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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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It takes some doing but Mac manages to get a hand beneath her and rub at her clit. It won't take much. It hardly ever takes long.

"Jackson, please?"

"Jackson please what?" he asks her, twisting his fingers. "What're you asking for, Mac?"

"Fuck me. Cock in my cunt," Mac manages, breathless. "Be...easy about it but God, please?"

"You need to come for me before that happens," he says, dragging his fingers almost all of the way out of her before he pushes back into her. "You know that."

"Wouldn't it feel better for me to come around your cock? No condom, just me?" Mac isn't above persuasion when it comes to this.

"Who says you're not going to come on my cock too?" he asks her. "Right now, I want you to put your head down and make yourself come because I've told you to, Mac."

Mac whimpers and puts her head down, concentrating on just making herself come so that she can finally just fuck him. It doesn't take long once she concentrates and she cries out his name, not really concerned about how loud she is.

God, he loves it when she comes like that. He drags his fingers out of her and takes hold of her hips.

"On your back," he says. "I want to be able to kiss you."

It's sort of intimate and sweet and Mac shifts to lay on her back for him. "This, I think I can do."

He shifts her knees apart and slips between her thighs, cock in hand.

"You want it?"

"I want you," Mac murmurs, sliding her hand into his hair. "Please?"

He bends his head to kiss her as he pushes into her, slowly, carefully, like he knows she prefers.

Mac is so relieved she could almost cry. Instead, she kisses him back slowly, taking her time to enjoy it.

They don't often fuck like this so he intends to enjoy it, going as slowly as he can bear as they kiss.

"Don't get this so often," Mac says softly, crying out when he hits a good spot. "It's wonderful."

"Mhmm," he says, rocking into her, amusing kisses against the corner of her mouth. "You're so fuckin beautiful."

Mac never knows quite what to do with that. She's never considered herself beautiful. Pretty, yes, and attractive for her age but she's never really though about being beautiful. "All yours," she says instead, thinking that's a reasonable response.

"Damn straight," he murmurs, hitching her leg higher against his hip, changing the angle of his cock inside her.

Mac's breath catches lightly when the angle changes and she slides her hand down his back to grab his ass. "Jackson, Christ...feels too good."

He huffs out a laugh against her jaw.

"Could always..." His breath catches. "Always tell me to stop."

"Stop and I'll kill you," Mac says, tipping her head back a little. "God, I love what you do to me."

He loves the way her mouth quirks for emphasis, wonders if she even realises that she's doing it. He presses a kiss against the point of her chin. "You bring out the best in me."

"All your secret kinky fantasies?" Mac teases, arching up against him. "You can do anything you want to me. I won't say no. You know that."

"Ain't nothin' secret about them, darlin," he says, his hand tight on her thigh to hold it there as he rocks into her, taking it easy, taking it slow. "And I like that you're into it, but that...ain't all it is, either."

Mac sighs softly. "What is it, then?" It's a strange conversation to have during sex but it's slow and easy and almost more of a conversation than anything else.