Prompt: Need
Mac wasn't a man to sit back and let things happen. He was smart, and he could be patient, but he also wasn't someone who feared going into the unknown, whether it was at war or at a crime scene.
Going into the unknown in a relationship, however, was a whole different story. He had no idea where to start, no idea how to deal with this need that was gnawing at him from the inside out.
He mulled it over for days, and then, one night he showed up at her apartment, banging dramatically on the door until she opened it.
Her curly hair was a mess, tumbling wildly around her face. She wore a tank top and boxers, and white ankle socks. He stared at her socks for so long that she began calling his name. He couldn't stop looking at them. They were just socks…so why the hell did they make him want feel like his head was full of cotton.
He finally looked up into her eyes, her lovely eyes that told so much about her. They were filled with knowledge, with pain, with strength. He leaned forward, his hands reaching for her. They found her hips and pulled her against him. She whimpered, a tiny, barely heard sound, before he pressed his lips against hers.
He kissed her softly, slowly, giving her time to back away. Her hands were on his forearms, then farther up, then finally wrapped around his arms. She leaned up, just a little and he pressed their bodies perfectly together.
He took the kiss a step farther, his tongue sliding along her lips patiently, waiting for her to open them and invite him in. On a moan, she did just that and their tongues wrestling for dominance as they backed their way into her apartment.
The door closed behind them and she pressed him against it, her body pressing against his.
"Need you," she whispered desperately.
"You have me," he whispered back, his mouth barely leaving hers as they finally acknowledged when they'd been trying to ignore for far too long.
They needed each other.