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It's been a strange few days. Mac woke up to the island gone completely mad, with people changing ages and sexes and her own boyfriend had been a girlfriend and there was some strange fluidity in her sexual orientation that was more than a little unsettling.

Still, it's worked out so far and while she misses being with Jackson as she knows him, she isn't exactly going to break up with him (her?) over the lack of a penis. She'll just have to get used to life without it, if the island doesn't revert back to normal.

Right now, she's settled in bed with a book on current foreign policy; it's a new one by Vali Nasr that isn't even published yet when she's from and it's fascinating. She's making notes all in the margins and pities the poor soul who wants to read it afterward.

Then again, there are few on the island as passionate and nerdy about Middle Eastern diplomacy than she is.

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The nights when he sleeps in his own bed are few and far between. Still, when he wakes up and finds himself back to normal, there's only one place on the whole island that he'd think of heading.

"Darlin'," he says, throwing open her bedroom door so hard that it bounces against the wall, both arms thrust into the air in victory. "I am returned!"

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Mac looks up, tipping her glasses down a bit so she can focus easier. "Well, that's fantastic. I was mourning the loss of your penis and its role in my life."

She grins a little, almost mischievous. "Did you miss it too?"

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"You bet I did, darlin'," he says, already, stripping out of his vest. "I missed the many and varied things that I can skillfully do with it." He grins, going to work on his shirt.

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"Well, I guess I could stop reading about the failures of the Obama Administration in foreign policy long enough to welcome it back," Mac says, carefully marking her place and putting the book and her glasses on the bedside table.

"You're a special man, you know. Not much takes me away from my research."

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"Well," he says, getting onto the bed with her still wearing his pants, sagging low around his hips. "We'd better think of somethin' spectacular to welcome me back to bein' me then, hadn't we?" He nudges her knees apart so he can lean between them and kiss her on the mouth.

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"We should," Mac agrees, pulling him close as she can manage. She's missed kissing him and feeling the scrape of stubble and the shape of his mouth and all the things that go along with it.

"Fuck, I missed you."

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"I was right here, darlin'," he says, pressed close against her, but he knows what she means. He lingers, pressed close, kissing her, fingers grazing her bare skin.

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"I know. Wasn't the same," Mac admits. She thinks that's safe now that he's himself again.

"I would have gotten used to it but I'm glad I don't have to."

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"What exactly was it that you were missing then, darlin'?" he asks her, bending down to press a kiss against her bare collarbone.

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"Being deprived of your cock," Mac says sweetly. "But I like to think I was actually getting good at going down on you by the end of it, right?"

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"You're a quick learner," he says, tugging the strap of her top down off her shoulder so he can suck at that bare skin. "And you take instruction well. But I prefer what you do with my cock."

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"I like getting fucked," Mac says, whimpering a little at the feel of his mouth. God. It's like she can't get enough of him.

"I crave it."

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"Crave's a strong word," he says, loving the whimper, when he's still in pants and she's still fully dressed. He lets his mouth trail over her skin.

"What else you cravin', darlin'?"

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"I want to suck your cock and have you fuck me and I want your mouth all over me," Mac says boldly. It's not something she's usually so comfortable with but she missed him enough to tamp down her usual shyness.

"Please?"

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"Yes, ma'am," he says, grinning, tugging her shirt down lower, baring her breasts to his wandering mouth. "What else? I mean it, I'm lookin' for a celebration."

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"Well, I want you to fuck me in my cunt first," Mac decides, pretending like she's laboring over the decision. "And when you've had a chance to recover, then I want it in my ass."

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He growls against her skin, nipping lightly, his hands on her hips to press her back against the bed.

"Sounds like a good start," he says. "We can figure out the rest of it. What else I want to do to you."

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"I hope you're going to get that mouth of yours on me," Mac says hopefully. He's so talented with it and it's been a long time since she's been with someone as generous as Jackson is in bed.

"I'm going to put you through your paces. Or you'll put me through mine, whichever."

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"Well, we both know which way you prefer it, darlin'," he says, his hand trailing down her thigh to pull it higher as she bends his head to kiss her nipples, teasing them harder with the tip of his tongue.

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"We do," Mac agrees. There's no point in lying to him, not when she's already this pliant and eager for him to do exactly what he's insinuating.

"Mmm, Jackson. So good with your mouth."

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"You're easy," he teases, nipping at her nipple, sucking on it harder. "And you're also wearin' far too many clothes, darlin'."

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"Pregnant. Apparently the hormones make me want to rub myself against anything stationary," Mac says, shifting a little and hooking her hand in her pants to tug them down. She can't because he's on top of her.

"Little help?"