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Mac has never been a sound sleeper since being embedded. Two years in a war zone made her wary of every footfall and every noise tends to rouse her. Worse still is the fact that she's not used to sharing a bed with anyone on a regular basis and this has become a bit of a learning curve.

She wakes up in a cold sweat yet again, heart racing. She rolls her eyes, completely annoyed with herself, and brushes a hand against Jackson's shoulder. "Sorry. Bad dream. Did I wake you?"

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"And I do love the look on your face," he says.

"However you want me," Mac decides. "But kiss me first?"

With her tall tied up, he leans down and kisses her deep and full on the mouth, one hand grazing the curve of her bare breast.

Kissing is one of the things that Mac loves most in the world and Jackson is good about obliging that particular indulgence. She wishes she could move her hands and touch him but since she can't, she settles for whimpering a little as he touches her.

He unties her one limb at a time.

"Kneeling at the foot of the bed. Still on it. Hold onto the bedframe."

Mac moves, kneeling on the edge of the bed and stretching her arms out just as he asked.

"Yes, honey?"

The endearments always make him smile and he takes a moment to fondle her ass, pressed against her hip as he leans in to kiss her again.

"And what are you waiting for?"

"For you to make me feel good again," Mac says, laughing a little. "So I'm just waiting now."

"Nuh uh," he says, shaking his head, trailing his fingers down between the cheeks of her ass. "I want to hear you talk dirty."

Mac flushes a little. "Do I absolutely have to? You know it flusters me, Jackson."

"You know how I like you flustered," he says, dragging his fingers back up again.

"I want your fingers in my ass," Mac mumbles, sighing a little at the touch. God, it feels so good and she would never have expected to like it this much.

"That's a good start," he says, rubbing his fingers over her, slapping her ass with his free hand. "My fingers doin' what?"

"Jackson! For the love of God, whatever you want to do with them," Mac says, exasperated.

That makes him laugh, low against her ear.

"Would it really be so bad to just gimme what I want, Mac? Flustered or no?"

"I sound stupid," Mac protests. "When I try to talk dirty, I just sound stupid."

"You think I'd keep makin' you do it, if you sounded stupid?" he asks her, pulling his fingers away from her, for a second, sucking on one before he presses it against her again.

"Fuck my ass with your fingers and stretch it good," Mac spits out, squeezing her eyes shut. There. That should be enough, right?

"It's the accent," he says, pulling away from her to rummage in her bedside drawer. "And the way you blush when you say it. I reckon I could amuse myself all night just making you say filth. Reach back for me and spread your ass with your hands."

"Surely you've fucked an English woman before," Mac says softly, reaching back to spread herself. "But possibly not with an RP accent."

"None of them quite sounded like you, darlin'," he says, leaving her there like that for a moment and just looking at her as he tears the packet of lube open with his teeth.

"My father was a peer," Mac agrees. "So possibly never quite like me before now."

"A proper lady," he teases, squeezing lube liberally into the cleft of her ass. "And just look at you right now."

"We are all the same when getting fucked," Mac says, giggling. "Even ladies."

"Not all of you," he says, rubbing his fingers over her slick skin, pressing the tip of one against her ass. "Not all of you like this quite so much. Some of you like dishing it out better than receiving it."