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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[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."

[allfleshandblood]

"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."

[allfleshandblood]

"Mmhmm," he says, pressing his hands against the smooth skin of her back, letting the oil slide against his palms. "I've never met a Queen. A lady or two."

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"My father is a peer but only just. I'm not really much of anything in that caliber," she says, sighing a little. "God, your hands are amazing."

[allfleshandblood]

"My daddy's rich. It doesn't count for much," he says, smiling as he leans his weight forward a little, using the heels of his hands. "Glad you're feeling the benefit, darlin'."

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"I am. I'm going to want this so much more when I'm really heavy," she warns him. "So you're going to be pressed into service again, I'm sure."

[allfleshandblood]

"Anythin' for you, my darlin'," he says, and her slip-slide skin feels so good under his palms that he can't imagine ever wanting anything but this.

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"You're completely smitten, aren't you?" It amuses her because other than Will, Mac has never been with anyone that cares this much.

[allfleshandblood]

"Smitten makes me think of teenaged girls," he says, hands skimming down her ribs and then back up again, just brushing the swell of her breasts where they press against the bed. "And darlin', I'm a long way from being a teenager."

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"To my benefit," Mac agrees, sighing a little. "Oh, to my absolute benefit. Though, really sometimes you make me feel like a teenage girl."

[allfleshandblood]

"All dizzy with the first bloom of love?" He asks her, pressing a little harder against the muscles of her back.

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"Uh...uh huh," she whimpers. "Exactly like that. And oh, that feels good right where you are. Perfect."

[allfleshandblood]

"Right here?" he asks her, focusing on a knot in her spine with the tips of his fingers.

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"Right there," Mac confirms. "It's so tight there. God knows what I have to be stressed about, it's not like I have a job or any real responsibilities here comparatively speaking."

[allfleshandblood]

"Residual," says Jackson, who, sometimes, still wakes up suddenly in the night, dreaming of something that happened back in Whitechapel or, even worse, in New Orleans. "You carry this stuff with you."

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"I do," Mac agrees. "I constantly worry about what's going on back home though I've found, since I hooked up with you, that I think about it less and less."

[allfleshandblood]

"Doesn't Jim being here help?" he asks her, leaning down to press a kiss against the back of her neck as his hands slide over her.