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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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"What if I don't care?" he asks her, pulling almost out of her ass before he pushes all of the way back in. "What if I like making you squirm like this? What if I like the idea of making you go to bed with my come on you and desperate to come?"

Mac sucks in a deep breath and nearly sobs. "You can't, I can't take it," she says, as desperate as she's ever felt with him.

"So beg me, Mac," he says, pressing into her again. "Convince me."

"God, Jackson, please? You're the only one who can make it better," she says, biting her lip a little as he rocks back into her. "You're all I need. Please?"

She sounds suitably desperate and he takes pity on her, hand snaking around to slip between her legs, two fingers pressed against her clit as he fucks her.

She only needs a little to come, fast and hard while his cock is buried in her. "Jackson! Oh God, oh please."

She tights around him when she comes and he manages to hold on through it, thrusting into her again, his fingers still tight in her hair. "I'm goin' to untie your hands, darlin'," he says, breathes it right into her ear, "And then you're going to lie down on your back on the floor for me."

"Uh...uh huh. Why? Why are you going to do that?" she asks, unsure of what he has planned. Then again, if it's Jackson, she can guarantee it will get her hot.

"Promised you I was going to come on you again, didn't I?" he asks her, hand curled around his cock, waiting for her to position herself.

"Oh, right," Mac says, breathing for a moment before getting down into the floor. She's not going to be able to do this much when the pregnancy gets unwieldy but now, she guesses, she can still do anything she wants.

God, she looks beautiful, spread out like that, completely trusting. He sinks down onto his knees next to her.

"Where do you want it, darlin'?"

"Wherever you want to give it to me," she says, smiling just a tiny bit. "However you want to give it to me, I'll be grateful for it."

The smile below the blindfold stretched across her eyes is lovely and he lets himself get distracted for a moment.

"Nuh-uh, darlin'. I want to hear you choose."

Mac thinks for a moment and then taps one breast. "Right here, I think. Is that all right?"

He doesn't bother to answer her, stroking his hand over his cock until he comes, hot and liquid across her tits.

"Rub that in," he says, dropping down into a sitting position, breathless from exertion.

It's ridiculous, possibly, but terribly erotic and Mac does just as he asks, rubbing it in to her skin. "How do I look, honey?"

"Filthy," he says, without a moment's hesitation as she fondles her own breasts. "Beautiful."

"Have I been good enough to be allowed to go to bed?" she asks, still touching herself lightly.

"Fuck yes," he says, pushing himself off the floor and reaching down to take her hands. "But we are not walking back to your place."

"No, I wanted to stay here," she says, taking his hands and getting to her feet. "I'm too tired to go all the way back home. It'd be easier if we lived one place or the other, you know."

"Miz McHale," he drawls, tugging the blindfold from over her eyes and guiding her into the hut. "Are you suggesting I give up my virtue and live a life of sin?"

Mac arches a brow. "Really? You just fucked me into the ground out there and you're worried about living in sin?"

"Technically," he says, unbuttoning his shirt as they move towards the bed, "I think you'll find that I fucked you into the porch."

"Technically I don't think it matters a whit because we fuck all the time and you sleep over most nights," Mac says, laughing. "Why be proper about it?"

"I'm teasing you, Mac," he says, shedding all of his clothes before climbing into bed and looking at her expectantly. "Ain't no-one going to judge us here. Though I do wonder what Mister Tesla'll make of it."