Hearing the jingle of Mac’s keys, you glanced up from your thriller novel. He was dressed despite telling you he wasn’t heading into work today. “And where are you sneaking off to?”.
“I’ve got a quick errand to run”.
“It doesn’t have to do with the Phoenix does it?. Because you promised you’d take the week off”.
“It has nothing to do with work, it’s a personal errand”. Peaking your curiosity, you gave him your full attention. Mac chuckled and sat on the coffee table. “If you must know I’m going to get a hair cut”.
“What, why?”.
Mac raised an eyebrow. “Since when are you sad about that, I thought you liked me better with shorter hair?“.
“I do. But these past few days this rugged look has grown on me, it’s quite sexy”.
“Oh, is that so?”. Leaning forward, his weight supported by his hands on the couch. “And what else about me do you find sexy?”.
Pretending to ponder it over, you said. “I think that’s it”.
“It’s not good to lie, especially to a government agent”.
“Me lying, never”.
Mac matched your smile, nose to nose, he huskily whispered. “How about we try that again”. His left hand moved to your thigh, lazily drawing circles. You gulped, watching his fingers travel up at the slowest speed possible. When they reached your mouth you felt like you were in a trance, wanting nothing more them Mac’s lips on every surface of your skin. “Can you think of any now, or do I need to find other creative ways to jog your memory?”.
Catching him off guard with a sultry kiss, you wiped off the smudged lipstick mark. “I find many things sexy about you, Angus. Like these beautiful lips of yours. Or like the way you say my name and the way you protect me. The way you can manage to create anything with these amazing hands of yours. Your big heart and the way you make me laugh even when I don’t want to”. Leaning up to his ear, you softy purred. “Do you want me to keep going?”.
Pressing his body on yours, there was no mistaking how much Mac wanted you. Finding your sweet spot, you tugged on his blonde locks as he sucked lightly on the side of your neck. “What about your hair appointment?”. Stumbling over a few words as his tongue came into play.
“I’ll reschedule it. Another important appointment just came up”.
He yanked you onto his lap, smirking at the small yelp escaping your lips
“It most certainly did”. You said, palming Mac through his jeans. “And I know exactly how to handle it”.
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.
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.
andtheytoldustotellyouhello 
