Mackenzie's exhausted after a long day at the office. With a few drinks in her system, she takes a quick shower and begins rummaging through her dresser for something comfortable. She picks up a set powder blue pajamas and tosses them in the back of the drawer. After finding a tank top and yoga pants, she puts them on and crawls into the cold bed. Mackenzie thinks about that pair of blue silk pajamas. She doesn't ever wear them, but keeps them because Will used to like them.
"I don't understand why you-" Will cut Mackenzie off as he moved on top of her.
"Shhhh. I paid for these. Enjoy it." It's a tender moment as they smiled at each other before Mackenzie ended it with a fierce kiss.
Will relished in the feel of the smooth fabric against his rough hands. The silk slid against his palms as he explored Mackenzie's body. Will adored the response elicited from her when his hands slid in between the fabric and her stomach. He took his time undoing each button as Mackenzie squirmed impatiently under his touch. She knew better than to say anything. Will took pleasure in teasing her and she would never take away from that.
Mackenzie pulls the blankets up to her chin and snuggles against the down pillow. Her head feels heavy and her eyelids start to droop. This happens every night. She works, she drinks, she thinks and dreams about Will. A few deep breathes begin to calm her thoughts as her mind wanders.
Mackenzie crawled across the bed and plopped down next to Will, preparing to cuddle. Will pretended to push her away and read the latest issue of "Guns and Ammo". It didn't interest him much, but he liked to stay updated. Ignoring her got more difficult as she pleaded with soft, brown eyes. He gave in to her incessant pouting and placed his arm around her, pulling her in tight. They didn't need anything but each other in that moment. Their lives were complete and everything felt perfect.
Mackenzie cringes, realizing that was the night Brian texted her. The night she screwed up her relationship with Will burns in her memory. It sears like the flames of an oil fire, hot, dark, and nauseating. It's painful and encroaches on ruining the friendship she desperately tries to repair. She bites her lip and recalls this morning's endeavour.
Windows flew by as she walked past. The hot coffee keeping her hands warm. Last night was rough for everyone. She managed to keep all liquids within their respective containers before placing a cup on Will's desk. He wasn't in at the moment, he didn't have to know it was her. Yet, she found herself hoping he'd notice. She hoped he'd realize she still remembers everything. She remembered how he took his coffee, how he liked her silk pajamas, how he preferred having her on top and blamed it on his knee. She recalled everything and it hurt like a numbing bittersweet tingle. Three years away from him and it did nothing to help her forget.
Mackenzie shutters at the thought. She won't go there, not tonight. She will not run away again. This night will not be another restless night of worry and guilt. She sighs and focuses on her breathing, slowly falling asleep, the image of Will laying by her side stamped in her dreams.
A/N: I appreciate all feedback. Let me know what you think. Should I try my hand at more Will/Mackenzie?