skin."

For a brief moment Hannibal thought about the giant age gap between one of the last times he saw a woman's breasts and this time and then stopped, because he had been dumb and didn't like thinking about that. He'd rather think about how MacKenzie seemed to be pretty awesome and he had superb judgement this time. Which was unusual for him.

"I'm digging your current state of preservation," Hannibal told her before peeling off his shirt as they neared the hot springs. "You are a superb vintage. Insert your own joke about wanting to sample your flavor."

"Mmm, I can think of a few," Mac says, following suit and pulling at the buttons on her own blouse. She's still just drunk enough to be uninhibited and she hopes it lasts because the feeling is so, so nice. The current view is also very nice and Mac wonders what lottery she's just hit.

"I really must be completely wasted because you are fucking gorgeous."

Hannibal was never sure how to respond to compliments like that, he'd much rather talk about how awesome his partner was. Let them deal with how to deal with shit like that. Not that he wasn't grateful, he just wasn't sure how to take it.

"You had better take advantage then before you sober up," he said, starting to undo his pants. "Wouldn't want to regret not doing something while I looked gorgeous."

"Oh my God, like you don't know," Mac says, utterly incredulous. She watches him for a moment, then starts pulling at her own clothes to get them off. It's not particularly graceful, but it gets the job done, and she's thanking all the deities she can that she had the foresight to swipe condoms from the Compound before coming out here.

"I win. I'm completely naked."

"What the fuck do I say to that though?" He said with a laugh. Damn if she wasn't really fucking observant. That was annoying and interesting. "Staying alive necessitates I work out."

Once she declared she was naked though, he could care less about being galled out. She may not be a super model but MacKenzie McHale was no slouch.

"Pretty sure if you're naked then I'm winning."

He did hustle to get the rest of his clothes off though, baring everything from his semi-hard cock to the Hello Kitty tattoo on his ass.

"Men who are as attractive as you tend to know it and are used to compliments. You're an anomaly," Mac decides. She also decides that she doesn't fucking care about being smart anymore because right now, she's just looking to have fun.

"Now. You owe me. Twinge in the neck," Mac says, tapping lightly against the body part in question.

"People generally are repulsed by my personality," he said, which was partly true. They were usually just put off.

"And in to the water. You have to get the full experience," Hannibal said, even as he moved behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"It is not the easiest personality but I'm a big girl, I've handled much worse," Mac says, grinning at him before getting into the water.

"It's somewhat refreshing."

"See? I have really, really good ideas," he said, slipping into the water behind her. Reaching out, he began to press his thumbs along her shoulder and up into her neck.

"Fuck, you are tense."

"I've been tense since I was thirty. Never changes," Mac admits. Her voice is softer now because it does feel good and she desperately needs this massage.

"Oh my god."

"Now would be a good time to start to relax," he said, thumbs working a bit harder to loosen up he knots in her neck. Running a news network must have been a really fucking tense job if she was still tight after the island.

"You're naked in a hot spring on a tropical island. Time to let shit go."

"Completely zen," Mac promises, shutting her eyes and just enjoying herself.

"Just hard to let everything go when I've been wound so long."

"We will definitely work on unwinding you," Hannibal reassured her, moving one of his hands a bit further down to her shoulderblades.

"Just tell me where all the winding is."

"Mmm, neck, shoulders, back...pick a place and I can promise it'll feel good," Mac says, determined to just enjoy herself.

"I owe you for this, you know. Name your price."

"Oh, yeah, getting to touch your naked body is such a chore," Hannibal said, rolling his eyes a bit at the idea that he's not already getting something out of this.

"And I though I got a show, that was the deal."

"There is that," Mac agrees. "But if you wanted a little more, I wouldn't say no to that either. If you're interested?"

"I think I'm definitely interested," he said, hands moving down from her neck to her back, his fingers kneading deeply into the muscles there as he scooting forward so she could feel just how interested he was pressing into her.

Mac turns then. As nice as the massage feels, she'd rather have something else at the moment and it feels like Hannibal might oblige her. She slides her arms around his neck.

"How much advantage am I allowed to take?"

Well, this seemed like it was going rather well. He was more than happy to go beyond just a massage and she had made it clear she didn't have a boyfriend.

"As much as you want. There are a lot of advantages you can take with me," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her onto his lap to kiss her.

Mac thinks this is probably the stupidest thing she has done since coming to the island but since it isn't as stupid as cheating on Will and it doesn't hurt anyone, she is determined not to feel guilty. She leans in to kiss him, only slightly nervous about it.

Hannibal reached up and slid on hand into her hair, humming a bit as he kissed her. He could sense her hesitation but figured that the best way to help her with that was to not pressure her but not stop either.

His other hand pressed against her lower back, fingers working the muscles just above her ass.

Mac relaxes then, giving over to the kiss and just fucking enjoying herself for once. She hasn't really enjoyed things as much as she should since coming to the island and she strongly suspects it's a holdover from back home, where overindulgence usually led to trouble. Besides, Will was in the tabloids often enough for the both of them and she had no need to start up.

She whimpers a little and deepens the kiss.

When she deepens the kiss, Hannibal responded in kind, tongue pressing against her lips as he gave a slow roll of his hips against her. Now she felt like she had relaxed some, although he planned to wind her up in a different way.

The hand on her back reached down to squeeze her ass, Hannibal enjoying the feel of it. They were definitely going to have a lot of fun.

Okay, now that was getting somewhere and maybe she is getting a little more wound but it's definitely a goal at the moment and not something to avoid. "You're fantastic at this," she whispers before kissing him again. Mac's never been very good at being quiet for much of anything but sex outside of a private bedroom sort of mandates it.

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