"I'm getting more tea, do you want more coffee while I'm up?" Mac asked. She turned to Will beside her on the couch and kissed him softly on the forehead as she got up from the couch.
"Sure" a soft smile spread over Will's face as he passed her his mug. It was Sunday morning. Newspapers were spread over the couch and each of the four televisions were showing a different news program.
Mac returned from the kitchen with two mugs. She looked pretty and vulnerable in Will's old shirt and a pair of leggings. Mac handed him his mug and settled herself back against Will on the couch.
"I can't think of a better way to spend Sunday" said Will as he brushed Mac's temple with a kiss. They sipped their coffee and tea and watched the thrust and parry of the politicians and television anchors.
"Karl Rove is positively Machiavellian, pure evil genius", Mac raved at one of the screens.
"Genius, sure, but not evil. The guy is a master political strategist", countered Will. "Anyone who could get Bush Jr. elected twice did something right".
"Are you kidding me! Thanks to Rove we had our first puppet president…with Cheney as the evil puppet master. I don't know whether it was Rove's genius or the fact Americans seemed to have pulled the covers over their heads and gone back to bed for 8 years"
Mac's face was suffused with righteous indignation. She was warming up to a full rant and her passion was contagious. Will pulled her closer and began to plant small kisses from her ear down her jaw-line to her neck. Mac's indignation was evaporating quickly.
"Let's say we go back to bed and pull the covers over our heads" murmured Will into her throat.
Mac groaned softly and turned to face Will. "I'd say that makes you a master strategist, McAvoy" she teased, leaning in to kiss him. Will slid Mac underneath him on the couch without breaking the kiss. "What happened to the bedroom and pulling the covers over our heads?" asked Mac. "Change of strategy" replied Will as he began to unbutton her shirt.