Summary: Inspired by “The Middle” by Zedd ft Maren Morris. Listen here.
Side Note: Y/BF = Your best friend
How did we get into this mess? Got so aggressive. I know we meant all good intentions…
Oh baby, why don’t you just meet me in the middle?. I’m losing my mind just a little. So why don’t you just meet me in the middle?
You quickly scribbled a note to Mac telling him that you went out for Y/BF birthday dinner and that he had a plate of food in the fridge if he was hungry. Checking that everything was in order, you took one last glance in the bathroom mirror and went on your way.
Upon arrival the party was gearing up. You wished Y/BF a cheerful happy birthday handing her a bag full of gifts. The night zoomed by. Between the catching up with old friends and enjoying the carefree atmosphere, it wasn’t hard to get lost in the bliss of it all. Too lost, in fact, that you forgot all about sending a five second text to Mac to let him know everything was okay.
After Murdoc escaping prison, Mac insisted on setting a strict ground rule that both would have to follow. It was as simply as letting the other know if work or personal matters were going to run late. A quick check in that had the power to ease a lot of worry.
However, your mind completely blanked on that rule tonight. Too much liquor and fun to even give it a single thought. And so you carried on enjoying the evening while Mac was pacing up and down the house worried out of his mind.
Mac POV
I checked my phone again, clicking on Y/N’s contact to see if I’d perhaps missed the message – I didn’t.
My mind listed all of the things that could of happened to prevent her not being able to tell me she was okay – the biggest being Murdoc. Once he escaped, we talked about ensuring some sort of safety protocol, finding a compromise that worked for the both of us. I still felt like an over-protective control freak, but with Murdoc running around free and vengeful I wasn’t going to take any chances. Y/N’s safety was the number on priority and I have to protect her, and so a simple check in didn’t seem like an outrageous idea.
I left her another voicemail. This one a little more calmer then the others, even though I was feeling anything but. I sat on the couch, phone in front, tapping my foot on the floorboards staring at the device waiting for it to light up. Another 5 minutes I told myself. If nothing came by then I’d have to take the next step and I really didn’t want it to come to that.
The next 5 minutes were agony, even more so when Y/N didn’t respond. Calling Riley, I exhaled not sure if this was a good idea, but it was my only option at this point. Her voice filled the speakers asking if everything was okay.
“I’m not sure, that’s why I called. I was wondering if you could possibly track Y/N’s phone?”. I knew she’d be frowning at that idea. After all it was crossing the line of severely invading her privacy.
“Mac, I don’t-”.
“Please, Riles. She’s not answering her phone and with Murdoc out there I just need to know she’s safe”.
She wasn’t happy about me dragging her into it, nonetheless Riley agreed. Hearing the sound of laptop keys being pressed, it was only a matter of minutes before Riley had her location. “Okay, so Y/N’s currently driving north on the main road. It looks like she’s heading home”. I breathed a long sign of relief. Thanking her, she gave me one small piece of advice before hanging up. “I know you did this out of love, Mac. But, just a word of warning I don’t think Y/N is going to see it that way”. The line disconnected and deep down I knew Riley was right.
The sound of Y/N’s car down died as she cut off the engine, and I braced myself as the key twisted to open the door.
Normal POV
You stepped into the warm house, the goosebumps vanishing as the heat hit your bare skin. Things seemed pretty quiet so you assumed Mac was already in bed. Expect that wasn’t the case when you walked into the room to find him sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hey, you’re still up”. Taking off the black strappy heels and jacket, placing them in their rightfully spots. Then heading off into the bathroom to scrub and
moisturize your face.
Mac leaned on the ladder and you could feel the burning stare he was emitting. “Well, it’s hard to fall asleep when your girlfriend doesn’t let you know she’s okay”.
Apart of you knew there was a 99.9% chance Mac would bring that up. You cursed at yourself on the drive home about forgetting. Although, that wasn’t enough, because now Mac was going to add more guilt to the situation.
Rubbing the natural scented
moisturize
onto your entire face making sure it dissolved into the skin before washing your hands and turning to Mac. “Time must of just gotten away from me. It’s not a big deal”. Unzipping the dress and wiggling a little to let it fall, you switched the garment for one of Mac’s comfy shirts – tonight you choose his black sweater.
“It is a big deal, Y/N. Especially when I’m pacing around the house like a mad man, worried sick about you. I left messages and got nothing. I was so afraid that something happened that I had Riley track your goddamn phone”. He blurted, catching his breath.
“You did what?”. Asking Mac, while trying very hard to not lose it. He repeated the last part of his sentence and hearing it a second time didn’t ease any rising anger. “You had no right to do that, Mac”. Pushing past him. You didn’t know where you were going, but anywhere was better then being in the bedroom with Mac.
The kitchen seemed like the next best destination, purely because it wasn’t that far from the bedroom. Filling up a glass of water, you then immediately tipped it out. You had to keep your hands busy, so you grabbed the nearest cloth and started wiping down the bench.
Mac walked in, still reeling with no sign of cooling down. “I had every right”. He stated, jabbing his finger on the counter.
“Tracking each other’s phones, that’s not what we agreed on!”. Throwing the cloth down.
“Then follow the one rule we put in place and then I won’t have too!”. He shouted.
Gripping the counter, you let emotions take over and instantly regretted the words. “Well, maybe you should of made sure to do your job correctly then we wouldn’t need a stuipd rule!”. He stumbled back, feeling the weight of the words. It was absolutely selfish, an unfair thing to say to the man you love. “Babe, I-”.
Mac leftthe kitchen retreating back into the bedroom. That final blow you fired caused the fight to dissipate which is what you wanted, but, not at the expense of hurting Mac’s feelings.
Leaving him alone for a few minutes, you slowly went in. He had his back to the door, sitting in his desk chair, staring out onto the backyard terrace.
“Mac”. He spun the chair around. “I need you to know that I don’t blame you for Murdoc being out there”. Taking a seat on his lap, back resting against the desk and Mac’s arms holding you steady. “Or, for having Riley track my phone. And “I’m sorry for not taking the rule serious enough. I
know all you want to do is protect me”.
“I may have gone a little overboard with the phone thing. And I promise to only do that again if it’s an extreme emergency”. He admitted.
Faintly smiling, “Is this us meeting in the middle?”.
Mac touched your lips with his thumb, “I love you”. Softy speaking, his way of answering yes to your question, before inching you closer to his mouth. The kiss was delicate, but with the snap of a finger it grew into an immense yearning for one another. Mac stood from his chair holding you tightly, pushing objects from his desk and dropping you on top. Running his hand across your leg, a different type of goosebumps appearing under his touch.
Resting your forehead on his after needing to catch a breath, Mac stroked your cheek. The two of you stayed in that embrace for quite some time. Letting silence and touch speak louder than words.
Summary:Inspired by one lyric from “Cold as Stone” by Kaskade (ft. Charlotte Lawrence). Listen here.
So let me, let me out. I can’t love you anymore. Let me, let me out. I don’t love you like before
“No,
I know you don’t mean that”. He marched over to you, putting his hand
over your heart. “You love me, I know you do. I can feel it in your
heart”.
“I don’t, not anymore. I’m so sorry”. Walking away, Mac’s
fingertips fell from your grasp. You said your forced goodbye, there was no strength left to turn
around. Even if there was you couldn’t bear to see the pain you caused in his eyes.
24 Hours Earlier
“Okay, I officially need like 10 hours of solid sleep”. Laughing, the best you could as exhaustion continued to grow stronger.
Mac
chuckled, helping you get the key into the front door. “I can stay, if you want?”. He blocked you between his body and the door, glazing
down in a loving way. “Help you shower and get into a warm bed, I will even throw in
some cuddles for free, possibly even a back massage. I’ve been told I’m
quite skilled with my hands”.
You stared up at Mac, resisting the
urge to laugh again for that took energy, something that the latest mission
kicked out of you. “And I know just how skilled you are with those amazing hands of yours, but I’m just
going to fall asleep once my head hits the pillow. However, that back
massage sounds very inviting, how about a rain check?”.
He smirked, planting a light feather kiss against your lips. “Deal. I’ll see you tomorrow”.
Waving goodbye, you softy called out. “Drive safe, please”.
He turned back around, giving you a grin. “Don’t I always?”.
You
didn’t enter the house until Mac was completely out of sight. Smiling,
it quickly disappeared when you saw a shadowy figure leaning on your
balcony threshold – Murdoc.
“Oh, how I do love a fruitful love
story. You and Angus sure are an adorable couple. He’s quite a catch, you
know if you’re into that whole tall, blonde and extremely nerdy sort of thing”.
Folding your arms over your chest, you gave Mrudoc a
piercing glare. “Do you ever know how to shut up?. What are you doing in
my house?”.
He ventured further into the living room, running his
fingers over the multiple photographs situated on the mantle. “Well, I
came to give you a chance to save your precious Macgyver”.
Eyeing
the secret spot you stashed away extra weapons, Murdoc chuckled and tapped his
foot on the loose floorboard. “You won’t be needing those, Y/N. I come
in peace and I have a very interesting deal to offer you”.
“What deal?”.
He
waved his hands in the air as he explained the proposition. “Quite
simple. I promise to not go through what I have planned for dear old
Macgyver, which will most likely leave him dead, but only and only if you hurt him instead”. He sat down on the
chair, smiling at you like a happy child. “Sound fun?”.
Scoffing, you couldn’t believe the nerve of him. “You’re delusional if you think I’m going to hurt Mac”.
“Not
even to save his life?”. Murdoc responded. He stood from his seating
position and walked over to you. “I’m a reasonable man, Y/N. Well, as
reasonable as a sociopath can get. I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you
sleep on it and you can give me your final answer tomorrow”. With a blink of an eye, Murdoc vanished.
Climbing into bed
you convinced yourself it was sleep deprivation that was playing tricks
on your mind, but as the sun rose you saw a note laying on your pillow.
Tick-tock. Answer by 4:00 sharp or Macgyver pays the price – M
Rendered
speechless, you went into work with the words etched on the note. Not
being able to shake the terrible events of last night.
You saw Mac talking to Jack in the war room, he spotted you coming down the hallway. Calling out your name, you picked up the pace not wanting to face him. But, since Mac was taller it only took him a few steps to reach you.
“Hey, I called out to you, didn’t you hear me?”. He asked in a gentle manner. Avoiding his gaze, you made up some poor excuse to leave and dashed down another hallway.
“What was that about?”. Jack came up beside Mac, looking just as confused.
Mac shook his head, answering. “I don’t know”.
Shutting your office door, you’d wish you could reverse time. Back to you and Mac outside your front door or back too three nights ago where you and Mac were intertwined in his sheets. Slamming your hand, you winched in pain and opened your palm to reveal a cut from the open scissors that were laying on the desk. “Damn it!”.
“Y/N?”. Mac’s voice echoed and you spun around, hiding your injured hand behind your back.
“Mac, I didn’t hear you come in”.
He raised an eyebrow at your abrupt change in behaviour. “It shows, just like you also didn’t hear me in the hallway. What’s going on with you today?”.
“Nothing”. Sternly stating.
“It doesn’t feel like nothing. And what’s wrong with your hand?”. He quizzed, inching closer.
Heart rate increasing, you snapped back at him. “Nothing, Mac, just let it go!”. Softening your facial expression, you showed him the cut. He rushed over inspecting the injury.
Grabbing a few tissues, he wrapped them around your bleeding hand. “How did this happen?”. You explained the incident to Mac, causing him to give you a disapproving look with concern mixed in.
Once he bandaged up your hand, he gently pulled you into his chest. Feeling his touch calmed the aching pain in your heart. Having him hold you made all the irrelevant dilemmas slip away. How could you hurt him?. How could you break a man who’s only intention is to love you?. But, if you didn’t then Murdoc would and there was no telling what his plan for Mac was.
Pulling away, you quickly wiped away the tear before Mac saw. “Thank you, I really needed that”.
“I’ll give you all the hugs and kisses you need. I’m here for you, okay?”. Nodding, he kissed you on the forehead and left to go get debriefed on the next mission.
You looked at the time and there was just under an hour left until Murdoc required an answer.
Prior to leaving you walked by the war room to capture one last look of Mac before you destroyed the light in his eyes. You saw him laugh at whatever Jack mumbled and this time you didn’t stop the tear from falling. Getting yourself together, you made sure no one followed you to the side of the building. A dark black sedan was already waiting, opening the door Murdoc got out and seeing him again made you feel utterly sick.
“It’s exciting to know that Angus is in this very building, oh how I missed his face”.
Rolling your eyes, “I’ll do it”. Spiting those words out like venom.
Murdoc lit up like a Christmas tree, clapping his hands together. “I knew you’d make the right choice, Y/N. You have until midnight and don’t try any fancy agent tricks to warn him because I will find out”. He sped off and the next few hours were going to be your personal hell – hurting the one person you swore to love
Time was ticking away faster then you wanted and the ride to Mac’s place felt hollow – you felt hollow. Stepping into his bedroom, you took everything in. The bed, his desk, the photo he had of you sitting on his dresser and finally Mac himself. He was the definition of perfect, loyal, caring, sweet – the list goes on and on. He stared at you, causing everything else to slow down.
Taking two strides, you stood on your toes and kissed Mac like never before. His arms sneaked around you waist. You tried to make it last as long as you could, but the need for air outweighed your wish to hold onto him. When you faced Mac again he was smiling but that quickly faded when he saw you weren’t.
“Y/N?”. Stepping backwards, you struggled to say the words. Mac sensed your struggle and went to place his hand on yours. Stumbling back again, he didn’t understand what was happening. “Y/N?”.
“I can’t be with you, Mac”.
His mouth fell open, processing the dagger that you just stabbed in his heart. “Wait-what?”.
“I think it’s best if we break up”. Bluntly stating.
Mac refused to acknowledge any of those words. “This isn’t what you want, it can’t be”.
Taking all the neagtive emotion you were feeling towards Murdoc you aimed it at Mac to make your words more believable. “I don’t love you anymore, Mac”.
He frantically shook his head, eyes slowly filling up with tears. “No, no,
I know you don’t mean that”. He marched over to you, putting his hand
over your heart. “You love me, I know you do. I can feel it in your
heart”.
“I don’t, not anymore. I’m so sorry”. Walking away, Mac’s
fingertips fell from your grasp. You said your forced goodbye, there was no strength left to turn
around. Even if there was you couldn’t bear to see the pain you caused in his eyes.
Dropping your keys, phone and jacket on the floor, you discarded your heels and went straight for the liquor cabinet. Pouring yourself a strong hint of vodka, you felt a familiar presence behind you. Clutching the glass you threw it at Murdoc.
“Now is that anyway to treat a guest?”. He glanced down at the shattered shards of glass around his feet.
“I broke his heart so you wouldn’t hurt him. I took your deal, now get the hell out of my house”. Yelling at him, who appeared unphased by your anger.
Murdoc
wickedly smiled. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, Y/N”. He
disappeared in the shadows for what you hoped would be the last time.
Gripping your shaky hands and trying to steady your heart
beat, the room begun to spin. Shutting your eyes to calm your body, you
re-opened them and the realization of what you just did caused you to break anything that was near your vicinity – vases, photo
frames, cups. You eventually slid down onto the floor, hugging your
knees,
when there was nothing left to break.
The room grew darker and colder, mirroring how you felt on the inside – cold as stone.
Summary: You do yoga out on the terrace to purposely tease Mac, knowing that he can see you from his bedroom.
Walking out onto the backyard terrace it was a relatively warm day,
clear skies and no rain predicted
by the weather channel. You vaguely made out Mac in his bedroom, typing
away at his desk. Since your two regular work out options weren’t
available – the local gym was temporarily shut down for renovations and
the
yoga class a few doors away was booked out. You had to resort to a little
imagination to get your daily cardio.
Spreading out your purple
yoga mat, the spot was directly in Mac’s line of vision without it being
too obvious. You purposely choose to lay the mat down where you did,
because it order to get the full cardio experience Mac needed to be
involved too, he just didn’t know it yet. Clicking the yoga app to guide
you through the poses, you completed each one successfully. Next on the
list just so happened to be your favourite – the downward facing dog.
Not only did it stretch and strengthen your entire body, but, it also
was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak.
From
the minute you laid down the mat, Mac had been checking you out. The
signs weren’t hard to miss – him leaning back on his chair to “stretch”
or slyly glancing up. And in about 10 seconds he was going to walk out
onto the terrace, sporting a cheeky remark.
“And here I thought the terrace view couldn’t get much better”. Slowly stretching back up, Mac’s eyes were trailing up your exposed mid section.
Sending a flirty smile his way, you bent down to quench your thirst. In that time Mac maneuvered behind you. “Don’t think I don’t know why you choose this specific spot on the deck”. His hands landed either side of your hips, casually steering your ass into his crotch. Mac brought his lips to your ear and sultry whispered.
“You did it to be a tease”.
Even though this was your plan, Mac was the one determining how it’ll play out now. And in truth, you had no problem with that. For you knew whatever he had in mind, it’ll turn into one hell of a workout.
“Me a tease, never”. Cheekily responding, relishing in the feeling of Mac’s fingertips gliding up your arms. They started to make their way down, past your stomach and disappearing under your tights. There was nothing nearby to help steady your wobbling legs. So, Mac sneaked his other arm over your waist and held you against him, as his right hand skillfully worked to bring you to your release. Breathing out his name, Mac removed his hand, spun you swiftly around and intensely kissed you.
Fiddling with his belt, you steered Mac towards his bedroom windows. Careful to push him too hard against the glass, he watched as you knelt before him. His breath hitched in his throat when you, without warning, wrapped your warm tongue over his throbbing member. Silently cursing under his shaky breath, Mac let out the most arousing moan. You could feel Mac itching for release as you took your time sucking every inch of him. With his head titled back and fingers laced in your hair, he groaned as he felt himself lose control and let go, stuttering out your name in the process.
“I love it when I leave you speechless like that”. Smiling, placing a hand on Mac’s chest to calm down his racing heart beat.
He lifted his thumb wiping your chin to clean up the mess he’d made. Pulling you towards him, he traced the waistband of your leggings. “Now it’s my time to fuck you against this window”. You saw the wild glint beaming in his eyes – he wanted you now. Your back hit the warm glass panels, in that time Mac discarded your tights and underwear. Wrapping your legs around his waist, each others lips touched whatever exposed skin they could.
Mac slid in, giving you the same amount of warning you gave him. Smirking as he watched you bite your lip, gripping his shoulders to push him in deeper. The next few minutes waves of body rippling pleasure surged through like intense shocks of electricity, as Mac passionately fucked you against his bedroom window.
You giggled as you sat in between Mac’s legs staring at the window panel riddled with dirty hand prints. Mac kissed along your shoulder and up towards your neck, whispering. “What’s so amusing?”.
Leaning back into the safety of his embrace, “Just thinking”.
“Let me guess, you’re thinking about instead of spending money on some dingy gym or yoga class to get your daily workout in, you can just have hot, passionate sex with your very handsome boyfriend?”.
Smiling, it was impossible to not be in such a happy mood. And laying contently here with Mac after wearing each other out minutes prior was icing on the cake. Tilting your head back, Mac brought his lips down to yours. You nuzzled further into his arms. “Well, only if my handsome boyfriend can keep up”. Replying with extreme sass and a little cheeky wiggle.
Mac sucked in a breath. “That sounds like a challenge”.
Turning around, you sat on your knees and stroked his semi-hardened member. “Think you can handle it?”.
Flipping you over, Mac hovered above. “You know I can. But, can you?”. Mac spread your legs apart and lowered his head, his tongue leaving a wet trail up your thigh purposely ignoring the one place he knew you wanted him to lick. Instead, he kissed up your stomach to your lips. “We have all night and I plan to make every second count". His blue eyes lighting up when he took a minute to take in your body underneath his.
It was safe to say that Mac delivered on his promise.
Waking up, you didn’t even have to move to feel the effects of last night. Your legs felt like wobbling jelly and your muscles ached from all the positions you and Mac partook in.
“I’m sorry, I should of been a little more gentle”. Mac awoke, his voice telling you that he was just as tired as you were.
Despite your body advising against it, you leaned down to give him a good morning kiss. “Don’t apologize, I would repeat last night in a heart beat. I think it was the best sex we’ve ever had”.
Mac brought you closer to him as delicately as he could. “Do you want to know what my favourite part was?”. Nodding, he traced the visible love bites he’d left on your neck, collarbone and chest. “Hearing you say my name over and over and over again”.
You stared into Mac’s baby blue eyes. “Angus”. Seductively whispering.
“You really don’t know how much hearing you say that turns me on”. He stated, running a hand up your waist.
“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea”. Kissing him to further drive Mac crazy. He deepened the kiss, however, you retracted when the heat increased. “I would love to continue, but my body is too sore to do anymore heavy physical activity”.
He grinned, leaving the bed to enter the bathroom. Hearing the sound of water running, Mac came back and lifted you up bridal style. “How about a warm bath instead?”.
“You read my mind”.
Sliding into the tub with Mac, that morning the two of you did nothing but allowed your bodies to relax and recharge. For, the upcoming night was going to be another full cardio workout.
Summary: Based
off of the episode is Smallville where Lois and Clark fake being
engaged, then get kidnapped and Lois admits that she’s in love with
Clark. Watch the video/scene here.
Side Note:I
love Smallville so much, it’s probably one of my favourite TV Shows of
all time. So I remembered this moment between Lois and Clark, and I
wanted to do a similar version but centered around Mac x Reader.
Also thank you to @freddykrueger-clifford for sharing her opinion on the imagine and whether or not I should post it. x
“Nope, no way. It’s too dangerous man”. Jack shook his head and disagreed with the proposed plan that you and Mac put forth to the team.
Mac
had his arms crossed and gave you a quick glance, the only one who
didn’t like the plan was Jack and already stated the long list of
reasons why. “There are a million ways this plan could fall apart”, he turned to Matty. “And
I can’t believe you agreed to this, I mean come on Matty let’s just
storm the place and arrest the guy. Easy as pie and we can be off
sipping drinks at the bar right after”.
Bozer chuckled in the background and Matty shot Jack a cold hard stare.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that, Jack. This plan is our
best bet to not only catch this guy, but to also get a confession, so
we’re doing it!”.
Mac stepped forward to grab a few paperclips and started to bend them together. “If anything goes wrong you’ll be there as backup. Jack, we’re running out of time and this is the only way, you know that, man”.
Everyone turned their attention to Jack who looked fairly annoyed with the circumstances. “But why do you guys have to pretend to be engaged, that’s just weird…isn’t it?”.
You
shifted uncomfortably in the corner. Working closely with Mac, being on
stake-outs, going undercover, all those things gave you more time to
develop more than friendship feelings. Not only that, but there had been
a few moments shared that made you question if there was a chance that
the feeling was mutual.
Bozer spoke up from where he was standing, “If anyone can pretend to be engaged it’s them two, I mean they act particular married already”.
Mac nervously starched the back of his neck, “Thanks Boz, I think. So now that we have established this plan is a go, we need to get going”.
“I’m still not liking this, man”.
Jack commented while everyone followed Mac out the door, expect Riley
and Matty who were going to be surveilling the whole thing from the
Phoenix.
Walking down the street, each step made towards the
store was that much closer to having to put on your best “this is my
fiancé” act. Mac being the gentleman that he was opened the door, and a
medium sized man dressed in dark navy suit greeted the two of you.
“Hello, how may I assist the two of you today?”. He asked, perhaps a little too cheerful.
Mac’s hand slipped in yours causing a skip of the heart. He gave a light squeeze and happily smiled. “My fiance and I were looking for some wedding bands”. Oh,
how you wished this was real and not made up for some mission.
Putting
on your best game face, you moved in closer to Mac and placed a hand on
his chest. “Something simple but yet elegant”, you added.
The
man walked on over to a display case and pointed too, two beautiful
silver bands, one being the women’s which was surrounded by little
diamonds all the way around. “If you really wanted to add some
elegance to the man’s wedding band, we can have any small description
engraved, just to give it a more personal touch”.
Mac’s hand was still in yours and it felt right, like perhaps it was made just solely for you. “What do you think, sweetheart?”.
“I think they’re both beautiful, I love them”.
The
guy observed you and Mac intently as you looked at the other bands, but
untimely the two of you chose the first ones that were shown.
Exiting
the store, if the pattern was consistent and right, the guy would be
coming to kidnap two happily engaged couples, in this case that was you
and Mac.
“You’ve never called anyone sweetheart before, have you?”, turning to Mac who lightly laughed.
“Was it that obvious?”,
he replied while scoping the area for any sign of the man. The parking
lot wasn’t far and from the corner of your eye, as you were walking up
the ramp you saw Jack waiting to nail this guy.
Mac pulled
out the keys and the next thing you knew everything went black, with
Jack running as fast as he could screaming both your names.
Waking
up, you groaned and tried to move. However being tied to a chair
constricted movement and any chance of escape. Mac was sitting right
opposite you, he was already awake and mouthed that it’ll be okay.
The
guy from the jewellery store entered from a side door. From your best
guess, it was some kind of basement or an old warehouse. Around your
waist a big metal belt which connected to the ones on your wrist, they
all were leading to another big machine across the room, where the
jewellery guy was standing.
You swallowed when the realization hit that it was a lie detector.
“We know who you are, we have agents on their way. You might as well let us go”. Mac tried to negotiate.
The guy unmasked himself. “Not until I finished what I started. Now, let’s get begin”. Walking over, in his hand was a small device with two buttons on top. “Marriage
is something that shouldn’t be rushed into, so many people do and end
up not knowing who they’ve really married. So many secrets and lies are
told. Well, not if I can help it. This is a test, one that is going to
see how much you two have been hiding from one another”. He rolled over a chair and sat down beside you. “Ladies first, have you ever cheated on your
fiancé?“.
Staring at Mac, your worry levels were increasing. Taking a calm breath, you responded to his answer. “No, don’t be ridiculous”. Acting offended at his question.
The
lines on the paper started to waver and the guy sighed, in the next
second Mac screamed out in pain as his chair lit up with electricity.
He pressed the button and the electric shock stopped. “No, your lies are”. He stated harshly, kicking back the chair with his back legs and charged the electricity once more via the handle. “I’m trying to save both of you from unnecessary pain in the future”.
“Okay,
okay. It was one time but listen here, were not actually together.
We’ve never dated, so this test doesn’t mean anything”.
He ignored your confession and turned. “Next question. Do you love this man?”,
his eyes were on you and so were Mac’s. You couldn’t look at either of
them, and that prompted him to ask again with a little more force. “Do you love him?.
“It’s okay, just tell the truth, I’ll be fine”. Mac reassured.
The man marched over, inching his face closer to yours. “Do.you.love.him?”. He asked once more.
Finally looking straight at Mac with tears forming in your eyes, you shakily whispered. “Yes”.
Mac
jumped expecting an electric surge to come through, when he didn’t his
mouth gaped open and he focused his glance on you. Looking slowly away
after a few seconds, not being able to bear his expression. The man
walked on over to the lie detector and announced, “She told the truth. Now it’s your turn”, he spun around to face Mac. “Do you love this women?”.
Moving
his mouth to answer, he reconsidered and with one quick movement Mac
took the opportunity to uncuff himself from the restraints, grabbed the
guy’s hand and head butted him. Punching the guy to the ground, his only
concern was you. Rushing over he got out his trusty pocket knife and
untied the cuffs.
“Are you okay?”, he helped you up and all you manged to do was nod. Mac held onto you just as the door
burst
open and Jack stormed in with backup. They roughly took the guy away and Jack made his way over.
“You
guys did a good job, in saying that I’ll feel a whole lot better if the
two of you got checked over by a medic, there’s one outside. He clapped Mac on the back and gave you a small smile. “Come on let’s get out of here“.
While getting checked out by the paramedic, Mac joined you. Whispering a faint thank you to the medic, he left the scene.
“How you holding up?”, he gently asked.
“I’m a bit shaken, but that comes with the job”.
He took the empty seat, touching your wrist. Your eyes followed his finger as it brushed over the red marks the cuffs left. “I never meant for-”.
“It’s okay, Mac. We knew there was a possibility something like this would happen, I knew what I was getting into”. However, that was a lie. Never did you imagine some lunatic would force you to confess your love for Mac.
“About what he asked”. He paused, taking a minute to recollect his thoughts.“Was the lie detector right, do you love me?”.
Looking
down, you were transported back to that exact flashback. Mac’s surprise
expression still etched in your memory. Making sure Mac didn’t see, you
struggled but managed to display a somewhat fake smile on your face.
“I fooled him. Just before he asked the question I slipped the lie detector cable off my finger”. Your heart ached telling such a bold lie, but for now it was for the best.
“That-that was quite smart of you”. He stuttered. “I’m glad you’re okay”, he added.
“I’m glad you’re okay too, Mac”.
This
wasn’t how you were suppose to tell Mac you loved him. It wasn’t
suppose to be at the hands of someone else. And now you feared, because
of your lie, that you’d never be able to correct that mistake.
Side Note: Happy New Year!!. What’s even more better than ending a year with a Mac imagine?. Well, it’s starting a new year with one, of course!. This is most likely going to be the last smutty filled imagine for now, as the rest of the ones on my list will probably have more fluff + angst.
Last Night
“You can’t say you enjoy sleeping with me and then give that performance a 7″. Mac somewhat argued.
This whole conversation started playfully in the living room. You were sitting on his lap suggesting he take a long, hot shower as he came back from work all tense. His response was to jokingly add there were other more effective methods that’ll get him to relax. Cut an hour later and the two of you were wrapped up in the sheets, semi naked – Mac wearing only grey briefs and you his plaid shirt.
“Mac, baby, you’re the one who wanted me to honestly rate your love making skills”.
“Well, how would you feel if I rated you a 7?”, retorting back, emphasizing on the number “7″.
Climbing out of bed, you collected the dirty discarded clothes off the floor and threw them in the hamper. Looking over your shoulder, you replied. “Mac, breathe. A 7 isn’t even that bad”. Trying to do your best to reassure him.
He dismissed the effort and thew another question your way. “Have there been any other times you secretly thought sex with me was a tiny bit better than average?”.
Never did you think he’d get so worked up over what was suppose to be a silly number. Mac was one of those guys that cared about your needs in the bedroom, he always made sure to make every time enjoyable and he’d never selfishly prioritize his needs over yours. If you made him feel good, Mac would without a second thought return the favor. The number wasn’t meant to be a personal attack on his ability to love you. And if you’d known this would cause an uproar, you wouldn’t have said a thing.
“Now, you’re just being ridiculous. 6 is a bit better than the average, which is a 5. 7,8,9 and 10 are definitely higher than average”.
He glanced at you, not convinced. “I feel like you’re only saying that to make me feel better”. Mac maneuvered to your side of the bed. “Just tell me what to improve upon”.
“Okay fine, be a bit more spontaneous. I mean we always tend to make love in the bedroom, and don’t get me wrong that’s great. But once in a while a girl likes to be naughty in other places too”. Walking into the bathroom for a quick shower, Mac was left to ponder over the words he heard.
The Next Morning
Getting ready for a pre-planned breakfast with Riley at her place, you ran a brush through the curls that you spent the last 20 minutes perfecting, breaking up any lumps. They delicately draped over your shoulders, and you had to admit they looked pretty damn professional.
Mac entered the bathroom a determined expression written on his face. He marched over pulling you towards him, his lips finding your own. There was little time to register, well, anything as Mac backed you into the edge of the counter. His hand, the one resting on your behind moved away and found a new home – your lower hip.
Taking his swollen lips off your mouth they connected to the base of your neck. Intertwining fingers through his already messy bed hair, you gave in to the tingling sensation that Mac was creating as he skillfully worked the sensitive part of your neck. Adding another level of goosebumps his free hand slipped under his own shirt, the one you slept in the night before, and begun working the area he knew inside and out. Mac continued reaching all of your sweet spots until he heard a moan fall from your mouth.
“Good morning”, greeting Mac, who wore the biggest smirk on his face.
His breath ticked your skin, emitting a shiver down your spine. “Not yet it isn’t, but in a few minutes it most certainly will be”. His voice hoarse from having just woken up.
A hot minute later Mac hiked you onto the counter, pushing away anything that was in his way. You wrapped your leg around his waist, nudging him closer.
“The shirt stays on”. He commanded, only undoing the buttons that needed to be undone. The top fell open and Mac groaned. “I swear you get more beautiful everyday”. Leaving a light trail of kisses in his wake all down your chest.
Closing your eyes, the atmosphere was burning up with every action. Just when you were basking in Mac’s touch, it disappeared. You peered down, “Are you serious right now, why did you stop?”.
There was no missing his smug glance, he wore it well. Gently giving you a kiss, “Say my name”. It wasn’t what you expected him to utter, but you obliged, saying his name like you normally would. Mac shook his head, “Not like that’, his hand running up your thigh.
Lifting your chin via his index finger, those blue eyes made everything around you hotter. Trying to press your legs together, Mac’s hand kept them wide open and a twinkle formed in his eyes. “Forget saying my name for the moment, in a little while you’ll be screaming it. Just tell me what you want, Y/N”.
You gulped, extremely turned on with this assertive side of Mac. Doing your best to steady your quickened heart beat, you reached for Mac’s
briefs. “You already know what I want, Mac”.
He deeply chuckled, jerking you closer to the edge. “You want me, don’t you?”.
Breathing out, “Yes, so badly-”. Slipping a hand into his briefs, Mac hissed at your cold hands. “Just as badly as you want me, Angus”. Maintaining eye contact, watching as his eyes changed from light sky blue to dark ocean blue.
Not enough fire extinguishers was going to be able to put out this flame, the passion, the yearning for one another now had a mind of it’s own. Mac removed your hand and then the material that was giving him grief. His face showing a sign of relief as he sprung free from what was constricting him.
You titled your head back, feeling your walls clench around him. Gripping Mac’s shoulders, his arms carried you to the opposite wall holding you against the marble tiles, kissing anywhere his lips could reach. Picking up speed, you bit down near his collarbone, a throaty moan escaping once your tongue darted over the mark.
Mac huskily demanded. “Don’t close your eyes, look in the mirror”.
At this point it was hard to even think straight, let alone keeping two eyes open. You struggled at first but overcame the desire to shut your eyes. Doing as Mac instructed, never had you been more aroused.
Your view was off Mac’s backside, but that wasn’t what he wanted you to focus on, no, far from it.
“Do you see it?”. He asked, grunting in process.
Stuttering out a yes, it was your body’s reaction to Mac making love to you that he wanted you to see. He was satisfied with your response and returned back to the counter. Both of you were close to the peak. The sweat dripping off both foreheads, heavy panting and the bubbling feeling in the pit of your stomach all indicated just how close.
Mac’s last demand for you was to say his name and you didn’t need to be told twice, because it slipped out so effortlessly after Mac slid in and out one final time.
Touching foreheads, you and Mac smiled at the exact same moment.
“That was-”. Trying to find the most appropriate word to describe what just happened.
“Not a 7 that’s for sure”. Mac smirked, kissing the top of your nose.
Laughing, you leaned back against the mirror. It most certainly wasn’t a 7 and after today you weren’t ever going to question Mac’s love making skills.
Summary:Inspired by “Mutual” by Shawn Mendes. Listenhere.
Are you playing me, is this a game?. When you show up late, say love at 2 am, then tell me you can’t say. Girl, yeah, what do you want from me?
“Thank you”. Taking the large cup of coffee that you’d been waiting all morning to enjoy. Pouring one sachet of raw sugar into the heavenly liquid of limited energy, you stirred while simultaneously glancing out onto the street.
It was weird to be back in Mission City, even weirder that things hadn’t changed since you left. The coffee shop was still owned by the lovely elderly women who always gave you a free cookie with your hot chocolate when she saw you were having a rough day. The bookstore’s decor still reminded you of old fashion rustic vibes, and the park swings across the small field still had your initials etched under the seat.
Firmly pressing the lid back on, you checked what was next on the calendar. Upon doing so you nearly spilled your coffee on the man entering the cafe. “I’m so-”.
“You always were in a rush to get to places, I’m glad to see that hasn’t changed”. The man voice spoke, sounding very familiar.
You looked up and recognized Mac immediately. He wasn’t so different from the college days. His hair was somewhat a bit longer, but it suited him. “Out of all the places I thought ‘d run into you Mission City wasn’t on the list”.
“I’m only here to show a few close friends were I grew up, they wouldn’t stop bugging me about it”. He starched the back of his neck. You knowing that it would’ve took a great deal of convincing for Mac to come here again. “Are you busy right now?. I’d love to catch up”.
You should’ve said no, this wasn’t the right time to get involved with anyone. Yet, you spent the afternoon with Mac, listening to his stories from the army and him asking what you’ve been up too since the last time he saw you.
The conversation was going so well that it was only until the barista came up to inform you guys the cafe was closing that you realized how fast the day went by. Mac offered to walk you to the hotel, it resided a few blocks from here, an easy 5 minute stroll away. However, you liked tonight’s company and didn’t object his gentlemen offer.
Standing outside the room, neither knew how to say goodbye. A kiss on the cheek seemed too much and a hug seemed not enough. Mac opted for an awkward smiled, “I guess this is goodnight then”.
“I guess it is”. Unlocking the door but keeping it shut.
Mac leaned in for a hug, the awkwardness he was emitting before disappeared as he gently wrapped his arms around you. There was a slight hesitation from the both of you to pull away. Despite that, Mac broke the embrace and it was back to being nervous.
“Would you like to come in?”. You asked, opening the door a notch. “I would say for coffee but since we already had some, how about dessert?”.
“I could go for some dessert”. He replied, stepping into your hotel room. You bit your lip and hung the do not disturb sign on the door.
4 Months Later
Friends with benefits, casual “sleepovers”, fuck buddies – whatever the correct term, that’s what you and Mac were doing. Whenever you were in town, Mac’s place would be the first place you’d visit. By now you lost count how many times in the last four months you awoke with a naked Mac sleeping beside you.
Running your fingers softy through your hair to tame the strands flicking in all directions, once most of it was controlled you unbuttoned Mac’s shirt and replaced it with yesterdays clothes.
“No goodbye?”. Mac pulled the sheets up to cover his torso, his morning voice thick and husky.
“I thought it was best to let you catch up on sleep, you know since we didn’t get much last night”. Zipping up your left open toed grey boots, preparing to leave just as soon as you found the other shoe. Spotting it peaking under Mac’s jeans, he reached for it before you could. “I need my shoe to leave, Mac”.
“You’ll get it back, just have breakfast with me first”. He negotiated. While he was trying to be cute all it did was annoy you. One knee on the bed to hold your weight, you leaned forward, inches away from Mac’s lips. He was too focused on whether you were going to kiss him that he didn’t even see your right hand slide under the covers. He hissed at the unexpected contact, causing him to loosen his grip on your boot.
Your aim was to get the shoe, but you loved seeing Mac submit to your touch, so you continued to help him reach his peck. “So that’s it then?. Sleep with me, jerk me off in the morning and then leave?”.
Placing your shoe on it’s rightful foot, you sighed. “It hasn’t changed from all the other times we’ve done this”.
“Maybe I want it to change, did you ever think about that?. Being your booty call at 2 in the morning or any other time for that matter was fun when we first started, but I think it’s time we talk”. Mac stated, reaching for his top and a clean set of briefs.
“Mac, baby-”
He shut the drawer and turned to face you. “I like you,Y/N, and I thought that was pretty obvious. And I also thought this-”. He pointed to the messy bed sheets. “could be more then just sex”. You sat on the bed, facing away from Mac. He slid behind you, legs dangling either side with you sitting in between his legs. “I don’t want to be the guy you call just to sleep with anymore. I want to be the guy that can satisfy all your needs, not just the physical ones”.
At some point you knew the tables would turn, expect you didn’t think it would be this soon. Standing up, you needed Mac to understand anything more was not in the cards. “Why can’t it we just be two adults who occasional sleep together, no strings attached?. It’s been working fine for the last few months, why complicate it?”.
“Because I need to know if this is mutual before I get too attached to you. If what we’re doing can turn from meaningless sex to an actual relationship”.
“Mac-”
He cut you off by picking up your jacket and handing it to you “Please don’t call me again unless it’s to tell me you’ve changed your mind”.
Not wanting to cause Mac any more pain you quietly left. Your intention was never for it to end up like this, but then again how else was it suppose to end.
It had been just under a week since you last saw Mac, and you had to admit it was a tough pill to swallow not waking up to him most morning’s. Your brain couldn’t quite come up with an accurate conclusion as to why letting him go was tough. However, your heart could. And it was screaming for you to wake up and accept your feelings mirrored Mac’s.
So here you were, back at Mac’s place. He opened the door, giving no friendly greeting. “I owe you the truth, an explanation. Can I come in?”. Hoping that it wasn’t too late. He ultimately stepped aside and you felt the nerves rise.
The door to his bedroom was wide open, he followed your gaze and blocked the view. “So, what’s this explanation you’re here to give”.
Breathing in then out, you spilled the truth. “The first time we slept together in Mission City after seeing each
other again in years, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this casual.
But, I tried to fight it. And then hearing you say you had feelings, I
got scared and I couldn’t risk opening myself up to the hurt and pain that comes with being in a relationship”.
You could see Mac was having trouble understanding where all this was coming from by the way his eyes crinkled. “Who hurt you so badly?. Because the Y/N I knew believed that love was worth all the risks”.
“Well,
that girl got left at the altar”. Mac straightened
up, alarmed at the news you almost got married. “My ex-fiance was too
much of a coward to tell me why to my face, so he only left a note with
the words I’m sorry. Since then I’ve never let
myself get emotionally attached to anyone, instead I’d just run”. Meeting Mac’s stare.
He leaned down to delicately place a kiss on your lips. “You don’t have to run anymore”.
“Promise?”.
Mac lifted your chin, his blue eyes holding so much devotion just for you. “I promise”.
Summary: Inspired by “Champagne” by Lia Marie Johnson. Listen here.
Yes, it’s really over now. You’re so good at letting me down.
Why are you even trying to fight?. We’ve been here a million times
Throwing the napkin onto the plate, he was late – again. It didn’t come as a surprise, by now it felt like a continuous cycle. Leaving the table as is, you weren’t going to bother cleaning it all up. You wanted Mac to see the effort you placed into the anniversary dinner he promised he’d be on time too, yet, carelessly missed instead.
Sadly this wasn’t the first strike in the series of letting you down. You understood the pressure Mac’s job held, the time consuming nights that he had to endure. Yet, while you understood, there was no helping feeling selfish in wanting him all to yourself. You were sick of sharing Mac with the world. It wasn’t even a fair sharing agreement, not since the world got to see more of him then you ever did these past two years.
Throwing your shoes by the bed, you locked the door and curled up on the sheets, staring aimlessly at Mac’s desk.
As you awoke, you turned on the light to drown out the darkness that had engulfed you. Apart of you hoped that Mac used his niffy skills to pick the lock and that he’d be sleeping right beside you. But, no such luck. His side was untouched and cold.
The clock read 2am and you dragged your sore, blistered feet that the newly brought red heels gave you to the kitchen. Staring at the anniversary dinner that you spent hours preparing, you grabbed Mac’s plate and threw it onto the floor, the fragments of the plate shattered all around you. Doing the same with your plate and the glasses it made you feel better for a split second. That was until you observed the mess and an over-whelming state of emptiness replaced that satisfying feeling.
You were out on the terrace when Mac decided to come home an hour later. He called out your name, you could even hear him comment on the smashed dinnerware surrounding the floor of the living room.
“What the hell happened in there?”. He asked, nothing but concern in his voice.
You didn’t answer, not right away. You took a couple of minutes and let the breeze run across your skin as you memorized the beautiful shimmering city lights. When you finally did reply your voice held no emotion. “I threw the plates on the floor when you missed our anniversary dinner”. Tearing away from the scenery and glancing at Mac.
“Work-”. Shoving past him, you didn’t have the heart to go through the endless list of excuses that Mac always had ready. You heard plenty throughout the years and not one held much merit anymore. Trailing into the living room, Mac rushed over to grab your wrist. “We can have another dinner tonight, we can even go to that restaurant you love so much. Just please, let me make it up to you”.
Yanking it away, you angrily spat back. “Why, so you can just let me down again?”.
“Do you think I purposely set out to let the women I love down. Do you think it doesn’t kill me knowing that I’ve missed our anniversary dinner, or that we can’t properly spend time together without my damn phone going off?”. He retaliated.
“One night, Mac. One damn night and you couldn’t even keep your word when it really mattered”.
He rubbed his temple, placing his hands firmly on the kitchen counter. “I can’t abandon my job, Y/N!”.
“But you can abandon me on our anniversary!?”. Crying out, your voice cracking mid-sentence. You were tried of the same drama rearing it’s ugly head, and as you observed Mac his body language suggested he too wanted to reach some sort of conclusion. However, you’d wager his conclusion wasn’t going to align with yours. “You know what, you can clean up the mess. I’m done trying too”. It was clear that there was a double meaning woven throughout your sentence, and Mac being as smart as he was caught on to the secret message you were trying to convey.
“Oh, I get it, so this is my fault then“. He pointed to the mess
literally and figuratively scattered around the two of you. Mac removed his leather jacket, which gave him a few seconds to take a breath, to think about what to say next. Although, it didn’t matter how much time he took, no amount of pauses would stop the built up adrenaline from spilling out painful words. “I can’t believe you’re going to stand there and be so selfish”.
“Well, believe it. Because you have no idea what it’s like to wait alone each and every night for you to come back to me alive. How it feels to be put second over your god damn job”. Your voice started off calm, but it quickly grew into a deep frustration, until you shouted the last part. “So after all these years I’m allowed to be a little bit selfish here, Mac!”.
He messed up his blond locks, his temper getting the best of him, just like yours was. “And what am I allowed to be?!”
Taking a minute to think, you looked up and whispered. “Free”.
Mac’s mouth gaped open, completed stunned by your answer. Never did he think the damage had gotten this bad – bad enough for you to walk away. He moved toward you, avoiding all the broken glass. “I don’t want to be free, I want to be with you. Y/N, don’t do this”.
“I didn’t, you did”. Ignoring his pleas to talk it out further, you grabbed your bag containing a few items of clothes that you threw in days ago and let yourself out the front door. And the same time you closed it, you heard another glass shatter.
So, I’ma buy a bottle of the best champagne. I’ma raise a glass or two myself in your name. And I’ma cry if I want to, it’s my party without you.
Walking up to the clerk’s desk at your favourite hotel in the city, you politely asked if any room’s where available. The man typed away, scanning his computer. “You’re in luck, Miss. We have one suite available on the third floor. It comes too-”.
“I don’t care how much it costs, I’ll take it”. Pulling out your credit card and handing over. The man smiled, happy that it was an easy transaction. He processed to ask how many nights you planned to stay. Ironic, you hadn’t thought that far ahead, even though it was you who left the house. “Just two nights, please”. He nodded and entered all the appropriate details. You obtained the key card and the clerk cheerfully wished you a pleasant stay.
Finding room 307, you slipped the key card in and entered the lavish decorated room. Unzipping the bag, your eyes caught that dress – Mac’s favourite.
You’d worn it for his birthday. Bozer had helped you organize the house for a surprise party, while Jack was keeping Mac busy. When you went to buy more decorations the dress caught your eye in the display window. That night when Mac first laid eyes on you wearing the dress, it rendered him speechless. So much so he reminded you all throughout the evening how much he absolutely loved how it hugged every singe curve. You’d never forget that moment his eyes lit up, or how gentle he was when he took the dress off.
Letting it sit on top of the bag you went to have a shower, spending more time then necessary under the hot water, even occasionally imagining Mac’s touch on your skin. Shutting off the water before the memories became too much, you walked back into the room, a towel wrapped around your frame. Noticing the complementary bottle of champagne nesting nicely in the ice bucket, an idea sparked. Slipping on the dress and popping open the champagne, you filled the glass almost to the brim. Standing in front of the oversized window, your tears blurred the luminous glow of the city lights.
“Goodbye, Mac”. You whispered. Downing the champagne, you let the empty glass slip from your fingers and collide with the plush white rug.
Side Note: In this one just pretend Mac’s dad isn’t in charge of The Phoenix
Your family was deathly rich and with such a prestigious title came influence, power and a high social status. Being the daughter of the man who was in charge of the most secret, elite government agency had many perks. Unfortunately, the biggest downside outweighed the flashy parties and designer clothing. And it came in the form of always having to uphold a squeaky clean image. For the most part you were as sweet as could be, however, when it came to Angus Macgyver you wanted to be anything but sweet.
He’d caught your eye when you were sent to oversee how The Phoenix was progressing. Mac stood in the war room listening to a briefing wearing blue jeans and a simple black sweater, which he made look absolutely effortless. Instead of Gary restating his position of overseeing the initial checks, you got your father to give you the job. When he asked why you came up with a basic excuse, saying that you saw it as a great learning opportunity. He seemed convinced and every Thursday you’d secretly see Mac.
Contact wasn’t immediate. Obvious glances, casually nods and flirty smiles was how it begun. From there things heated up tremendously and each time it was all done under your fathers nose, which is how you wanted to keep it. For, his daughter messing around with an agent would destroy that squeaky clean image, something that your father cared about a lot more then his own daughter’s happiness and this gala proved that.
The nude lipstick you lightly re-applied matched perfectly with your beige satin dress. It flowed naturally, the silk material feeling heavenly against your bare skin. For an extra special touch you reached for the only accessory needed to make this outfit and any other outfit complete – a necklace with a small “A” hanging from the bottom.
“Now remember, darling, best behaviour”. Your mother lightly curled the last few strands of hair. The third time since getting dressed that she’d informed you to not cause any trouble this evening.
“I’ll be as sweet as an angel, mother”. Smiling, toying with the necklace.
Descending down the staircase, your father stood at the bottom talking to Tyler – your personal security detail. Searching through the crowd you couldn’t see Mac yet. But, you did notice Jack following a waiter to grab a glass of champagne, which meant Mac was here, somewhere.
“Sweetheart, you look absolutely stunning”. Kissing your cheek, your father recapped what he’d just told Tyler – that he remain by your side at all times just in case of an emergency. You sighed, hating the idea of Tyler hovering. “Now, now, it’s for your own safety”.
Your father left to mingle with colleagues and guests. You stared at Tyler who seemed nervous to be in your presences. “Now that my father is gone you can go ahead and enjoy the party”.
He shook his head. “No can do, I have strict instructions to not leave your side”.
“We’ll see about that”. Mumbling under your breath.
Striding past the crowded ballroom you gave out “hello’s” and a few kisses on the cheek to familiar faces who wanted to stop for a quick chat. Eventually, you made it to the far left side of the foyer.
“Gentlemen”. Both Mac and Jack greeted you with a kiss on the hand, the only difference was Mac’s lips lingered a fraction of a second longer on your skin. “I was wondering if you don’t mind Jack, if I could steal Mac away for a few minutes”. Jack excused himself to the bar, knowing the reason behind innocently pulling Mac privately aside. He put the pieces together fairly quickly, claiming it was due to his impeccable detective skills. However, you and Mac wagered he’d only found out accidentally by reading the text you sent to Mac while they were on a mission stake out. The next day Jack wouldn’t rest until either you or Mac confirmed the relationship was more romantic then platonic.
Turning to Tyler you advised him to stay inside, although he disobeyed that order and stubbornly refused.
“Tyler, is it?”. He nodded as Mac clapped him gently on the back. “I can assure you Y/N is going to be completely safe in my company”.
“But I -”. His face losing colour at the thought of your father discovering he’d failed to do one simple task of staying by your side.
Mac charmingly interjected, smiling at Tyler to show there was no need to panic. “Have done an adequate job so far, but, let me take over from here”.
There was no winning the battle or the chance to rebuttal as Mac placed his hand on your lower back leading you to the garden. It was aesthetic pleasing – acres and acres of greenery, flowers and marble stone embedded among shiny white pebbles creating a pathway all the way around. You followed Mac to the furthest part of the garden away from civilization.
“Hands down you’re the most beautiful person here”. He spun you in an elegant circle and you giggled, feeling like you could breath again. “And I must say whoever gave you that necklace has excellent taste”. Mac’s finger traced the letter “A”, the one he made for you out of paperclips so you’d always have him close to your heart. He then kept sliding down the exposed skin showing due to the dresses plunging neckline, you didn’t dare take your eyes away from Mac. He meet your gaze and brought his lips softly upon yours.
“The way you handled Tyler was incredibly sexy”. Sliding off his suit jacket, letting it fall on the footpath.
Mac brushed your hair to one side and attached his lips to your neck, talking in between each kiss. “When it comes to your safety I don’t trust many people with it. And I have no doubt Tyler can do his job, but his no me”.
“How much time do you think we have before people notice we’re not at the party?”. Biting your lower lip as Mac’s tongue darted across the sensitive area of skin.
“What did you have in mind?”. Mac asked, although he answered his own question when you unzipped his pants. Pushing Mac further behind the brush, you knelt down, quickly and effectively bringing Mac to a satisfying release.
The rest of the gala lacked the same excitement as in the garden. You’d remained mostly at the bar while having a clear view of Mac and Jack chatting away near the staircase. Every so often he’d catch your stare, lightly smile, then turn his attention away.
“Tyler told me Agent Macgyver relieved him of his security duty”. Your father stood beside you, whispering low. “Which is funny because he doesn’t have the authority to do that, only I do”.
“Maybe he wouldn’t of needed too if you eased up on the security. It’s a gala, father, what do you think will happen here?”. Sipping your second glass of champagne. “Beside, Mac’s more then qualified to keep me safe”.
Your father blocked your view and you had to stop from rolling your eyes at his stern glare. “He’s a fine agent, there’s no denying that. But, you’re also in the most danger with him, who knows how many enemies his team has made”. He took your glass in order to get you to give him your undivided attention. “Having a security detail is not only to keep you safe, but to also give me peace of mind. So, don’t be difficult and let Tyler do his job”.
Straightening his tie, you sweetly smiled. “As you wish, father”.
He handed you back the quarter filled glass and you set it down on the bar, exchanging the fine china for a pen. The bartender handed you the one sitting in his pocket and you scribbled on the spare napkin, discreetly slipping the note in Mac’s hand as you walked past.
Waiting by the service entrance, waiters rushed in and out barely recognizing you, which was what you were hoping for.
“I don’t think the service entrance is a good place to go for round two”. Mac smirked, leaning against the wall.
“Then how about your place?”. Suggestively raising an eyebrow. “I need you to take me away from this gala, Mac. I can’t stay to be here another second. Between my father and Tyler I’m going to go insane”.
Mac pulled you in a hug, knowing the pressure to keep up appearances was beginning to take it’s toll. “Okay, we’ll leave. Let me go tell Jack and get the keys to the car and then I promise it’ll just be you and me”.
You waited as Mac slipped back in and out of the party hopefully undetected. Lacing hands, the two of you ran to the car making the ultimate getaway from the gala.
The moment your bare feet hit the wooden floorboards everything felt lighter. Like, you could be just a girl as opposed to the daughter of the most respected and influential man of the Phoenix Foundation. Back against the white wall, you closed your eyes to take in the peace. When you re-opened them Mac was inches way from your face. “I like seeing you this happy”. His thumb caressed your cheek.
“Well, I’m with the man I-”. You paused, avoiding Mac’s blue eyes.
He lifted your chin. “You were about to say love, weren’t you?”.
“I shouldn’t of said anything, I-”
“Don’t you dare take it back, because then me saying I love you too will be extremely awkward”. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Mac carried you bridal style careful to not rip the delicate dress.
Undressing each other was slow and intimate, it felt like this was the first time you and Mac truly saw each other naked. As you stepped out of the dress Mac laid you down on the bed. There was no rush tonight. For, it wasn’t about who would reach their peak first or who would make the other scream the loudest. It was about connecting as one and feeling the love through actions instead of words.
The light glided across your skin, yet, it wasn’t the sharp sun that awoke you. It was the voices in the next room. Buttoning Mac’s shirt you saw two male figures in the kitchen. One was obvious Mac, the other turned to the sound of you stepping on a creaking floorboard – Tyler.
“Good, you’re up. Time to get dressed because I’m here to take you home”. He bluntly stated, giving Mac the cold shoulder.
“Did my father send you?”. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, stirring a teaspoon of sugar and adding a splash of milk.
“No, he still has no clue about whatever this is”. Pointing from you to Mac. “But, I will tell him if you don’t get your things and come with me”.
Mac had enough and stood in between. “How about you ask Y/N what she wants instead of making that decision for her”.
“What she wants is irrelevant considering she’s been messing around with you, Macgyver. So, unless you want to get fired or worse I suggest you convince her that breaking things off is the best idea for everyone”. Tyler re-adjusted his cuff links and jabbed Mac backwards. Mac scrunched his fist, then loosened when he felt your small hand rub his back .
“I’m not going anywhere and I’m sure as hell not breaking things off”. Invading Tyler’s personal space, you glared his way. “So, either grow a pair and tell my father or get the hell out of Mac’s house”.
“Neither will be necessary”. Your father’s voice echoed, beside him two of his own private detail and an unpleased expression plastered on his face. Tyler smugly stepped back and you stretched Mac’s shirt down embarrassed to be standing semi exposed.
“Sir, I care deeply and love-”.
Your father cut Mac off with a wave of his hand. “It’s my time to talk, Agent Macgyver”. The atmosphere’s intensity increased, too much testosterone
for one room to handle. “I’m not going to lie, when I found out my daughter was sneaking behind my back and seeing an agent I wanted to fire your ass and forbid my daughter from seeing you ever again. However, I see how happy she’s been these last few months even when she thinks I don’t notice and that to me is what’s important”.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, nor could Mac.
“I will take care of her. I promise, sir”. They shook hands to seal an understanding between two men. Shortly after your father left not wanting to intrude anymore then he’d already done, calling for Tyler to follow, who reluctantly did so.
Mac tugged on the his shirt you were wearing and passionately kissed you. “Can I convince you to stay for breakfast?. After all I’ve heard it’s suppose to be the most important meal of the day”. Huskily whispering in your ear.
“Oh, I’ll be staying for more then just breakfast, Agent Macgyver”. Giving him a sultry look, beckoning him to come closer with your finger to kiss you again.
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