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 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."

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He leans down low again, hands still on her, his mouth close to her ear.

"You want to me a slave for me, darlin'?"

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"Do you want me to be?" Mac asks, shivering a little. They play at that for the most part but hearing it in words is still a little more than she's used to.

[allfleshandblood]

"I do," he says, kissing down her spine. "For now. Right here. Absolutely."

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"Then I want to be," she assures him, sighing. "God, I want you."

[allfleshandblood]

"I want to put you on a goddamned leash," he says, his voice still low, his mouth still close to her ear. "And I've out considerable effort into presents for you."

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Mac feels herself blush hot. "Oh...well, I'll...yes. I'll be on a leash for you, honey."

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"You'll do it," he says, fingers brushing the swell of her breasts again. "But do you like the sound of it, darlin? Does it get you hot?"

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"Yeah, it gets me hot," she murmurs softly. "It gets me incredibly hot, Jackson, you have no idea."

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"Sir," he instructs. "Or Captain." He moves away from her. "Get up on your hands and knees. I think it's time to get goin, don't you?"

In the draw next to the bed, there's a collar and leash scrounged from the compound waiting. He makes sure that she sees it before he does anything with it.

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Mac rises up on her hands and knees and waits, stock still. She knows the rules for when they play like this and she likes to follow them as closely as she can. She likes the result when she's a good girl.

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Just the sight of her kneeling there on all fours like that is enough to make his cock ache. He runs his hand down her spine and then leans forward fastening the collar around her neck. He gives the leash a light tug and then loops it around the bedframe.

"Think I'm going to grease you up first, darlin. Put you in your place."

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"Yes, sir," she murmurs, nodding a little. She's really turned on right now and she knows it's only going to get worse before it gets better.

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He uses the same scented oil that he was using to massage her back, letting it pool in his palms before he leans forward, pressing snugly against her ass as he cups her tits, squeezing firmly.

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Mac barely refrains from making a little noise low in the back of her throat because it just feels so good. She is pretty sure she shouldn't like being used like this as much as she does but she guesses it doesn't matter between she and Jackson.

"Am I what you want?"

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"You're always what I want," he says, letting her skin get good and slick before his hands move, one skimming higher, up to her throat,, brushing the cooler, the other going lower along her below.

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That's enough to make her whimper. She has always been so thrilled by the idea of being wanted and Jackson always makes her feel exactly that. "I'll be anything you want me to be, I swear."