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Mac lets them in and rubs her temples lightly before stripping out of her clothes. She hasn't gotten sick yet but she's still queasy and a little dizzy and thinks that feeling hot is only going to contribute to that. Once she's in her underwear, she crawls into bed and buries her head beneath the pillow.

"I am completely unequipped for life."

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"I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Mac decides. "That feels nice. What you're doing? It's comforting."

"Good," he says, shifting in a little closer, moving his whole body a little nearer.

"I don't guess this is the normal thing you like, is it? I mean, it's not ordering me around or anything." Mac is a little hesitant about admitting how much she craves this kind of touch and attention because she gets it very rarely.

"Darlin', I like all sorts of things," he says, hand slipping lower so his fingers brush her collarbone. "Yeah, I like that stuff, and I like how hard it gets you off, but there's other things. If I can't have it, I ain't gonna mourn for it."

"So you won't need to go to someone else for that? I mean, you can have sex with whomever you like," Mac says quickly. "But you're more interested in me than the kind of sex we have?"

"Yes, I am interested in you. And I will take whatever kind of sex I can get." To his credit , he does manage to say it solemnly. "Though I do hope I still get to spank you from time to time."

"We'll see," Mac says, giggling a little and then trying to hide that behind her hand. "I'm not completely ruling it out yet."

"As though you'll be able to give it all up," he says, just glad to see her smiling. "You love some of it too much. You'll be begging me for work arounds."

"Mm, possibly," Mac says, stretching a little. "I just want you to be gentle with me."

She means more than just sex but it's safer, for now, for that to refer to how she likes her sex.

"I can do that too," he murmurs, brushing his fingers against her cheek before he bends his head to kiss her.

The kiss is soft and sweet in a way she doesn't exactly expect and when it breaks, MacKenzie gives him a warm smile.

"I could stand to have more of that, maybe."

He doesn't need much urging to kiss her again, fingers pushing into her hair as he shifts closer.

Mac curls her hand against his back and whimpers a little, falling into the kiss even if there's still a voice in the back of her head that makes her doubt everything. She wishes she wasn't so insecure about things and she imagines it will take a long time to fully pull out of that. For now, she can try to ignore it in favor of spending time with him.

He's still fully dressed, which seems like a shame, but he does like still having clothes on when she's wearing so little. He presses the kiss a little deeper, fingers sliding against her ribs.

Mac breaks the kiss after a moment or two longer and trails her lips down his jaw and neck. "You can take something off if you want. Not really feeling up to sex but some skin isn't going to bother me."

"Yes, ma'am," he says, sitting up, stripping off vest and shirt before he lies down beside her again. He brushes his hair back from her face. "How're you doin', darlin'?"

"Still a little unsettled," Mac admits. "But feeling marginally better than before - both physically and emotionally." She trails her fingers down his arm. "I'm glad you stayed. You didn't have to and you chose to stay with me. It means a lot to me."

"I want to be right here," he says. "I ain't entirely figured out what's happenin' here, Mac - it's been a while since I did anything like this. But I'm not runnin'."

"Good. I want you here," Mac says, smiling a bit. "Is there another doctor you'd recommend for me to go to? Since I don't want you handling that bit for me?"

"Any of the ones in the clinic are good," he says, giving the question that she's asked him due thought. "Rollie's the one I get the best feelin' about, though. If you're askin' me seriously, that's who I'd go to."

"It's who you'd trust with me?" Perhaps it's a loaded question. "I mean, with...the care and handling of something as simple as childbirth?"

"If you won't let me do it myself?" he says, thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth. "Yeah. That's who I'd trust with you."

"No offense, but I'd really prefer if the only time you had your fingers in me was recreational and not business," Mac says, making a little face. "That's my only problem."

That makes him laugh, his hand skimming down the bare line of her side.

"I mean, obviously that's how I prefer it, too. I just want to do right by you, darlin'."

"You're here, aren't you? You're doing right by me," Mac assures him. "And if I don't feel well or something seems wrong, it'll be you I come to first anyway."