I’m helping out a fellow Finnish artist who had a very unfortunate thing happen to her. A design shop called the Arctic Design Shop in Rovaniemi Finland sold her thesis work by accident and she needs it back!
The work was sold to an American girl who can have the sculpture back right after the maker has finished her thesis! She only needs it for the exhibition. The maker has asked if the shop has the buyers information but they don’t.
Please spread this and contact the email if you have any information about the whereabouts of the statue!
Everybody talks about Anastasia, which is a shame, because it’s a far less interesting example of Russian fake heir drama than that whole business with the False Dmitries.
Okay, so Ivan the Terrible’s youngest son,
Dmitry, was assassinated in 1591 at the age of 8. Fast-forward nine years, and there’s a guy going about Eastern Europe claiming that he is Dmitry, having secretly escaped the assassination attempt and lived in hiding under a false identity ever since. This sort of business isn’t too unusual, but this guy actually pulls it off, managing to gain the Russian throne and rule for nearly eleven months before being dragged from the palace and publicly executed in early 1606. He’d subsequently go down in history as False Dmitry I.
Here’s where it gets interesting. In mid 1607, a second impostor declares himself. Bizarrely, this one doesn’t dispute the first impostor’s legitimacy; instead, he claims to be the same guy, having miraculously survived his apparent execution the year before. He somehow wins the political support of False Dmitry I’s widow, and with her vouching for his identity, he gains the allegiance of the Cossacks, rallies an army over 100 000 strong, and tries to “take back” the throne. Though his march on Moscow ultimately failed, he successfully conquered most of Southeastern Russia, which he would rule until his untimely death in December of 1610, when he was beheaded in a drunken altercation with a Tartar prince. The history books know him as False Dmitry II.
Now jump ahead three months to March of 1611, when a third fucking impostor pops up. Dude apparently just magically appeared from behind a waterfall in goddamn Ivangorod and declared himself Tsar. Following the lead of False Dmitry II, he doesn’t dispute either of the two previous impostors, instead claiming some sort of spiritual reincarnation and/or magical resurrection – it’s not entirely clear which – to establish himself as the same guy. He must have talked a good game, because he managed to win the support of the same fucking Cossacks who supported False Dmitry II’s claim. Unfortunately, he was a far less able commander, being forced to flee his stronghold only a year later, whereupon he was spirited away to Moscow and secretly executed. Though he never managed to actually rule anything, historians decided to stick to the theme and dubbed him False Dmitry III.
At this point the historical record becomes confused, with some sources asserting there was a fourth False Dmitry, though others insist that the third False Dmitry was simply counted twice due to poor record-keeping. Still, whether we’re talking about three False Dmitries or four, imagine the whole mess from the Tsar’s perspective. Dude just wouldn’t stay dead!
ohh you missed one of my favorite bits.
False Dmitry I not only was executed, it was KNOWN he was fake. Powers that be used him until he was trouble, and THEN executed him.
Then quartered him.
Then cremated what was left.
Stuffed the ashes in a can.
And shot him out of a cannon back towards Poland, where he actually came from.
He pissed off a few people, yeah.
It was a very miraculous survival.
My favorite memory from Russian Studies class was when the professor got through introducing the idea of the first False Dmitri. He paused and said, “Now, the problem here is that he was the FIRST False Dmitri. Yeah. It’s all downhill from here.”
Summary: hi hi! Love your work. This may seem like a length storyline so
do with it what you will if you decide to write it. I’d love to see an
imagine wherever Mac and the reader finally get a chance to do a long
overdue weekend getaway but just when they’re getting all lovey dovey
they get interrupted by Matty for an assignment and Phoenix has to
conjoin forces with the readers ex?? and behold under the surface
jealous Mac! tysm!!
Side Note: I literally just made up the names in this imagine, the first name that came to my head I just wrote down. Also I hope you like the little crossover between shows 😛
“The point of this vacation is to relax”. Mac entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, giving off a disapproved look when he saw you sneakily responding to an email from your phone.
Placing the device on the bedside drawers, you grinned at your half-naked fiancé. “I relaxed very well the night we got here, last night and this morning”. Ticking it all off in your head, like a checklist, the amount of times you and Mac got hot and sweaty. “If I relax anymore I’m going to melt into the bed sheets”.
Arching his brow up, he strutted over. “Is that so?”. Using that husky tone to tease you. “Well then, let’s test that theory”. A deep growl escaped from his throat as he picked you up and carefully laid you out on the bed. His blue eyes looking down, reminding you of a pool filled only with love.
“More doing, less teasing, Macgyver”. Taking the initiative this time, Mac had no protests and let you straddle him. As things were progressing smoothly, the piercing sound of two ringtones filled the room.
Underneath you, Mac chanted. “Please don’t let it be work, please don’t let it be work”. Reaching over, you showed Mac the screen and it had Matty written in big bold letters. He threw his head back against the pillows, while you answered the call. The conversation lasted only about 30 seconds – quick and straight to the point.
“Mac, we have to go. It sounds pretty urgent”. Climbing off, each of you started to individual pack the suitcases and judging from how Mac was throwing the clothes in, he was pissed. To try and soothe the tension, you rubbed his back. “We can always re-book our vacation”. Hoping that the idea of looking forward to another weekend getaway would get him to ease up – it didn’t.
He roughly zipped up the suitcase, pushing it away so he could sit down on the edge of the bed. “That’s not the point. We had so many things planned, just you and me”. Kneeling down in front of him, those eyes that were filled with love were now replaced with sadness. “I love my job. But I just wanted one weekend where all we had to worry about was what to order from room service”.
Knowing exactly how he felt, it was tough. And even if you were an agent for years, it still wasn’t any easier. Sitting up, you gave Mac a reassuring kiss. “I promise you, we’ll get our weekend”.
He didn’t look convinced, but you shrugged it off for the time being and the two of you jetted back to Phoenix headquarters.
For the whole flight home Mac wore a sour expression, he explicitly stated to Matty no interruptions. However, he couldn’t put the blame on her, you guys made an oath to protect the country and receiving phone calls at ridiculous times, or during private moments was just one of the many sacrifices an agent made for their job.
“So nice of you guys to join us. I’m sorry for cutting the vacation short, but this can’t wait”. Matty spoke as you and Mac walked in.
“What are we dealing with?”. Mac asked, arms crossed standing beside Jack.
As you ventured further into the war room you noticed another male figure. “Reid?”. Breaking out in a smile, you took three large steps and brought him into a friendly hug. “What are you doing here?”.
In the background Mac shifted uncomfortably, a hard glare aimed at Reid.
Matty injected, answering the question. “The Behavioral Analysis Unit is here for our help with a case”. Tapping her finger on the screen a photo of a man popped up. “Remember the drug smuggling ring leader that we caught a few months ago?. Well he just made bail, an unknown individual paid it a week ago”. She nodded to Reid for him to continue.
Facing the rest of the team, he spoke. “Since then the FBI has kept surveillance on Joe, the international drug lord you guys caught, because we believe his responsible for two kidnappings”. He clicked the screen and two women’s faces appeared. “Allison who was the first and just recently Beth”.
Jack crossed his arms, “So why come to us?. We don’t do kidnappings”.
“Because you know him better than we do, your intel could be just what we need in order to catch this guy and whoever bailed him out”. Reid shot you a glance, you returned a small smile.
Mac cleared his throat. “And how are we suppose to help?”.
“By using that big genius brain of yours, Blondie”. Matty sarcastically replied. Her tone returning to a more serious one. “This case is essentially the FBI’s, all we’re doing is assisting. Y/N you’ll be going with Spencer to check out the latest crime scene. Jack and Mac you’ll be heading off to where the rest of the team has set up at the local police station. And Riley you’ll be staying here and joining forces with their tech analyst Gracia”. She gave each of them a stern look. “We’re against the clock, let’s do everything we can do bring these women home. Got it?”.
Everyone nodded and split off into their respective teams. Mac already wanting this mission to be over, so the two of you could go back to the romantic vacation he planned.
Crime Scene
Reid flashed his badge to gain access to the crime scene. You remembered your FBI days fondly. All the cases you worked with the team, the victims, the criminals – memories like those were hard to forget.
Scanning the scene while Reid talked to the acting officer, something didn’t feel right. The house seemed too in order, like it had been neatly cleaned up. Reid joined, informing you that there were no witness despite the neighbour only been a small one. He then went on to say the 911 call came from Beth herself.
“I have a bad feeling about this, Spence”. Frowning as the two of you stepped out to the front lawn. “This seems very calculated, perfectly planned, something that Joe couldn’t of done”.
He removed his shades, sitting them atop of his head. “What are you thinking?”.
Turning to glance up him, “That whoever bailed him out is responsible for the kidnappings. And that Joe is nothing more than his sidekick”. Twirling Mac’s engagement ring, it was a regular habit out of sheer nervousness. Previously it used to be a thick black band around your wrist, although, that was no longer in your possession – stolen by a man who you’d rather never think of again.
An officer ran straight ahead, frantic, shouting that a suspicious male figure had been seen inside the house. Running towards the hallway, Reid in tow. You scanned each room carefully and quickly. Moving onto the laundry, Joe shot right from the corner. Demanding he stop, he didn’t listen. Before you had the chance to draw a weapon, he pushed you roughly against the counter, your head colliding with the upper cabinet.
Reid rushed over, you told him that you were alright and to go catch Joe. He nodded and aided the police. Getting up slowly, you winched, feeling a warm trail of blood.
“Hey, hey, take it easy”. Reid shortly came back, carefully taking your arm and leading you to the nearest chair.
“I’m fine, just got a minor headache”. He ignored you and motioned for someone to get the paramedic, not leaving your side until everything was in the clear.
Joining Reid in his FBI vehicle after the medical check up, your injury didn’t need any stitches, just some disinfectant and a bandage. The ride to the police station consisted of nothing but staring out the window. The bad feeling growing as the station loomed near.
Police Station
Walking in you were greeted with hello’s and how are you’s from JJ, Prentiss, and Rossi, while the newest members of the FBI team introduced themselves. They caught you up with what they found on their end, giving you a brief profile of who they thought bailed Joe out. Upon entering the conference room kindly giving to the team by the Sheriff, Jack commented on your injury, Mac’s head shooting right up.
He wasted no time in rushing to your side, touching your forehead lightly with his index finger. “I’m fine, just a small cut”. Reassuring him.
“I should of gone with you”.
“That wasn’t Matty’s orders, I’m okay, Mac. Reid was there and-”. His face remained neutral but his eyes gave away a slight ping of jealously. “I’m okay”. Choosing to not finish the previous sentence and instead gave him another shot of reassurance.
Prentiss entered the room, giving you a look you knew all too well. “He says he’ll only speak to you, Y/N”.
“Is that such a wise choice?”. Jack questioned from the corner of the room.
“It’s that only option we’ve got”. Rossi interjected, taking a sip of his coffee.
Exhaling, your eyes fixed on the interrogation door. Not saying a word, you walked towards it, hand shaking as it twisted the handle. Once you were inside your old FBI mindset took charge. Slamming a file onto the table, Joe didn’t flinch.
“Tell me where to find Allison and Beth?”. Sternly demanding.
He chuckled, shot you a glare and bit the inside of his lip. “He was right, you are a feisty one”.
“Who was right?”. That bad feeling now tying into tight knots in your stomach.
Joe leaned forwards as much as the handcuffs would allow. Lowering his voice, his eyes firmly on you. “He ain’t done with you yet. Sweetheart, Grayson’s just getting started”. Laughing like an evil mad man, your heart quickened.
Snatching the file, the door slammed behind you causing all heads to turn. Concerned faces from the team came into view, however to you, each were just blurry figures. You breathed, inhaling and exhaling to return your heart rate to normal.
Mac’s hand reached out, but before any contact was made Reid rushed over. Clinging onto his arm you whispered one word – Grayson. Jack and Mac both exchanged confused expressions, while JJ, Prentiss and Rossi’s eyes widened knowing exactly what that name meant.
“If his involved those two women are in a lot more danger than we originally thought. JJ stated.
Prentiss nodded, “It’s time to deliver the profile”. Taking lead, every officer gathered around the desks, listening intently as the profile of Grayson was being delivered. He was described as extremely dangerous, unpredictable and cunning. His build was strong as well as tall, sprouting blue eyes, ash blonde hair and a eagle tattoo inked on the back of his neck.
After the short briefing it was all hands on deck. Gracia and Riley were on loud speaker, coordinating what they’d found. While Riley was tracking his phone and going through city surveillance cameras, Gracia was gathering last purchases made via credit cards, movement in the last 6 months and anything that would lead to a recent location. You were staring blankly out the window, dread and fear at the forefront of emotions you were currently experiencing. Mac sat down onto the vacant chair, placing a cup of coffee on the dark grey table.
“It was my fault”, clearing your dry throat, swirling your seat to face Mac. “I had to go undercover and I let Grayson get too close. Mac gave you this look, but you simply shook your head and told him it had nothing to do with being physically close, just emotionally. “He was very charming and he knew how to manipulate evidence pointing to him. While I foolishly let him cloud my judgment, it costed me my brother, the case and the two families their peace”. Eyes glistening, you wiped away any tears.
Mac rolled his chair over, hating how this was tearing you up inside. “None of this is on you, okay, none of it”.
“My brother died, Mac, because some lunatic became so fixated on my life. Just like Murdoc is with you”.
Riley’s voice echoed through the speakers. “We found him”.
At the sheer mention of “found”, you kicked the chair backwards. Storming over you asked Riley where his location was. Gracia sent the address to everyone’s cellphone – A warehouse downtown. Ignoring pleas to stay put, you dashed for the exit. Emotions high, vengeance even higher.
Agents surrounded the building, a perimeter was set for civilian safety and you were slowly becoming agitated with having to wait. Gracia hacked into the cameras, while Riley was directed the team. “Okay, you guys are in the clear”.
One man burst the door open, Prentiss team consisting of JJ, Jack and Rossi breached the building first. The second team was you, Mac and Reid. And surrounding the warehouse were the other agents. Once Riley gave the all clear the entrance further to the back shot wide open. Navigating through the empty warehouse, you swiftly ran to the other side, gun in front.
“Thermal shows a group in the far east”. Riley stated.
Your team was closet to those coordinates, so without thinking you left Mac and Reid behind, running to the target. Their hush voices yelling for you to wait, but there was no use, you were already out of earshot.
Hiding behind the wall, Grayson was giving a speech, one that you weren’t interested in listening too. Observing the odds, it was 6 men to one. A pulley caught your eye, on the end was a big crate perfectly centered over the men. Aiming the gun, you prayed the plan was going to work. A loud bang ricocheted and the crate along with the men went down.
“Hands up Grayson, it’s over”. You angrily called out.
He lifted up his arms, similar to how the wings on his eagle tattoo were spread out. “Y/N, what a welcome surprise”.
The rest of the team had now caught up, each bore their own worried expressions. Grayson didn’t mind the audience, in fact, you guys profiled him to
love the attention. He got off from having all eyes on him. Mac stepped forward but got pulled back by Jack.
Closing the gap, your hands gripping the gun. “Get on your knees, put your hands up. I’m not going to ask again!”.
His eyes twinkled, enjoying every second of the show you put on in his honor. “How’s your dear old brother?”. Smirking, he put down his arms. Your jaw clenched. A immense amount of anger surging through every ounce of your body. Out of the corner of your eye Prentiss team maneuvered to block off any exits.
“There is no way out Grayson, surrender is your only option”. JJ shouted.
Reid lowered his weapon, walking slowly towards you with a soft expression, knowing just how much willpower it took to have not yet pulled the trigger.
“We got him, okay. His going to be put away for a long time”. Reid glanced over at Grayson, then settled in his eyes on you. “I know you, I know that there isn’t a bone in your body that’ll allow you to pull that trigger. You’re hurting and you think by shooting the man who murdered your brother will make that hurt go away”. Tears were now rolling down your cheeks, a flashback memory to that horrible night. Reid stepped forward, continuing his speech. “Just give me the gun and I promise you he’ll never see the outside of a prison cell again. But in order for me to do that, you need to trust me”. Your hand shaked, struggling with the notion of right and wrong. Between justice and revenge. Reid’s hand covered your own, the one that was pointing the gun at the man who caused you so much sleepless nights. “Please, just give me the gun”. He whispered.
With all the strength you could muster, you lowered the weapon. Rossi moved in to handcuff Grayson. Reid handed the gun off to another agent before you collapsed into his chest. Holding onto his shirt, you cried, letting two years worth of tears fall. Mac stood beside Jack and the rest of the BAU team, his eyes fixated on the scene in front of him – his
fiancé
seeking comfort from her old, former flame. Jack clapped Mac’s shoulder, knowing exactly what was running through that brain of his.
“She loves you, Mac”.
Mac didn’t say a word as he left the warehouse, his brain running a million miles a minute. A huge mountain of worry nesting in his heart.
Police Station
“Thank you for helping with the case”. Reid gave you a warm smile, packing up the last of the remaining files in the conference room.
Helping him take down the photos from the board, you weakly returned his earlier smile. “I should be thanking you guys. I can’t believe we caught him”. It felt surreal, a man who became a constant thought of fear in your life was now, what you hoped, behind bars and would never see the light of day. Sitting down on the table, one question had been bugging you since the warehouse. Staring up at Reid, “Why did he surrender?. That’s not how we profiled him, Reid. He always has a backup plan, that’s what makes him so-”.
He put a hand on your shoulder, indicating to take a breath. “Don’t drive yourself crazy by thinking about that. We got him, those two women are safe and back with their families. He’ll never be able to hurt anyone again”.
Realizing that Reid was right, it didn’t matter why Grayson decided to give himself up. As long as he was locked away for life, you’ll be able to move on with yours. Speaking of your future, Mac waltzed in, telling you Jack was ready to head back. Standing up, you gave Reid one last hug. “Don’t be a stranger, Spence”.
He grinned, “I promise, I won’t be”.
Mac placed his hand on your lower back leading you out to the car. And for the first time in quite a while you were able to sleep peacefully.
The Phoenix
“Where’s Mac?”. Scanning the war room and seeing that he was the only one missing.
Riley
and Bozer shared an concerned glance, although, it was Jack’s
expression that set off the alarm bells, indicating that the answer
wasn’t going to be pretty.
“He went home”. Jack further explained, adding how Mac reacted to hearing the news you almost
got injured while at the crime scene. Plus the moment with Reid. You slowly nodded, understanding how all of that could concern Mac. Leaving the Phoenix, you left to go
check up on your
fiancé.
Mac’s House
Peaking into his bedroom, Mac aggressively
threw a piece of metal across his bed. There were only three people that
could get him to react this way – Murdoc, The Ghost and Reid. Entering,
Mac stopped working on his latest device. Joining him on the bed, the two of you silently stared at one another. Leaning over, resting your body weight on your knees, you gave Mac the most romantic kiss you could muster.
“What was that for?”. He asked. Instead of replying, you leaned in once more. Mac grabbed a hold of your waist, resting back on the pillow.
Sitting on his lap, you held up your left hand placing on his chest. “Jack told me everything”. Mac titled his head to the side, cursing under his breath about how Jack couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. You turned his face your way, “Reid and I, that’s in the past. I have no feelings from him other than friendship”.
“There’s a lot of history there, this mission could of very easily brought old romantic feelings to the surface”. Mac protested, frustration looming in his eyes.
Taking your engagement ring off you held it up to Mac, which didn’t ease any doubt he’d planted in his mind, however, he waited for you to speak. “Ask me again”.
Mac frowned, “Why?”.
“Just ask me”.
He took the ring, clearing his throat. “Y/N, will you marry me?”.
Smiling at him, you set the ring in it’s rightful place – your finger. “Yes, Mac. My answer will always be yes. No doubt, no hesitation, no fear. I’m 100% committed to becoming and being your wife”.
It took a few minutes, but, Mac eventually broke out into a grin. Hands massaging your thighs. Holding onto the Mac’s self made headboard, he meet you in the middle and worlds collided in the most beautiful way.
Summary: Inspired by William Singe’s cover of “Climax” by Usher. Listen here.
Do we separate?. Don’t wanna give in, so we both gave up. Can’t take it back, it’s too late, we’ve reached the climax
No marriage was ever going to remain perfect, that’s not how commitment was built to be. Rough patches, roadblocks and obstacles were apart of any relationship whether it just be starting out or years old. You strongly believed that a relationship was only as good as the solid foundations holding it up – loyalty, trust, love, communication and honesty. With Mac you thought all five of those foundations were indestructible, strong enough to last any storm. But, that was just the naive side of you talking. Because, in truth, even marriage with Angus Macgyver couldn’t be all roses and rainbows.
“You really have to calm down, Mac”.
Your husband ruffled his hair, slightly scoffing.
Things weren’t exactly in the best place between you and Mac. Little things like not cleaning the dishes, running out of toothpaste, forgetting to text the other if a mission ran late all piled up and started unnecessary fights. Ones that should be harmless banter, instead, were turned into full fledged arguments. This time it was, according to Mac, your recklessness during a prior mission that sparked this on going debate.
“I have the right to be upset, just like you would be if the roles were reversed”. He ventured into the bedroom, which the both of you compromised to fit each other’s personality. “In fact, didn’t we have this same exact discussion when Murdoc shot me just a few weeks ago?. Yet, back then it was okay for you to bring this topic up, but when I do it I’m just being an over-protective, unreasonable ass”.
There was no right answer, saying what you really wanted would only prolong this stuipd fight and you hated being at odds with Mac. However, staying silent also had it’s down falls. So, whichever path you took the result was going to remain the same. Choosing the second option, you turned on the bathroom light, and got rid of the dirty clothes you’d been in for the last 24 hours. Grabbing the silky dark blue night gown off the back of the door, you stood in front of the mirror, breathing heavily.
“So that’s it, we go to bed angry?”. Mac leaned against the threshold, arms folded.
Throwing the toothbrush onto the counter, you rubbed your face. “I guess so”. Pushing past him, this made your heart severely ache. You hated this feeling.
Mac turned his body, still leaning on the door but now looking into the bedroom as opposed to the bathroom. “I’m your husband, I can’t just turn that off out in the field. When I hear through the coms that my wife has made a reckless, unsafe move, I’m allowed to freak out”.
“I get that, Mac, but your also suppose to trust that I know what I’m doing. That whatever decision I make, whether it turns out in my favor or not, I can count on my husband to back me”.
Stepping forward, Mac undid his shirt, and reached for a plain grey t-shirt. “How can I back a decision that almost got you killed?”. Forcefully discarding away the dirty shirt into the hamper.
“The same way I do with you”. Jumping up from the bed, pacing to the other side. “Why can’t you trust in my ability as an agent?”. Your eyes glossed with tears, nonetheless, you held them back.
“This has nothing to do with me trusting in your abilities, because I do. But it’s my job to keep you safe!. So, when a madmen has a gun pointed at my wife it means that I failed to do that”. He semi shouted, chest rising. Removing his dad’s watch, Mac laid it out on the night stand. Throwing back the covers, he expected you to climb in.
“Did it ever occur to you that I don’t always need you to be the hero?. Maybe I just want you to be my supportive husband who believes in me”.
Taking your pillow and a spare blanket neatly folded at the foot of the bed,
you walked into Bozer’s old room and got ready for bed.
It wasn’t long before Mac appeared, urging you to come back to the shared bed. That it was best to put this argument on pause, get a fresh, level head and deal with it in the morning. Disagreeing, you told him in a firm voice that you were staying put and he’d just have to deal with sleeping alone for the night. Shutting the door, he lingered for a split second, eventually turning on his heel. You sunk into the cold sheets, staring mostly at the ceiling. Not being able to turn off the countless of thoughts preventing you from sleep.
The Next Day
Waking up with a groggy head, coffee wasn’t going to be the fix you desperately needed it to be, but it was going to have to do for now. Pouring two cups you lightly knocked on the door. Jarring it open with your foot, the bed had been roughly made and there was no sign of Mac. Walking back into the kitchen, you poured the contents of Mac’s mug down the drain, wanting nothing more to curl up and let tears fall.
Checking any voicemails or messages – nothing, not a single one.
You remembered the day Mac asked you to be his girlfriend. He received a little push from the team to do so, but you’d never forget the feeling of that night. The way it felt to take a chance on a new, exciting relationship. To discover that person in a new light, to know all their dreams and fears, to love them despite any flaws or faults. From then on, you and Mac thought the relationship was invincible. Even when the honeymoon phase was over and the marriage really begun, that mindset hadn’t change. Reaching that two year mark made you think the rest of the years would be a breeze and you guys would always be on the same wave length. And maybe that was the mistake. Thinking that nothing could break the solid foundations you and Mac worked so hard to maintain.
You glanced at the decent sized diamond ring. The longer you did, the more it got you angry. Taking it off your finger, you threw it across the floorboards. Sliding down the cabinets, phone falling beside you, staring at nothing in particular.
Hours later, the sound of distant footsteps no doubt belonging to Mac snapped you out of the reminiscence trance. Counting the steps until he made it into the kitchen, you glanced up at him. He sat down beside you. Falling into his chest, you cried, and you swore you felt a tear fall from Mac’s eyes too.
Getting up from the floor after a fair amount of time just being in Mac’s embrace, your back was beginning to hurt from having nothing but a hard surface as support. Mac pointed to your bare hand. “Where’s your ring?”.
Rubbing the empty spot, it slipped your mind that it wasn’t resting on your finger. Clearing your throat, “Somewhere around here. I threw it off and I have no idea where it landed”.
Mac searched for the ring, careful to not accidentally squash the piece of jewellery. Finding the diamond ring hiding behind the stool leg, he gave it back and you knew he wasn’t happy at the sheer fact you took it off in the first place. Especially after the both of you stated in the vows that no matter what they wouldn’t come off.
“Mac”, reaching out, at the same time he shook off your attempt at contact. “I was angry and I woke up to find you not here”. Trailing off, not knowing what else to say.
“I was angry too, but you didn’t see me take off my ring. We vowed-”.
Not wanting another argument to erupt, you injected. “I know, I know what we said in our vows. But me taking off the ring, it-it doesn’t mean anything”. You frowned when he placed his ring on the counter. “What are you doing?”.
He shrugged his shoulders. “If it doesn’t mean anything then you won’t mind if I take mine off”.
Surprised at his bold action, you pressed your lips together. “Okay, fine, you made your point. I’m sorry I took my ring off, can you please put yours back on?”. Your heart sped up, when Mac made no effort to do so. “Mac!”. Shouting, in a desperate plea.
“I don’t know if I can do this anymore”. He whispered.
His words hit you like a mountain of bricks. Shaking your head in disbelief. “No, no, don’t you dare say that Angus Macgyer!”.
He stood before you, direct eye contact. “Do you love me?”. Sternly asking.
Eyes wide open, “Of course I do, how can you think otherwise?”. Insulted that he’d even ask such a question.
“Do you know what ran through my head when I saw your ring wasn’t on your finger?. That for a split second you gave up on us, on me”.
Touching his cheek, “In recent weeks we may have fought more than usual, but that’s one thing I could never do, Mac. I would never give up on you, on this marriage”. Closing the small gap, you traced his lips.
Picking up his ring, it fumbled in your grip. Holding it up, Mac took the sliver band. He kissed you, deepening it as much as he could. Getting lost in how he tasted, you wished the kiss lasted longer. Mac didn’t say a word as he walked down the hall and into the bedroom.
Finding your feet to open the door after what seemed like eternity, Mac
was already in bed. Making your way over he wasn’t asleep just pretending to shut his eyes, it was evident from the way he was struggling to keep them closed. Kissing him on the forehead, “No matter what happens, I love you”.
It took every ounce of willpower to head for the spare bedroom. The foundations were all coming undone. What once made this relationship
unbreakable were the very things ripping it in two. The communication
was gone, trust regarding work was on shaky ground and honesty flew out
the window the minute you lied to Mac. The only two pillars that remained
unscratched were love and loyalty. And you desperately prayed they were
enough to save you and Mac.
Summary:Inspired by Somo’s Rendition of “Nice & Slow” by Usher. Listen here.
Let me take you to a place nice and quiet, there ain’t no one there to interrupt. Ain’t
gotta rush, I just want to take it nice and slow. See I’ve been waiting
for this for so long, we’ll be makin’ love until the sun comes up
Slipping off your black Parda heels, you winced at the contact of sore skin to floorboard. Carelessly dumping your bag on top on the dark marble kitchen counter, you pulled a face at the amount of paperwork sitting in your bag. Today seemed never ending. The constant parade of people zooming in and out of your office asking you to complete different tasks, plus adding the countless of hours that was dedicated purely to finishing everything on the to-do-list, made time tick away at it’s slowest pace. To make matters worse, all of it followed you straight home, giving you little chance to take a breath.
Deciding to push the gigantic pause button on anything work related, you grabbed the left over bottle of wine, a glass, and treated yourself to an in home spa session. While it wasn’t as luxurious as the professionals would have been, it still managed to provide your mind and body with a temporary tranquil state. Blowing out the candles, you took time in putting on one of your favourite lingerie garments. The lace fabric felt incredible against your smooth, silky skin, thanks to the coconut body lotion you applied. To match the lace you slipped an identical nightgown, one that Mac had brought for your Birthday. Brushing the knots out of your tangled hair, you took at quick glance at your reflection. Tiredness was evident, and even though you tried to combat that with a decent amount of sleep, it never seemed to be enough. Applying an eye ointment, for now, it was just going to have to do.
“There you are, I called out your name and got worried when you didn’t answer”. Mac stood behind you, rubbing his hands up and down your legs.
These last few days you hadn’t been able to spend a minute to feel Mac’s touch. When he left for work, you arrived back from yours and vice versa. Paths kept crossing but never long enough to just be in each others arms. So, having his hands glide across your skin felt extra sensational. “I’ve missed this”, leaning back to rest against his chest.
Mac let his hands do the talking, he ventured past your underwear, cheekily slapping the elastic back to tease you. With one simple tug the knot that was keeping the nightgown securely wrapped around your frame slightly fell. Mac placed feather kisses on the exposed right shoulder, each one more tender than the last. While his lips were busy giving every inch of your neck some attention, his hands multi-tasked. One rubbing in between your thighs and the other trailing up your side, stopping just shy away from the bra clasp. “My hands or my lips?”. He asked, making his tone extra raspy, knowing how it made your heart race and body tremble.
“I don’t fucking care, just do something, Mac”. Groaning at the ridiculous amount of teasing Mac was making you endure.
His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, how with just one stroke of his hand or one word he could have you wrapped around his finger. Although, looking at you now, he rather have another part of you wrapped around him. “Turn around”, he command. Doing so caused Mac’s touch to vanish, but it wasn’t long until his lips crushed hard upon your own. Needing him was just as important as air, it sounded dramatic, yet, the truth behind it was undeniable. You’ve never had this strong of a connection before with anyone. Every single part of your heart, soul and body truly did belong to Mac.
As your brain was thinking about how much you loved the man who was now kneeling before you, Mac smirked, “I really do love this nightgown”. He toyed with the ends, twisting the lace in and out of his fingers. “But lately it’s been getting in the way”. With each kiss up your leg he huskily instructed for you to take the material off. Dropping the nightgown to the ground, you titled your head back as Mac drew closer to your coveted sweet spot. “This is all for me, isn’t it”. You knew it wasn’t a question, the answer was always yes. And to show that the most imitate part of your body was for him only, Mac left a light mark on your inner right thigh, licking over it once he was done. As he stood up, his hand rubbed the thin fabric of your underwear, making it impossible to suppress a moan. Mac curved his lips into another smirk. Right as he moved to discard the unwanted piece of lingerie, the inconvenient ring of Mac’s phone rippled through the bathroom. The annoyance in his face mirrored your own. He answered, appearing less pleased with each passing second. Mac angrily pressed the end call button – you knew what was coming.
“Matty needs you back at the Phoenix, doesn’t she?”.
Mac simultaneously shoved his phone into his pocket and picked up your nightgown, helping you put it back on. “I’m afraid so. If I could get out of it, I would”.
Patting him on the chest, you deeply sighed. “But you can’t because you made an oath to protect the country, I get it, Mac”. Looping the string over and tying it in place, you swapped out the tiles beneath your feet for floorboards. It was clear that Mac didn’t want to go, that he rather stay and continue to satisfy your every need. Expect, he had no choice but to report for duty. Closing the front door behind him, you now had to find something else to occupy your time.
Mac came home just after 3am. You remembered because 10 minutes before you were standing by the window, hoping to see his car pull up. By the time he did came in you hadn’t fully fallen back to asleep yet. The movement of his feet, changing of his clothes to the bed sinking on one side, all altered you to the fact he was home. And as soon as Mac drifted off to sleep, the sun rose, welcoming a new day.
Your body clock was wired naturally to wake up at 6am. Turning your head, Mac was sleeping soundly. You figured since his own alarm hadn’t beeped, he had some extra sleep time. But, there was a part of you that wanted to wake him, to finish what was so rudely disrupted the day before. So you wondered your fingers across his abdomen. Biting your lip, a sense of excitement pulsed through your body as your hand ever so casually massaged his length through his sweatpants. Shortly, Mac’s eyes fluttered open. “The last time you woke me up like this was on our honeymoon, what’s the special occasion?”. He quizzed, stuttering over a few words as his length twitched under your touch.
Mac shifted his body up, making it easier for you to take a seat on his lap. “Do I need a reason to show my husband how much I love him?. I mean if your not up for it-”
Grabbing your wrists, he flipped himself to hover above. “You know I’m up for it. Besides, you have to finish what you started”.
“Oh, you mean like you did yesterday in the bathroom?”.
Mac softy breathed. “I said I was sorry. But if that’s not enough, then let me show you just how much”. Dipping his head down for a steamy kiss, things finally seemed to be running smoothly. That was until the invention of the doorbell kicked in.
“Can’t a married couple be left alone, long enough to make love”. You exhaled, throwing your head back.
“Ignore it, they’ll go away eventually”. Mac re-connected lips, however, it didn’t stop the doorbell from repeatedly ringing. Giving your husband the “you were saying” glare, he climbed out of bed.
Throwing open the door, Jack’s face appeared on the other side with Bozer right behind. “Finally, what took you guys so long”. He invited himself in, shouting that breakfast had arrived.
Stepping out into the hallway wearing leggings and a white tank top, Mac lowered his voice so only you could hear. “I’ll get rid of them, just say the word”.
“What’s the point, the mood’s already ruined”. Replying in an irritable manner.
Mac watched as you unhappily helped yourself to the breakfast spread. There had to be a solution to spending quality time with one another, and he was going to find it.
It had been a week since the two failed love making attempts. Overdrive was the mode both you and Mac were in. Work grew demanding, resulting in quick hello’s and hearing each other’s voices through the phone rather then in person. None of it was healthy. Nevertheless, it had become routine in the saddest way possible.
Removing his jacket, Mac marched in, “Where’s your phone?”.
“In the bedroom, on the dresser”. Responding, baffled at the odd question.
He walked down the hall, you not far behind. The minute you got into the room, he set the phone back in it’s original position. Telling you that enough was enough, no more interruptions. Striding over, “Tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife”. Lifting you up, he laid you across the bed. “Nice and slow”. Huskily added.
Mac kept his promise of nice and slow. Every move, he made sure to spend however long needed to ensure maximum pleasure. His lips – bit, sucked, kissed your skin. Leaving his mark all over. His tongue – licked and stroked your most sensitive areas. Not stopping until you were dripping wet. His hands – grabbed, rubbed, roamed and outlined each curve. There was no body part left unexplored.
Maneuvering your hand to fondle his hardened member, he hissed, mumbling a faint “fuck” as you let him spring free. The heat was running red hot. Positioning himself at your entrance, Mac admired every inch of your naked body laying underneath him before sliding in. He then leaned down to kiss each visible mark, from your breasts, to your neck, down to your stomach. There was no describing the intense feeling of connecting with someone you love on this level. Not only could you feel Mac physically, but also emotionally. Gasping, your nails clawed Mac’s back as he repeatedly pushed himself even deeper into you, causing a surge of electricity throughout each other’s bodies – the final climax.
Panting, you slowly sat up. “Who would of thought, we can make love without any interruptions”. Smiling over your shoulder at Mac.
He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. “I can sense the sass in your tone, my beautiful wife”. You laughed, as Mac smothered you in kisses. “We should probably turn our phones back on”.He suggested, when he saw the devices sitting pretty on the dresser, completely turned off and disconnected.
Pressing a finger to his lips. “Shh, don’t ruin the mood, Macgyver”.
His hand ran along your skin under the bed sheets, leaving in his wake a trail of goosebumps. He didn’t dare disobey his wife, not after the hellish week the two of you endured. For tonight, was strictly work free, consequences be damned.
“Mac, come on, we’re going to be late”. Calling out to your husband who was taking his sweet time in the bathroom.
He poked his head out, “Late for what?”.
“We have a date to get hot and sweaty, so move that ass of yours, Macgyver”. Pushing him back into the bathroom, while you stood beside him running a brush through your hair and tying it back into a slick ponytail.
10 minutes later
“When
you said you wanted to get hot and sweaty this isn’t what I had in
mind”. Mac scanned the room, observing newlyweds participating in
couples yoga.
“It looks like fun, the brochure said yoga is great for re-centering the mind and body. So I thought we could give it a try”.
Dragging him into the room, Mac groaned, “But we were already doing that”.
Picking two blue mats at the back, you warmed up with easy stretches to get your body ready. Mac, however, looked like a lost puppy trying to figure out the benefits of yoga in his mind. The instructor entered getting straight into the session. While majority of the couples in the room seemed to be enjoying the relaxation yoga was bringing to their bodies, Mac muttered that he rather be chasing down criminals than this as he tried to bend down to touch his toes.
“Mac, honey, there’s only 5 minutes left to go before we get a break. Will you at least be able to last that long?”. Smirking up at him, as you came up from the downward dog pose.
He didn’t miss the subtle jab within your sentence and frankly you wanted him to pick up on it. Mac moved behind you, making it look to anyone else like he was helping you maintain balance. When in actual fact he used it as an opportunity to hold onto your waist, so he could whisper real low in your ear. “Two times last night and two this morning, and it would of been three if you hadn’t dragged me to this yoga class. Judging from those statistics I can sure as hell last longer than 5 minutes”.
The instructor shouted for everyone to go for a short break, each couple either exiting the room or talking among themselves. You leaned into Mac, his arms holding you tight. “Oh, look at that, you did manage to last”. Teasing him again, knowing full well it’ll get him riled up in the best way possible.
“Our hotel room, now”. He growled, and you didn’t need to be told twice. Grabbing your water bottle, Mac placed his hand on your lower back guiding you through the hotel.
The elevator ride was the most excruciating one you’d ever been on. Sexual tension was growing and the slow tick of the numbers didn’t help matters. Finally reaching level four, the two of you walked at a fast pace down the hall. Sliding the key card opening the room, you hadn’t stepped one foot in the room before Mac skillfully pinned you against the door. “Round four”. He huskily breathed, removing your black mesh tank top.
Mac carried you bridal style towards the bed, a look of determination front and center in his blue eyes. “Does my wife want to apologize for her earlier comment?”. He asked, kissing down your exposed stomach.
“Your wife refuses to answer that question”.
“Oh, I think she will after I’m done”. Mac confidently stated, giving a whole new meaning to the term hot and sweaty.
Warning: Mature themes, sexual content, mentions of sex
Summary:You try and tempt Mac to stay in bed and play hookey from work
Many people wished for their ideal job, finding true love or winning
the lottery. You, however, wished
that for at least one morning you’d be able to wake up next to Mac, instead of always
being greeted by the cold side of his bed. And while
there wasn’t much you could do to prevent that occurring on a day to day
basis, you did find a short-term fix.
“These last few days you’ve woken up five minutes earlier and just
stared at me while I’m asleep”.Mac stirred, slowly letting his eyes
adjust to the morning sun rays.
“That’s because I always wake up to an empty bed. So, just once I wanted to wake up to my handsome boyfriend by my side instead”.
His
fingers gilded across your back every so gently underneath the only
piece of material separating you and Mac from skin to skin contact. “You’re killing me with how sexy you look right now. Messy hair from last night and wearing nothing but my
t-shirt. It’s making it very hard to get up and get ready for work”.
Shuffling closer to the point where noses where touching, you dropped your voice to a mere whisper. “That’s the idea”.
Keeping to the theme of temptation you titled your head to the side and
captured Mac’s lips. As you straddled his lap, the kiss deepened. Mac’s hands gripped your waist, his way of minimising the friction you were creating before his sweatpants became any tighter.
Breathing heavily for some air, Mac ruffled his hair, “I should really start getting ready for work”. He cheekily smacked your ass to allow him to get out of bed, but you remained where you were.
Pinning
his hands above, if Mac wanted he could easily get out of this
predicament. However, he was more turned on to see what else you had in
store then to ruin this beautiful morning he’d awoken up too. “We still have two more minutes left”.
Letting Mac’s shirt fall open, the biggest temptation of all was just
exposed to him – your body. He couldn’t resist you. And the struggle
between leaving you here looking like a breath-taking goddess while he had to
go to work, was the most unfair decision Mac ever had to make in his
entire life.
Just as Mac’s hands moved to cup your left breast, the alarm beeped. “Duty awaits, unfortunately”. Groaning at his 7:00am wake up call.
“And what about your duty here, Mr Macgyver?”. Seductively kissing his chest.
There
was no win-win outcome for Mac, that was the part he silently cursed
at. Another alarm for 7:05 went off, this time he couldn’t ignore it.
Mac gave you a short peck on the lips and slid out of bed. Not bothering to re-do the buttons, you had no place to
be today and weren’t planning to leave the comfort of the house. Laying
across the bed you gave Mac quite a view as he re-entered the room. “Why must you continue to tease me?”. He asked, grabbing his leather jacket from the floor.
“Because I enjoy teasing you”. Purposely spreading your legs further apart.
Mac bit his lip, striding over and covering your semi-naked body with the bed sheets. “It’s already hard enough to walk out that door, so no more teasing”. Pouting, you lowered your head. Mac’s index finger lifted your chin back up to face him. “Okay?”.
“Fine”. Unhappily responding. He kissed your forehead and hurried off to work.
Boredom
struck rapidly once Mac left. You filled up on breakfast, surfed
through the TV channels, did some catching up on emails and read
whatever magazine was laying around the house. And now it had come to this. Spinning pointlessly around on the
kitchen stool. Halting, an impulsive idea crawled it’s way in. Smirking to yourself, it was risky but it was also too good to pass up.
A
bundle of nerves danced around in your stomach as you wondered back into the room. Changing into the newly
brought lingerie coupled with Mac’s red plaid shirt over the top, you were
good to go. Next step, to get the perfect shot of the entire outfit.
While you did promise Mac no more teasing, the look on his face once he
opened the message was worth backpedaling on that said promise. Adding a
wink face emoji, you hit send.
Mac’s POV
Stopping
dead in my tracks at the message Y/N just sent, I quickly shoved my
phone back in my pocket before Jack or anyone else saw. Taking a few
short breaths, I visualized the photo again in my mind. The black see
through lingerie left little to the imagination. And boy, was mine
running wild with how badly I wanted to race home and make love to her
over and over again.
Jack waved his hand in my face, I gave him an annoyed look for snapping me away from my thoughts. “Sorry to interrupt what appears to be daydream heaven, but Matty is buying drinks, so you coming or what?”.
“I was actually going to go home and-”.
“Spend some quality time with that amazing women of yours. Hey, I get it man. Tell Y/N I said hi”. Jack waved goodbye and I sprinted to the car, not wanting to be away from my girl a second longer.
Normal POV
The timing couldn’t of been better, you were on your way back from the kitchen when Mac slammed the door shut, waving his phone
in the air. “No more teasing, that’s what you promised”. Backing your
body against the wall and him, Mac took your hand and made you feel his
erect member. “That’s what your photo did to me, that’s how easily you
can turn me on”.
Palming Mac through his jeans, he moaned deeply
in your ear. “I’ll be more than happy to help with your large problem. Just say the word, Mac”. His moans became hoarse as you loosened the
restrictions against him. The power he had when walking into the
room was now yours. The tables turned with one move, but you were certain
that once the two of you got into the bedroom, Mac would want control again.
Kneeling down before him, his head flew back, hands tugging on your hair
as he felt your mouth wrap around him. Picking up the pace, it only took seconds
for Mac to release his load in your mouth.
“Jump”. He
instructed. Wrapping your legs around his
waist, Mac kicked the bedroom door open. Falling onto the bed, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that was hard to miss. “I
want to see how long you last when you’re the one getting teased”. You
saw this coming, yet, you still felt so under prepared.
He took his time roaming your body,
whilst also telling you his favourite things about you. Then he slowly
discarded each piece of clothing. “How did you tease me this morning?”. He
quizzed. “Oh, that’s right, like this”. Mac pushed apart your legs, his
eyes glossing over your wet covered center. Running his fingers up your
thigh, deliberately stopping shy away from where you needed contact
the most.
Repeating the same move three or four times with his fingers and mouth, you yelled out
in exasperation. “I’ve learned my lesson, please Mac”. Not caring that you so quickly resorted to begging.
Mac chuckled, leaning in for a rough kiss that left your lips swollen. “I’ll be the one to decide when you’ve learned your lesson”.
His sentence emitted shivers to all areas of your body. And the
expression on Mac’s face confirmed that this was going to be a very long
night.
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