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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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Mac nods. "I think that would be, yeah. I think that's going to bring me down as low as you can bring me."

"You think?" he asks her, kissing her again, fondling her tits as he pulls her back against him. "How would it feel, my playing with you like that, trussing you up and taking what I wanted and knowing that people could see you?"

"Pretty frightening, in a way," Mac admits. "But thrilling too. I like feeling like an object to you sometimes."

"Just as long as you remember what's behind it," he says, right into her ear, before he pulls away. He lands a smack on her ass. "Bend over the table."

"Do you love me?" Mac thinks it's only because she's blindfolded that she's bold enough to ask that and she bends over the table, just as he asked.

He pauses, giving the question the thought it deserves. It's not a reflex, not yet, but it's something.

"Reckon I'm just about there, darlin," he says. "Know tell me what you want."

"Show me off to them," Mac says, dropping the love conversation for the moment. They have a scene to play first.

"How do you mean 'show you off'?" he asks, rubbing his fingers down the crack of her ass.

"Fuck me with your fingers?" Mac tries, not sure how to actually accomplish that. "Let them see what I let you do to me."

"Spread yourself with your hands," he says. "Show me what you got, darlin."

Mac does as he asks, shivering a little in anticipation. "Just like this?"

"That's perfect, darlin'," he says, toeing off his boots so he can move more quietly, stepping around the table behind her and sinking down onto his knees.

"Can everyone see me?" she whispers, voice small while she tries to keep herself in the mindset she's being watched.

"Mmmmhmm," he says, and then he leans in, pressing his lips against her tailbone. It's almost chaste, the way he kisses her.

"Does it make you jealous at all? Since I'm yours?" God, she's so ridiculously turned on right now and she's not sure what to do about it.

"Not jealous, no," he says, not pressing his mouth against her again, not yet, just breathing against her skin. "Because I know you're mine. Nothin' to be jealous of, right? They can look all they damn well please."

"Look but not touch," Mac says quietly. "Because I belong to you. Do they like what they see?"

"They seem very appreciative," he says, smirking at how into this she is, leaning forward and trailing his tongue against her.

Mac shivers a little. "Oh...oh fuck. They want to be where you are, don't they? Having me?"

"Of course they do," he says, hands on her thighs to keep them spread. "Darlin', anyone would want to be right here."

"You make me so happy," Mac whispers softly. "I'm happiest when I'm with you."

"Darlin', you say the sweetest things," he says, pressing his mouth against her again, sucking lightly. "Why don't you tell those nice folks what I'm doing to you right now? Describe how it makes you feel for them."

Mac whimpers a little. This is a little more exposed than she's comfortable with but she knows she can muddle through it.

"You're licking me and it makes me so fucking wet."

"Not as detailed as I'd like, darlin', but that's good," he says, nudging her forward on the table, lifting her ass a little.

"You need more?" she asks, voice cracking just a little. "How much more?"