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"So..." Mac stared up at the ceiling with the kind of dogged focus only granted to those who truly didn't want to look elsewhere.
"Yeah, you should probably leave..." Dick's voice was heavy with sleep, and low, she's having a hard time remembering if it was always that low or if it was a post coital thing.
"Yeah..." She pushes herself up out of the bed. The air is cold and doing nothing to help her rapidly cooling skin.
Slipping from the bed she gathers up her clothes, putting them back on right there in front of him. She has a pretty good idea that he wasn't watching anyway. He's just laying there with his eyes closed waiting for her to leave, the sound of the door closing to signify his freedom.
She grabs her purse from the floor, pulls out her phone.
"See you around." She tells his absolutely faking it, 'sleeping' body and leaves.
She's in the kitchen making her way through the house to her car, parked at a drunken angle in the driveway, when she smells that beautiful coffee smell. She pours herself a mug of coffee, downs it and leaves it in the cup sink.
She's halfway home when she wonders who made the coffee, anything to think about other than the fact that the stories about Dick being right.
He was amazing in the sack, if a little on the selfish side. Thankfully, he seemed to get off on the sounds she made which caused him to please her in ways she had, up to that point, not realized pleased her.
It was just too bad that all the stories were true. He had kicked her out of bed as soon as he was sure that there would be no more sex.
Asshole.
It wasn't like she expected anything from him.
When she gets home she barely has time to shower and change before she has to meet Veronica and Wallace for breakfast.
"You have a good night?" Wallace waggles his eyebrows at her and Veronica is smirking.
"Oh yeah, I had a great time after my two best friends abandoned me at the bar on my birthday."
They look briefly ashamed before the looks melt into something suggestive.
"But you were getting along with that movie star so well."
"Yeah, we didn't want to cramp your style Mac-attack."
"I have it on very good authority that you left with him."
Not him. Not Rodney, the nice character actor with the sweet smile. He left early. She had left with the similarly framed Dick.
Rodney had left his tab open for her, a birthday present before he left with her phone number and a kiss.
Dick had moved in after and it may have had a lot to do with the fact that she was on the wrong side of sober, but he had kissed her like a God.
"Soooo when are you seeing him next?"
Dick? Hopefully not for a while. Not until the burn of being kicked out of the bed like some pay-by-the-hour had healed.
"What?"
"Rodney?" Wallace gushes and, God, he's just as bad as Veronica about this kind of stuff.
"Oh, he's supposed to call me this week."
They make catcalls and suggestive noises until the food comes and they, thankfully, stuff their faces.
Logan is not an uncommon sight at the office. Almost a welcome site, at least for two out of three of the office. Unless Hunter is around, he seems to like Logan.
He brings donuts.
So as far as she's concerned he's an angel.
"How are my favorite girls?" Logan is all smiles as he drops the box of donuts onto her desk.
"Busy-" Veronica grabs a donut, a kiss and with a donut laden apology runs out of the office.
Normally this is the queue for a very short conversation about nothing before Logan abandons ship.
So goes Veronica so goes his nation and what have you.
This time though, there is something a little heavier in the air as he pulls a seat up to her desk.
"How was your night?" He asks with a suggestive leer and a comical waggle of eyebrows.
She sighs, "It was fine..."
"Really? I heard it was a pretty good night?"
"What did Veronica tell you?"
He shakes his head with a growing smirk, "No no, I heard you have a good night."
She looks at him confused for a moment as the words sink in...
"Fuck... You made coffee."
"Always do. Dick can't make coffee to save his life. Its like paste or lightly colored water and never in between. Just to give you a heads up."
"I'm never going to need that information Logan."
"Going to switch to juice?"
"I'm not going to have sex with Dick again. It was a drunken alone on my birthday kind of decision. It wasn't even that good." She tells him biting into her Bismarck.
"Really? Then you missed your calling as an actress Mackenzie." He gets up from the chair taps her patronizingly on the nose and leave the office.
She throws herself into her work for the rest of the day in hopes of staving off half remembered fantasies because yeah, Dick was kind of amazing but she wasn't going to let anyone know she thought that.
As great as the night had been the feeling that struck her the most, that lingered was how cheap he had made her feel after the fact.
If they ever had sex again he would pay for that.