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

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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.

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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.

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"A little," Mac says softly. "But this helps a hell of a lot more, if I'm honest with you."

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"Darlin', I am always happy to be a distraction," he says, hands skimming back up to brush against her breasts again. "How you feelin' down there?"

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"Absolutely boneless," Mac promises him, sighing a bit. "I'm pretty sure it's not going to be like this all night, though. You're just getting me all relaxed for something else later."

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"Just treating you like a princess so I can treat you like a whore, darlin," he teases, shifting his weight backwards so, this time, his hands can slide over her ass. "Don't tell me you'd want it any other way."

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"No, I want it exactly like that," she murmurs, letting out a little sigh when he touches her ass. "I want you any way I can get you."

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For now, he keeps his touch relatively chaste, thumbs pressing into her muscles, palms sliding over her slick skin.

"Figured we'd push the boat out. We haven't really done that since New York."

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"No, not really. And after a while, we're not going to be able to," Mac says, whimpering a little. "So I think we should make the most of it tonight."