This is just a little something that came to me. It's based off one of the last scenes of 1x10, when Mac and Will are in Will's office and she says "just say what you're feeling." I'm sure you all remember it. It's the scene in which Mac and Will looked like they would kiss, but, evidently, did not, much to my own personal sadness, and sadness of millions of viewers everywhere.
Just say what you're feeling.
"I..." he lets out a big sigh through his nose, not sure whether to pursue this. Not sure if the timing is right.
"Just say what you're thinking, Billy."
"I want to kiss you," and as soon as that's out there's no way anyone can stop him, and the rest tumbles from him like he's been waiting to say it for weeks. He has, come to think of it. "I want to kiss you and then I want to fuck you up against this desk, after which I'd love to unlock that drawer there and give you the ring I got for you. I want you to say yes and I want for us to get married and have kids and grandkids and get all old and shriveled and grey and I want for us to live happily ever after and spend the rest of our lives together."
He stops and looks to her for any sort of reaction, not really knowing what to expect.
"That's a damn long message, Billy, not sure my voicemail could hold all that," she replies, making him laugh.
He lets his head hang for a minute, not sure if this is her letting him down easy, so he decides to change the subject. "Who is that girl out there?" Of course his attempt is futile - what he's just said is hanging over them. Him, especially, and he's not sure whether to be embarrassed about it.
"No, no." Mac's reply is quick.
"No... what?"
"No, you do not get to just say all of that and then try and change the subject." Ah, so she had caught on to that, evidently.
"Well?" he asks, unsure of what else to say. The ball is clearly in her fucking court now, he thinks to himself.
"Well I'd love it if you'd kiss me, but maybe you could take me home for the fucking, as I don't think we want the entire newsroom to watch that, although they could probably learn a thing or two," she says with a smirk.
He follows suit, "That they could." He leans down and unlocks the drawer that holds the ring, pulling it out and holding it up. "So will you marry me?"
"Wait a second. I thought there would be kissing and fucking and then a proposal? You're not following the guidelines you've just set for yourself."
"Eh," he shrugs, "We've never been too good at conventional."
"True."
"So?"
"Of course I'll marry you, Billy," she says with a shake of her head. "But only as long as you promise lots of kissing and fucking and babies later on."
"Deal."
FIN.