Happy Birthday, MacKenzie

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Her birthday sort of sneaks up on her and it's only when she's in the Compound reading up on prenatal care that she realizes she's 36 now and not 35 anymore. It's a weird feeling, not having any acknowledgement of the day other than a slow realization and MacKenzie has always been fond of her special day.

She knows that on the island, the only people who'd know today was her birthday are Jackson and Jim and while she hasn't received any presents or acknowledgment from them yet, she assumes it's coming. Jim's always been a thoughtful man and Jackson's in love with her; if anyone would celebrate her birthday, it'd be them.

When she hears someone come in to the room she puts her book back on the shelf and grins. Of course. No time like the present.

"Hi."

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"I'm crafty," Mac teases, grinning at him. "I've been reading up on what to eat and not eat while growing another human being. It's a little dry but it has to be done, you know. I'll be glad to be rescued from this particular bit of research."

[allfleshandblood]

"You can worry about all that tomorrow," he says, holding a hand out to her. "Because today won't last forever and I have things to achieve that won't keep, darlin' girl."

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"Perishables? I'm intrigued," Mac says, taking his hand and squeezing it lightly. "Lead the way, honey. I'm all yours."

[allfleshandblood]

"More like an imminent need," he says, threading his fingers through hers and drawing her with him. "We're going to my place and we're not leaving until morning."

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"Oh, well, I think I could agree to that." It sounds promising, being all alone with Jackson for an entire night without fear of being caught.

"Jim will be glad I've cleared out."

[allfleshandblood]

"I'm sure he won't be complaining too hard," he says, eyebrows raised slightly. He chose his place over hears for privacy, mostly, inside and out. "I've got plans to spoil you."

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"For my birthday?" Mac asks, soft and amused.

"I'm really flattered, Jackson. Surprised you remembered but in guess it shouldn't be too much a surprise."

[allfleshandblood]

"You didn't expect me to remember?" He frowns. "Of course I remember. I've been planning this for a week."

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"Mmm, anything in particular you have in store for me?" It's a bit of a tease to ask in public but Mac lives to tease.

[allfleshandblood]

"That would be telling, wouldn't it, darlin'?" he says, grinning at her. "But you know I know what you like."

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"It's true, you know me very well. I guess I just have to wait and see what you have in store for me," she says, beaming at him a little. "But I was never very good at being patient."

[allfleshandblood]

"Well, you're going to have to be," he says, letting go of her hand but only so that he can wrap his arm around her, squeezing her ass as they walk. "Because I'm only going to give it you a bit at a time."

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"Long and drawn out, hmm? Now I really am intrigued," Mac says, wondering just how pleased she's going to be this evening. When Jackson uses her hard, she always feels sated and hazy afterward.

[allfleshandblood]

"Don't know how much longer we're going to be able to indulge our exact desires without compromise," he says, with a roll of one shoulder. "And, since it's your birthday, figure we might as well push the boat out."

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"I know, I'm putting on weight," Mac says, frowning a little as she tries to assess just how big she is now compared to a few weeks ago. "I need to get out of the mindset that it's a bad thing that I'm getting a belly. Too many years of eating like a bird, obviously."

[allfleshandblood]

"I see not one thing about you that I'd change, darlin'," he says, as the house comes into view. "You are perfect in your every inch."

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"You know exactly how to flatter," Mac says, grinning to herself. She's pretty pleased with what Jackson thinks about her on a regular basis and that helps, even though she's occasionally a little up in her head about her physical appearance.

[allfleshandblood]

"You're all I want." He steps ahead of her onto the porch and opens the door. The inside of the hut is cool and dim, fresh sheets on the bed, ice in a bucket on the table. "Though I'd prefer it if you were naked."

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"Well, how can I say no to that?" MacKenzie asks, making quick work of stripping off her blouse and skirt. Once she's naked, she shivers a little in anticipation.

"Where should I go, honey?"

[allfleshandblood]

He never ever gets bored of seeing her naked. He lets his eyes linger on her naked curves for a moment. "On your belly on the bed, please, darlin'," he says.

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"Yes, captain," Mac says, going to lay facedown against the bed. "Here and waiting for whatever you have in store for me."

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"Don't have to call me Captain, darlin'," he says, retrieving the little bottle of scented oil that he'd bartered for, earlier in the week. Dragging his shirt over his head, he got up onto the bed with her. "You mentioned massage, right? A while ago - I'm sure you did."

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"Oh! I figured you were spanking me. A massage is perfect," she says, unexpectedly pleased by this. "Thank you."

[allfleshandblood]

"I may well be spanking you later," he says, swinging his knee across her, kneeling as he pours a little oil into his hands and warms it between his palms. "Among other things."

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"I look forward to it," Mac promises him, laughing warmly. "But for now, I'm content to be treated like a queen on my birthday."