While Will didn't ever want to stop feeling her hands run through his hair, he pulled back from the kiss and pressed his nose to hers momentarily.
Her eyes crinkled with her smile and she tossed his words back to him: "Thank God."
He laughed softly and pressed one more quick kiss to her mouth before inching back from her, the reality of their surroundings returning.
Mac held the lapels of his jacket, refusing to allow him to back up any further. She put on a serious face:
"Well do it properly then, Billy," she intoned as only she could.
Will chuckled again and took her left hand, sliding the ring on with ease. Silent for a moment, they stared at the diamond. Mackenzie's hands shot to Will's lapels again.
"I can't believe I have to let you walk away and go back on the air in 4 minutes."
"Do you think they would notice if we just snuck out?"
"Will."
"Alright, probably a bad idea. Well at least I didn't do this on a 30 second commercial break. As Director of Morale, I need a lot more time to do this—"
Meeting her mouth again, drinking her in, Will sighed as she ended the kiss biting his lower lip. Memories of what it used to be like, and relief that he had secured this as his future, made his shoulders sag as he leaned her into the wall again to press against her.
Mac took hold of his chin, eager to get this in before the rest of the world encroached:
"I love you. I love you so much. And you own me just as much as I own you, buddy."
With a smirk, Will's hand slid down to grasp hers, thumb running over the ring on her hand.
"What do you say we go let the kids know, Dulcinea?"
She gripped his hand tightly and pulled him toward the door.