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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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"Oh, honey," Mac whimpers softly. "Honey, please? Feels so good."

"Sir, Mac," he reminds her, pressing another finger in alongside the first, fucking her with them. "Or Captain."

Mac draws in a sharp breath. "Sir, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Captain, I'm sorry."

He nods, free hand on the back of her neck, keeping her pressed forward against the door.

"You still imagining them watching?" he asks as he fucks her with his fingers.

"Yes," Mac says softly. "I feel completely exposed and at your mercy."

"If I was them right now, I'd be making lists of what I wanted to do to you when I got the chance," he says, pulling his fingers out of her slowly.

"But you're the only one who gets to have me," Mac says, soft and sure of that fact. "I'm glad of that."

"I'm the only one," he says, hand on his cock, pressing against her, teasing her for just a moment.

Mac whimpers softly. "Captain, please? Please give me your cock?"

He can't help it - he loves when she begs like this. He doesn't say a word to her, just slides his cock into her nice and slow.

"God, that's it," Mac murmurs softly, just relaxing and letting herself take him. "Just like that, please?"

"You love this, don't you?" he says, mouth close to her ear as he slides his cock all the way into her ass before he starts to rock backwards again.

"You know I do," Mac agrees, wishing her hands were free so she has something to hold onto. Right now, she just has to take what he gives her. "I love how you make me feel."

"How do I make you feel, darlin'?" he asks, pressing his cock into her, his hands grazing up her sides to cup both tits, squeezing her nipples beween his fingers.

"Like I'm something precious to you," Mac admits. It's a bit softer and more sentimental than she thinks she ought to be but it honestly does feel that way.

"Good," he says, because it's utterly true, something completely removed from sex but tied up together with it, all the same. "You look like such a goddamned picture like that, darlin'."

"Ridiculous one," she scoffs. "But thank you. God, you feel good."

"Not ridiculous at all," he says, pressing into her harder, still fondling her tits. "Helpless and used, maybe. Mine."

"Yours," Mac echoes softly, whimpering a little at the feel of his hands. "Fuck, I'm always yours. No matter how you want me."

"I want you every way I can get you, darlin," he says, thrusting up into her harder, deeper. "Think that's pretty clear by now."

"Crystal," Mac agrees. "Though God only knows why you want me so much."

"You don't see yourself," he says, letting one hand drop down between her legs, pressing two fingers inside her.

"So I should stop questioning your taste?" she asks, whimpering at the feel of his fingers. "Oh honey, please? More?"

"I think you should," he says, thumb pressed firm against her clit, fucking her from both directions, keeping her pressed forward against the wall.

"Jackson, God, you're killing me," she murmurs, tightening around him as best she can manage.