This is my 1st MMOM story. It's been rolling around in my head for a while but I never had a satisfactory conclusion [which is different than a happy ending ;) ] The piece is unbeta'd because I wanted to get it posted in May. All mistakes are mine.

No Copyright infringement is intended. I'm just having a little fun with somebody else's characters.

This is a MaDi story. If you don't like that paring skip this. There are little, tiny, Miniscule hints of LoVe but they are not the focus of this piece

~~ VM ~ VM ~ VM ~~

Mac rolled over and looked at the back of the small blonde head on the pillow next to her. Taking a moment to orient herself, she spotted a Fly Navy poster on the wall and remembered: another night of drinking with Veronica. The girls had split a bottle of wine which made it prudent for Mac not to drive home.

She was at Dick and Logan's beach house. Veronica liked to stop by when Dick was away so she could feel closer to Logan who still had about three months left on his deployment. Mac was sure Veronica could tell her the exact number of hours and minutes until the love of her life returned but Mac wasn't about to wake her sleeping friend.

Mac had come over earlier with vegan take out. Ronnie supplied the wine. It was part of Mac's mission to get Veronica to eat better. A steady diet of strong coffee, stale Danish and too much lasagna on top of too little sleep was going to send the petite private eye to an early grave if somebody didn't help her take better care of herself. With nobody else around, that task fell to Mac. Keith Mars was still on the mend, and barely able to take care of himself since being released from the rehab hospital a few weeks earlier. There was no way he had the energy to reign in his head strong daughter.

Since becoming the cyber division of Mars Investigations, Mac found herself doing many things she previously would not have thought herself capable of doing but all in all they were empowering. She now carried a Taser in her laptop bag and was taking shooting lessons at the range. Given Keith's slow progress after being rundown by the car, Veronica had taken on a much greater role, chasing bail jumpers and other unsavory characters to keep the business afloat. Given the steady demise of Neptune and its increasingly depraved character, Veronica was pressing Mac to take more care with her own safety, which to Vee and Keith entailed getting Mac qualified to carry and use a gun. Mac rarely did field work, but Keith preferred safe to sorry.

When Dick was out of town, the girls would avail themselves of the beach house. It made Veronica feel closer to Logan by sleeping in his bed. Dick was still leery about Veronica's re-entry into Logan's life because he had been the one to pick up the pieces every time she left. Dick and Mac maintained an uneasy truce. What little bonding they did was usually over video games.

After the first night, when Mac had had too much to drink, it had become routine for her to share the queen sized bed with her best friend. The couch in the living room was too small because it was really more of a love seat then a full couch. Even for small women, neither could sleep comfortably on what was little more than a chair and half. Sleeping in Dick's bed was out of the question for a variety of reasons and the floors were too hard. So that left the girls to share. It was a platonic arrangement and the queen sized mattress was certainly big enough for them both with room left over.

Creeping slowly out of the bed so as to not wake Veronica, Mac tiptoed down the hall to the main bathroom. All that wine from earlier had to go somewhere. Because she thought it was just the two of them. Mac hadn't bothered to dress. All she had on was a waist length T-shirt and a tiny pair of boy-shorts. After she finished in the lavatory, Mac headed to the kitchen for a large glass of cold water. She hoped fluid intake now would reduce the alcohol's effects in the morning to allow her to have a productive day.

Before she could open the cabinet to get a glass, a low moan startled the tiny brunette. Peering into the living room which was lit only by moonlight streaming through the large windows, Mac spied a figure sprawled out on the recliner. At first she wasn't sure what to do and really wished that her laptop bag and Taser were in the kitchen with her, not in the living room with the intruder. She thought about screaming to wake Veronica as she looked around the kitchen for a weapon. The butcher block containing the knives was behind her, so she could grab one before the intruder got to her if necessary. As Mac was weighing her tactical options, she finally noticed that the front door was now open, even though she had shut and locked it behind her when she arrived earlier. Outside she saw Dick's sports car parked behind her beloved VW bug in the driveway. Looking back toward the living room, the body in the chair did seem familiar. It had to be Dick. Apparently he came home from Baja early. She wondered what he thought when he'd found cars in his driveway. Her sense of self-preservation told her now was not the time to find out.

Intending to slip quietly back to the bedroom Mac was again startled to hear what sounded like a low moan. Rather than retreat, she moved forward worried that Dick was somehow hurt. What she found shocked her more than any bloody wound ever could.

Dick's board shorts were on the floor. He was stretched out on the chair in a t-shirt and underwear. His hand was idly massaging the growing bulge in his briefs. The moan Mac heard was one of pleasure, not pain. Even though the soft cloth, Dick was beginning to enjoy himself. Mac's mouth became dry as she continued to stare. Part of her knew she should turn away and leave Dick to his private moment, but the voyeur in her won out, especially when Dick raised his hips to peel down his last covering.

Although he often acted like an overgrown child with no manners, Mac would be lying if she claimed she had failed to notice that under all that bluster Dick had one hot body. She'd seen the six pack often enough as the man in question was never too fond of wearing a shirt. He had cut arms and tight buns. He filled out a pair of jeans quite delectably from the back and the front.

Curiosity got the better of her. Mac was mesmerized as Dick's manhood was revealed. Already more than half hard, the appendage sprung out once released from the confines of his boxer briefs. Even from here in low light, Mac could tell he was packing. She figured there had to have been something that brought all those girls back for more; it certainly wasn't his sparkling personality or quick wit. He was about 8 inches long and as thick as a baby's arm. Mac's panties began to dampen at the sight of the impressive member. It had been quite a while since she'd had sex. After losing her virginity, the girl who thought she was frozen from the waist down came to learn that she really enjoyed the carnal side of life. It was just hard to find the right playmate because she was supposed to be a "good girl" and in a town like Neptune, she certainly did not want any other reputation.

Wasting no time, Dick palmed the sensitive head and groaned happily at his own ministrations. Sliding his hand down, he gripped the shaft and began a sultry rhythm, simultaneous stroking his finger across the slit at the top of the head to spread the pre-cum around like lube. Mac began fondling one of her own breasts through the thin cotton t-short she was wearing.

Unconsciously Mac also began rubbing her thighs together trying to use the seam of her panties to relieve some of the pressure building between her legs. As Dick's sensual moans caressed her ears, Mac's own hand drifted inside her damp undies. The initial contact was electric. Her rhythm matched Dick's stroke for stroke. It was so erotic. Standing in the man's dark kitchen, rubbing herself as she spied on the man during one of his most private moments. Had her brain actually been functioning at anything but the basest level, Mac would have realized Dick's exhibitionist tendencies probably would have gotten him off even faster had he known she was watching and pleasuring herself. When his fingers sped up, so did hers.

After a few moments she heard a louder grunt. His hips rose up off the soft leather as his warm stream erupted all over his belly. She was sure that she mis-heard him when she thought he said "Cindy" as he came. His orgasm triggered hers but she bit down on her fist to avoid making a sound and alerting him to her presence. Since it had been a while since Mac had been with anybody, she came harder then she usually did when she masturbated. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she pulled her drenched hand out of her panties and took a minute to will her trembling legs to work well enough to carry her back to Veronica in Logan's room. Once back in bed, Mac concentrated on her breathing in an effort to slow her heart rate before falling into a sound sleep with a smile on her lips and a satisfied hum thrumming throughout her body.

~~ VM ~ VM ~ VM ~~

Stick around to see what happens the next morning.