The first time it happened, it was at new year's eve. What would Mac and Dick be at the same party, you're going to ask ? Well, because they're both friends with one Logan Echolls.
It happened kinda out of the blue. Dick had brought her a drink and made a joke about mistletoe, to which she had answered by another joke without thinking, and he'd smiled at her. That's when it happened. She felt something clench inside her, something stung her heart and she felt a flip flop in her tummy.
Dick just winked at her and walked away.
The time after that, it was also at a party. She was slightly drunk and was swearing inwardly that she wouldn't be ever again. Dick had caught her on her way out and spun her around, begging her to let him have a dance, although he had already half-carried, half-dragged her into the crowd again.
She nodded, pointing out the fact that she was already dancing with him, pressed against his chest, and he laughed, meeting her gaze, her heart jumped again. And by the look in his eye she was fairly certain he'd felt it.
The third time, it was on the beach. Ahh, that beach, so much history. He'd surfed here for so long, then, his little bro had dumped some dead body with Veronica's name on it here, then, later on, Dick had tried to kiss her.
They had met randomly and he had offered her ice cream. They'd talked. He'd asked her if she was ok, regarding her love life, since he'd noticed she screwed up all her relations. She'd explain sadly that maybe, she wasn't that ok. He'd simply said that he knew the feeling.
When he started saying that it was his fault that his brother had hurt her, she'd cut him. She couldn't remember how she'd gone from disagreeing to tell him how much his brother loved him.
But when he had pulled her into his arms, his chest shuddering quietly with slight sobs, and pressed his lips on her forehead, she'd felt that now familiar jolt of electricity running through her.
On her way home, she hadn't been able to decide if his imprint was cool or burning her skin.
Next time he'd kissed her, he'd aimed for the lips, and this time, she didn't push him. It had been a month that they hadn't seen each other, because of spring break and all. He'd joked about missing her, and she'd answered quietly that she'd had too.
He'd come to a stop in the middle of the quad, and searched her eyes for answers. She had trouble keeping her thought straight with him looking at her in the eyes like that. Her mouth was dry already.
But it was the look in his eyes that took her breath away. Her heart beat had soared when he'd come closer. It was the first time in month that she'd seen that spark in his eyes. Dick was alive again. In the very soul.
When his lips touched hers, she decided that they were cool, like mint, but it didn't stick. And his hands were definitely hot.
And now she was watching him sleep like a baby. It'd been month and everybody had seen their certitudes crumble. Apparently, Dick could stay with the same girl more that a night. This girl was probably special. Or maybe the story.
When he shifted and turned to her, pulling her closer in his sleep and moaned her name quietly, she smiled. Here's that feeling again.
And she came a little closer, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "Me too."
