for Jackson - after sex plot

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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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"Do you think you could untie me for a little while?" Mac likes to have a break sometimes when they're together like this and she's feeling a little exposed and vulnerable.

[allfleshandblood]

"Whatever you need, darlin'," he says, reaching up to untie her, leaning down to kiss her as he does.

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Mac flops down against the bed and just breathes for a moment. "That was really fucking hot, you know. What you just did."

[allfleshandblood]

He grins, lying down next to her, fingers stroking against the side of her face.

"Yeah? Glad you think so, darlin'."

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"It was, I'm still recovering," Mac says, laughing breathlessly. "Is it wrong to thank you? It seems wrong."

[allfleshandblood]

"Darlin', you can thank me at the end," he says, grinning lazily. "I ain't close to done yet."

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"Well, no, but I just want to...I don't know what I'm saying. Ignore me."

Mac rolls over and slings an arm around his waist. "I'm going to stop talking."

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He grins, knee slipping between her thighs so they fit more closely together. He nods, tip of his nose brushing hers before he kisses her.

"Might be for the best, darlin'. Who knows what trouble you'll get yourself into."

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"I just...I'm falling for you and that's a dangerous thing. I tend to be relationship poison," Mac says softly. "But! I haven't fucked it up yet!"

[allfleshandblood]

The last woman who fell for him was Susan, was Caitlin, and that was a dangerous thing, too. Still, Jackson knows a good thing when he feels it and he isn't pulling away from this. He brushes Mac's hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"Whatever happens, happens, darlin'," he says. "Ain't nothin' here I'm fightin' against."

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"Ah, well, I'm going to be quiet now all the same," Mac says, blushing a little. "Because I'll say something stupid any second now."

[allfleshandblood]

"Whatever you say, darlin' girl," he says, hand sliding up her ribs to cup her breast, squeezing lightly as he kisses her.

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"No, wait, I just...you're all right with this? With my...feelings and having them and falling in love with you?" Oh, shit, there it is. Mac is pretty sure that this is precisely what hell is like, this level of embarrassment.

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"What exactly is it you're lookin' for me to say, Mac?" he asks her, pushing up onto one elbow so that he can look down at her, that mess of feathres that he's worn since it was laced around his neck brushing against her bare chest. "God no, I'm done here? I could warn you off, but I ain't gonna. You say you got love for me?" He bends his head, pressing a kiss to the delicate point of her chin. "Darlin', I ain't in the business of questionin' a thing like that."

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"You...well, I suppose it does seem a bit stupid when you lay it out that way. I'm just nervous, is all. I really care about you," Mac says, squeezing her eyes shut. "I don't want to screw it up."

[allfleshandblood]

"And you ain't gonna," he promises, knowing that he's just as capable and he doesn't intend to, either. "You ready to go some more?"

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Mac nods. "I do, yes, sorry. Momentary detour, I promise."

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"We don't have to," he says, stroking her hair back from her face, understanding how a woman might feel delicate at a time like this."But I'd very much like to."

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"When have I ever denied you anything?" Mac says, beaming at him. "I'm fine with continuing."

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He can't hide his joy at that, leaning in to kiss her hard on the mouth, one hand still on her breast.

"I want to make you come," he says.

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"That is a delicious and intriguing prospect," Mac teases. "Tell me more about how you plan to do this?"

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"I would very much like for you to straddle my face and ride it until you come," he says, one eyebrow arched. "If that sounds appealing."

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It does, actually, and she's never done it before. Mac wonders if Jackson can tell and she decides he probably can, since she blushes and giggles nervously.

"All right. Who am I to deny a man what he's asking for?"

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The blush and the giggle are dead give aways and Jackson grins as he settles himself on his back.

"Your chariot awaits," he says.

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Mac shifts so her knees are on either side of his head and carefully lowers herself down. "Don't let me crush you, Jackson. I mean it."