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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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"I'll be taking full advantage of that," he promises her.

He doesn't have to go as far as the compound, in the end. It occurs to him that the Winchester probably has the means to make ice and he begs some off the tattooed kid behind the bar, heading back as quick as he can to make the whole thing worth it.

"Tell me I'm your hero and there's nothin' you wouldn't do for me," he says, letting himself back into her bedroom (which he's rapidly coming to think of as theirs).

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"You're my hero and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you," Mac says brightly, grinning at him.

"You really are. Thank God, I need this."

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He sets the bucket down on the bed next to her and goes to the task of stripping off.

"What's my reward goin' to be, then?"

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"What do you want it to be?" Mac asks, watching him closely. She loves looking at him even if he's not handsome in the traditional sense; she is extremely attracted to him and has been since she first met him a few months ago.

"Anything you want?"

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"When I walked through the door, I'd have said a couple of hours sleep, but then I looked at you," he says, leaning against the bedframe for a moment. "And now I'm sure I can think of somethin' a helluva lot more inventive."

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"Am I honestly that distracting?" Mac asks, squirming a little on the bed so he can really get a good look at her.

"I think I'm impressed with myself."

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"You know how distracting you are," he says, getting onto the bed with her, ice-bucket between them as he reaches out to trail his fingers against her belly. "You know what you look like and you use it to your advantage."

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"I love you," Mac says, grinning at him. "And yes, I completely use it to my advantage. So what do you want as payment for your charity?"

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"I am sure," he says, picking up a cube of ice between two fingers and brushing it along the curve of her throat, "That I can think of somethin', darlin'."

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It feels so good that she whimpers, arching up from the bed. "Jackson, honey, please. Feels so good."

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He dimly remember something she said in New York. Gently, he trails the ice lower, following her breast bone. "Put your hands up over your head for me, darlin'."

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Mac stretches her arms up over her head. "Like this?" She has always liked having instructions and Jackson is good about giving them to her and, when she's earned it, praise.

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"Just like that," he says. The way she's raised her arms lifts her tits and he follows the curve of her with the ice-cube, bending his head to kiss her as he traces one nipple with the ice.

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"Fuck," Mac hisses softly. She should have known being petulant would get her into some kind of trouble and she thinks this kind of trouble is better than the alternative.

"I don't think I'm going to be cooling off, exactly."

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"No?" he asks her, switching to her other nipple, teasing it harder. "You'd rather I left you to it?"

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"No, I just...God, you know you're turning me on," Mac says, glaring at him. It has no heat, though, because she loves every second of it. "And I really just wanted to cool off. Really."

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"I really could just dump the whole bucket on you and go sleep on the couch," he says, ducking his head to follow the cold sweep of the ice with a swipe of his tongue across her nipple. "Unless you just want me to tell you what's happening right now? Orders make it easier, Mac?"

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"Orders always make it easier," Mac murmurs, twisting a little under his mouth. "Fuck, seriously, I'm so turned on right now."

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"Alright," he says, leaving the ice cube to sit between her breasts as he moves away from her long enough to lash her hands to the bedframe. "You keep your legs spread and you call me Sir."

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"Yes, sir," Mac says dutifully, sliding her legs apart for him. God, she loves this man even if it's stupid of her to risk her heart. "Like this?"

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"You're getting good at this," he says, grinning, bending his head to kiss her as he goes back to that ice-cube, sliding it lower to circle her navel.

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"I try," she murmurs, squirming a little at the cold against her skin. It feels good though, especially in comparison to how damn hot it is outside.

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"Mmmhmmm," he says, leaving that ice-cube sitting in her navel and reaching for another, going back to teasing her nipples.

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"How do I look?" MacKenzie asks, arching her back a little to thrust her breasts up.

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"Beautiful," he murmurs, bending his head to brush his lips against the damp skin of her collarbone as he follows the curve of her breasts with the ice-cube. "Still warm, though."