A/N: Hey, I'm kinda new to this fandom, at least as a writer. I've been lurking around reading MacGyver fanfics for a while.
I wanted this fic. I know it's pretty far from the canon, but I just needed this.
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The mission was unusual. Unusual because Jack wasn't with them. He was back home recovering from a nasty injury he sustained during their last mission.
It was just Mac and Riley. They were in Thailand, alone, stalking their suspect.
Their cover story was that they were a couple traveling through South-East Asia together. Well, their main suspect was doing the same thing. They were roughly in the same age range, the male suspect was 28, his fiancée was 25…
Riley was in her black bikini, stretching out next to Mac on a tanning bed. She had a virgin Mojito sitting on the table next to her. Mac had a non-alcoholic beer. Both were wishing they were off duty and could enjoy real drinks at the beautiful location they were at.
"Pretty nice gig, huh?" Riley smiled looking over at Mac.
Mac nodded, taking a sip of the cold almost-beer. "Yeah… It is…"
Riley rolled over, not hiding that she was checking out Mac's abs.
Mac flashed a shining white smile at her, then he did that little double pump thing with his pecks. Causing Riley to blush and cover her face.
"Mac…" she all but gasped.
"You started it…" Mac replied smugly, winking at Riley. "I could stop…"
Riley shook her head, "Please don't…"
"Okay." Mac smiled and tore his eyes away from Riley to look at the pair they were stalking.
Riley's eyes glued to the scar on Mac's left pectoral muscle. The scar from before she joined the team. It was faded now, but she remembered the first time she saw it. It had been about a half a year after she joined the team. Close to a year after Mac had been shot. That was already four years ago…
"Think I'm about ready for a dip…" Mac got up and stretched his back. "Coming or not?"
Riley lifted her glass up to show Mac the contents still left. "After I finish this…"
"Alright Ri…" Mac smiled and leaned over to place a soft kiss on Riley's cheek, before he stepped over to the pool and dived in.
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Her touch against his bare skin caused his heart to flutter. He lifted her in the water, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her left hand came around the back of Mac's neck, pulling his lips towards hers. The fingers on her right hand toyed with the scar on his chest.
Mac pulled away from Riley's lips, locking eyes with Riley.
She removed her hand from his scar, uncertain of whether Mac was okay about it or not.
"I'm sorry…" she breathed. Her eyes focusing on his chin.
"No…" Mac smiled, placing a quick kiss on Riley's lips. "I was wondering if we should get out of the sun soon?"
"What about them?"
"We're meeting up with them for drinks tonight, remember?"
"Yeah, I do…" Riley placed her hand over Mac's scar again, feeling more comfortable with it now that she knew it didn't bother Mac. "I just thought you were all about the mission…"
Mac chuckled, placing his hands along Riley's sides. "That's all under control, we can relax a bit."
"Then let's get inside…" Riley winked, causing Mac' heart to gallop.
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Riley straddled Mac on the bed. He deftly unhooked her bikini top as she ran her hands over Mac's body.
She was ready for this, she had had a crush on Mac since he locked her out of her handcuffs with a paperclip. She also felt the physical evidence of how ready Mac was against her.
"Rubber?" she asked in a whisper.
Mac bit his lip, his eyes falling on his duffel bag in the corner. "Got a pack over there… In my bag…"
"You want this?" Riley asked as she brought a condom back to the bed.
"You're really asking me that?" Mac huffed a laugh, surprised at Riley's question. "Of course I want to do this…"
Riley's face lit up with a smile. "Okay, just making sure…"
"And you?" Mac took the condom, but waited with peeling down his shorts. "You sure you want this too?"
Riley nodded, "Yes. Never been more sure…"
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A/N:
I know Riley will probably end up with Bozer. But I really want Mac and Riley to get together.
Anyone else want that? Or is it just me?
