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It's fucking hot.

Mac has never been the best when she's not in complete comfort and while she didn't bitch when she was embedded because she had a job to do, she's back on the island after having been in air conditioning for three days and she's annoyed. It's irrational, but nothing about pregnancy is rational, is it?

Jackson is next to her, which makes the bed that much warmer, and she huffs and comes out from under the sheet to lay on top of it completely naked. She fans herself ineffectually with her hand.

"Why does it have to be so goddamn hot?"

She's possibly whining more than a little.

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"Hormones?" Mac says sheepishly. "It must definitely be the hormones. And the part where I'm in love with you."

"Both playing their part, I'd imagine," he says, hand drifting down to rest against her ass as they walk. "And those other words that you so like to be called when you're in the thick of it."

"Oh you mean when I like being called your dirty little whore?" Mac asks, beaming at him.

The glee that she says it with makes him smile and he nods.

"I do mean that."

"I am a whore for you, there's no point in denying it." Mac squeezes his hand. "I'm happy to be yours, though."

"If you keep this up, I'll be sorry I don't have that leash to hand," he says, squeezing her fingers, leading her down the familiar path towards her house.

"You have to admit, there's a certain appeal in knowing I don't actually need it to come to heel," Mac replies cheekily.

"You're very well trained," he admits, pausing on the path to bend his head and kiss her. "There is, however, a certain appeal to the idea of punishing you for misbehaving."

"I am naughty," Mac agrees. She loves kissing him and she's happy to waste a few moments on the path to just get her fill of it.

"What kind of mood are you in, Mac?" He asks her, both hands on her ass to keep her pulled in against him. "Naughty or nice?"

"Naughty," MacKenzie says, grinning wickedly. "I've been a bad, bad girl."

"That means that you need to be punished," he says, grinning. "Made to so all those things that humiliate you, right? The ones that you find hard."

Mac nods. "Oh yes. You probably need to make a real show of it, since we'll be outside." Not that anyone will hear them, of course.

"Being outside for this won't be humiliating enough?" he asks her, eyebrows raised, as his hut comes into view. "No?"

"Maybe I will need a little more?" Mac asks, cheeks going pink.

"We'll figure something out," he says, grinning at the blush. He picked his hit for how isolated it is - not a neighbour in sight. On the porch, he pauses, looking her up and down. "I think you ought to get dressed out here for a start. Don't think I want a whore like you stepping foot in my house with a stitch on."

Maybe a few months ago she wouldn't have dared but now Mac shimmies out of her clothes and leaves them in a little pile on his porch. Nobody comes out this way and it does turn her on, to some extent, to risk being caught in a compromising position.

He lets her stand there naked for a moment, just looking at her before he pushes the door open.

"There's a good girl," he says. "Now I want you to crawl for me. All the way through to the back."

"I'm not going to do this when I'm showing," she warns, sliding down to her hands and knees and starting to crawl. "Have fun while it lasts."

He snorts at that and follows her through the house, boot heels thudding on the floor.

"Just enjoying the view, darlin."

"It's still a good view," Mac agrees. "Eventually things will go south and hopefully you're in it for the long haul."

"You say that like you needs ring on your finger to prove," he says, nudging her with the toe of his boot.

"I'm not...I'm not fishing for a proposal!" Mac insists. "Do you think I'm fishing for a proposal?"

"I do not," he says, smirking. "Bu I like the way you stutter when I tease you about it when you're down on all fours like that, Darlin."

"Well, I am absolutely not asking you to marry me," Mac says emphatically. "Not that I...wouldn't, you're perfectly desirable, but I'm not asking at this moment for you, Homer Jackson, to marry me, MacKenzie McHale."