Hey, thanks for reading! First newsroom fic :) I saw on tumblr someone wanted will/mac anger/comfort sex after the end of episode 10. This isn't sex, nor is angry, and I wrote it 10 minutes ago despite the fact I have no idea how Will reacts as 1x10 won't air for another week and a half in the UK but hey, here I go :) I don't own Newsroom!
"Come home with me."
His voice is soft and it's more of a statement than a question, like he already knows her answer. She's not quite sure what to say to this nor what to expect, and she's certainly not sure what this means for them, but the look on his face clouds any doubt and she finds herself saying yes.
They exit the building and Lonnie hails a taxi, and she finds herself sandwiched between the two men as Lonnie gives Will's address to the driver. They sit in silence until they reach his, and MacKenzie finds herself slightly unnerved as Will stares out the window in some kind of daze, and she passes the time fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
The ride up to his apartment in slow, she can feel the butterflies in her stomach grow in numbers just thinking about the possibilities of what may unfold. Eventually the elevator pings and she steps out quickly and moves to perch on the back of the sofa, almost waiting for instructions from Will, after all, she's here on his invitation.
He takes his time approaching her and she begins to feel dizzy with anticipation. He strokes her check, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, his head moves towards hers until he places the gentlest of kisses upon her lips, and she realises all he really needs right now is her. He pulls away only to place firmer kiss on her lips, his hands finds their way to her hips. She takes this as a signal to deepen the kiss and does so, their lips moving lazily against each other, savouring, re-familiarising themselves with one another. He tastes like cigarettes and whatever alcohol he's consumed during the day, it's different to the last time the kissed, perhaps another brand, and she can't help but love it, almost as much as she loves him.
Her need for air trumps her desire for the moment to never end and she finds herself scared of his rejection, that he'll change his mind and ask her to leave. She cups his face with both hands, running her thumbs over his cheekbones and all fear vanishes as she looks him in the eye, recognising a look she hasn't seen for a long time.
He takes her by the hand and leads her down the hallway, stoping outside his bedroom door, taking the chance to kiss her again long and slow, savouring the tenderness between them.
It's her turn to lead him further into the room, stopping befor she reaches the bed. She presses short, firm kisses against his lips and slips his top button through the hole.
"I love you." she murmurs against his lips, unable to stop herself and he stiffens under her touch. They both know she means it yet he makes no attempt to reply, but the look in his eye tells her all she needs to see. He kisses her again long and hard and slow, all he needs right now is her affection to help heal his wounds, and both of them know he has it whole heartedly.
I'm not sure about the ending, nor am I sure if this is particularly good, nor if it'll require revision, but reviews would be greatly appreciated!