Weak November sun streamed in through the floor to ceiling windows in Will's apartment. Talking heads on the televisions in his living room were all desperately trying to cloak last night's election in a new light. America had spent two years and billions of dollars and still the fracture in Washington had not even begun to heal.
It was hard to be optimistic about the case for political change over the next four years but Will had a grin on his face that belied the grim prognosis. Some things, like the divide at the heart of American politics had not changed, but others things, arguably more important things, like the divide in his heart had changed dramatically! The divide had been obliterated in the time it had taken him to admit to himself that Mackenzie Morgan McHale owned him.
Now this morning he sat on the couch in his apartment with Mac nestled against him watching other newsmen try to spin something new out of last year's wool. She was wearing one of his dress shirts and nothing more.
Will was trying to follow the news programs. Later today they'd be trying to pull something new and fresh out of the election results for NewsNight. But right now Mac was running her impossibly long legs over his. The sensation sent a hum of electricity through his entire body. He murmured appreciatively and Mac turned her face into his neck and sighed contentedly.
"God, you are beautiful" he said bringing his hand up to stroke her hair.
"Just yesterday you told me I looked like I was grown somewhere dark and damp" she teased, nipping gently at his neck.
"Well, I am just looking at your legs" he said. She nipped his neck again. "Ow! I take that back. Must be the shirt" he replied, raising an eyebrow.
There was something about the sight of her in his shirt that went straight to his heart…and his groin!
"Seriously, Mac, I don't think you've ever looked more beautiful. I'm not sure how because I know you didn't get much sleep last night." A racy smile played across his face.
"I'm happy. Will" she said simply. She reached up and kissed him.
"I'm happy too!" he answered. They grinned like fools at one another.
"Happiness is very sexy" said Mac, leaning in to kiss him more passionately this time.
Will groaned into her parted lips and began to undo the buttons on her shirt.
Her hand batted playfully at his. "Will, we've got to get to work. Charlie will be wondering where we are."
"I imagine that Charlie knows exactly where we are and exactly what we're doing" Will said smirking at her.
Her protests dissolved against his lips when he reached inside her shirt. The Genoa suit, the election and Charlie Skinner could wait!
Eventually the siren call of the news would bring them back to earth but right now all Mac could think about was getting her skin next to his.