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After the Sharktopus nonsense, Mac decides she's going to rest for a few days. She has a severely sprained ankle that really limits her ability to walk and sand is out of the question unless she wants to just make it worse. While it's frustrating to her, she doesn't mind being in the house for a few days and spending some time just reading books and keeping her own company, which she doesn't particularly mind.

She does, however, miss Jackson and hopes he'll be by to check on her and her stupid injury. She hears a knock at her cottage door and calls out so she doesn't have to get up.

"It's open! I'm in bed." Bed is the most comfortable place to lay around with books, after all, and Mac pushes her reading glasses up on her nose and squints at the tiny print.

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"Mmm, what did you have in mind, exactly?" Mac has a decent idea but, being the journalist she is, she sort of wants to hear him put it to words and tell her exactly.

"Honestly? I got sidetracked by the idea of playing with your tits and haven't gotten any further than that," he admits, grinning. "Why? You got thoughts, Miz Mchale?"

"Oh, I don't think I thought it through further than that either," Mac admits. "Just that sounds nice, honestly. I'm not really hard to please."

He grins, lips grazing against one nipple. "Guess it's a question of how to get you off without jarring that ankle. Guess you're not goin' to be crawlin' around on the floor for me today."

"No, I don't think so," Mac says, shaking her head. "Too much risk involved there. We don't want to end up damaging it permanently or anything."

"Well, exactly," he says, moving his lips to her other nipple. "And that wouldn't do. Some we're goin' to have to find some kind of compromise."

"Ah...um, yes, compromise," Mac manages to get out. He's really entirely too distracting with his mouth and she's having trouble getting hers to operate correctly. "What do you think you'd like?"

"I like having you do things," he says, teasing her nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Making you. I like the way you blush when somethin's really dirty and you realise you love it anyway."

"I blush quite a lot, you know. I'm pale and English," Mac says, scoffing at that. Although, it's very true that he does make her blush more than average and he should probably be taking pride in that.

"Mmmmhmm," he says, one hand slipping between her thighs to press against her cunt through her pants as he continues to kiss her breast. "I'll bear that in mind."

Mac gasps. "Uh huh. So I really just have to lay here and be taken care of? You're one hell of a doctor."

"Pretty sure you'll make it up to me," says Jackson, grinning, pressing his fingers against her. "Squirm a bit for me, darlin."

"Not...going to be an issue," Mac whimpers, twisting and squirming exactly as he asks. "I swear to god, you're going to kill me someday."

"But at least you'll die happy," he says, smirking as she squirms against him. "Think I could make you come like this? Through your pants?"

"Probably." The friction is enough to get her there, especially with the added emotional stimulation of there being another person present while she gets off. The texture adds a new element to it entirely and Mac tips her head back. "You're good enough to get me off like this, I'm sure."

"I want you to grind against my fingers until you come," he says, pausing to suck her nipple to a point. "If you're a good girl, I'll go down on you next."

Mac arches her hips up against his hand. "I think...I think I can make that happen." She always works best with a clear goal in mind and the promise he made is more than enough of a goal.

"Good girl," says Jackson, full well knowing how powerful those words can be to. Girl who wants to be wanted and needed as much as Mac.

"You know what I want." He keeps his fingers firmly pressed against her.

"I know," Mac whimpers, rocking up against his hand. "I'm there," she whispers and she is, coming from the pressure of his fingers and the friction of her pants.

"Good girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss against the underside of her jaw, his fingers still working against her. "There's a good girl."

It's just stupid how much she likes that praise and Mac finishes and collapses back against the bed with a heavy sigh. "Oh my God and I told myself we wouldn't fuck today. Shows how much control I have."

Mac guesses it doesn't matter, considering they're both doing exactly what they want.

"We could always stop there?" He says, fondling her tits. "If you want."

"Hmm, maybe? If that's all right with you?" Navigating this arrangement (Mac isn't going to jinx it by calling it a relationship) is unlike anything she has ever done before.

It isn't exactly alright with him but he's gone without before and he'll accommodate. He nods, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against the bare akin of her chest.

Mac turns and curls up against him. "Will you stay for a little while? No obligation or anything."