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Jackson's spent the last three years sharing a bed with a variety of women (and, occasionally, men); he's so used to another body beside him that he doesn't sleep as well along. He lifts his head, blinking blearily.

"Well, you did now," he says. "You oay, darlin'?"

"Yes, mostly. I just panic in my sleep sometimes. Stupid, I know, but it happens every once in a while," Mac says, giving him a soft smile. "Sorry I woke you."

"Rather you than Edmund Reid, darlin'," he says, reaching for his cigarette case in the dark. "What's causin' the panic?"

"I do have better breasts," Mac says drily. "It...I don't know. It's just leftover anxiety from being in Pakistan. It's been years, I'm not sure why it still bothers me."

"You've never even met Reid," he says, rolling onto his side, free hand against her side, thumb grazing against the curve of one of the aforementioned breasts. "I still dream about New Orleans and the war. It happens."

"I can imagine that a man called Edmund does not have breasts," Mac says, laughing lightly. "And yes, I guess you don't get over it so easily. I'm sorry to have woken you up, though. I just don't like being alone after."

A little shudder goes down his spine at even thinking of Reid in that context. He shifts, his hand slipping higher.

"Well, you're not alone, darlin'. I'm right here."

"You are," Mac says, leaning over and kissing him softly. "Grateful for that, you have no idea."

He smiles into the kiss, fingers brushing her loose hair back from her face.

"You could tell me," he says. "Or, better yet, you could show me."

"You're just trying to get a blow job," Mac accuses gently, giving him a sly little smile. "Aren't you?"

"Among other things," he says, loving that look on her face. "Knight in shinin' armour surely deserves some manner of reward?"

"You're terrible," Mac teases, pushing lightly at his shoulder so he's laying flat again. "But you're right, you deserve a reward and I'm inclined to give it to you."

He's perfectly happy to let her press him back on the bed; he loves his sex life the way it is, but, sometimes, he does have a flicker of wishing she was more assertive sometimes. Here, at least.

"Yes, Ma'am," he says. "Whatever you say."

Mac arches a brow. "I am not old enough for ma'am, Dr. Jackson. Think that one over again." This isn't the way they normally are but she's feeling playful tonight.

"How do you want it? I might take suggestions."

He huffs a laugh.

"Mmmmm. Yes, Miz McHale," he grins, lifting his head. "God, I just want my cock in your mouth. How many different ways can you go about it?"

"Really? Because I can tell you about six different ways I can go about blowing you," Mac says, laughing warmly. She dips her head and starts kissing her way down his chest and stomach.

"But I'm nice, so I'll show you. I'm a hell of a tease."

"Damn straight," he says, lifting his hips a little as she kisses her way down. "Wouldn't have you any other way, darlin'."

Mac licks a slow stripe up his cock and flicks her tongue a little against the head, not giving him the satisfaction of her closing her mouth around him. "See? Complete tease. Horrible."

He groans softly, lifting his head a little to watch her as she rubs her mouth over his cock.

"Just as long as you're okay with the consequences."

"I live for consequences," Mac says, drawing him into her mouth and sucking for a moment before pulling away and blowing lightly.

"Now, are you tired of me fucking around?"

"I would very much like for you to put your mouth on my cock," he says, eyebrows arched. "Please."

Mac is aware that her punishment is probably going to be severe for this so she imagines she'd better enjoy it while she can. Then again, she'll like the punishment too, so there's no real threat there. She cups his hips in her hands and slides her mouth down on him, sucking lightly. She'll swallow later but for now, she just wants to enjoy this.

"Jesus, Mac," he says, lifting his hand over his head, wrapping his fingers around the bedframe, rocking up towards her mouth.

Mac loves encouragement and she sucks a little harder, drawing him as deep as she can and letting him brush against the back of her throat.

He has always loved a woman with control of her gag reflex. He pushes his fingers into her hair and pulls her mouth down onto his cock.