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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 levels a meaningful glance at him. "You respect that I am intelligent and capable without making me feel completely desexed. You don't roll off me after sex and check your email. It means something to you to make me feel good, to see me brought down as low as I can be and as base and natural as I can be and fuck, I love it. I love feeling like I'm gorgeous, Jackson."

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"Well," says Jackson, grinning, his hand slipping down to fondle her breast. "Darlin', I do the best I can. I'm just glad it's workin' for you." He shifts, pressing his cock against her hip. "Could do with some bringin' you low and fuckin' myself right about now."

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"Yes, you may," Mac says, laughing lightly. "You like fucking me, don't you?"

[allfleshandblood]

"I think I've shown you that pretty emphatically, darlin'," he says, squeezing her breast.

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"You have," she agrees. "But I could stand to be shown again?"

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That's exactly the thing that he wants to hear, especially from a girl still flushed and lovely from coming twice in two minutes. "Whatcha thinkin', darlin?"

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"However you want to fuck me, Jackson," Mac murmurs. "I'm yours."

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"Maybe I want to hear you say it," he says, pinching her nipple again.

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"Make love to me so slow and so sweet that I'm begging for you to just fuck me and only when I'm about to lose it will you give me what I want?" Mac asks. She's running out of ways to be creative.

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"Sounds like your tastes are changin', darlin'," he teases, shifting up onto his knees and off the bed so he can slip his underwear off. "Something gentle? Something sweet?"

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Mac frowns. "It's hormones, probably. I feel excessively cuddly of late and I don't know when that happened."

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"Well, I'm happy to oblige," he says, sliding back onto the bed with her. "But I'll admit to missing the other."

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She frowns a little deeper. "We can have what you want. I'm not that picky, I promise. How do you want it?"

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"Darlin', I'm teasing you," he says, sliding between her thighs but not doing anything else, not yet. "I'll admit that you look fuckin' beautiful on your knees."

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Mac gives him a mischievous smile. "What about my hands and knees?"

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"Even better," he says, leaning down to kiss her, his weight caught on his hands, teasing them both.

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"I could do that now," Mac decides, kissing him softly. "If you were, you know. Interested?"

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"In your on all fours?" he asks her, stroking the side of her face. "Darlin', I'm always interested in you like that."

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"So I'll get on my hands and knees for you," Mac decides, grinning at him. "All right?"

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"More than alright, darlin," he says, shifting away from her, giving her the room to move.

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Mac shifts so she's on her hands and knees. "Now you get to see my ass, right?"

[allfleshandblood]

"It is rather a fine view, darlin'," he says, rubbing his hand over her, squeezing gently.

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"I'm fond of it," Mac says, even though she's never had the pleasure. She just knows that apparently Jackson is fond of it and that's enough for her.

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He lets his fingers stray into the cleft of her ass, stroking back and forth. "Remind me of what else you're fond of?"

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Mac's breath catches. "This," she whispers. "What you're doing right now? Fond of that."