Well I wasn't expecting to update this bad boy. Oh well.

Will groaned, rolled over and shuffled into a comfortable position and without a word went back to sleep. Mac rolled her eyes, he must not be feeling good today. She lay there for half an hour, staring at the ceiling, feeling terrible. She wondered if she make breakfast? Bacon and eggs? Or was she too sick to eat at the moment? Maybe she should just leave.

Leaving proved to be her best option, she got out of bed, located her clothes and slipped out the door. Will hadn't budged. She got in a taxi, and stared out the window. She breathed long, slow breaths, trying to ease the nausea. As soon as Mac got home she was in the shower, where she was ashamed to say she vomited, how very 16 year old girl wasted on rtds . Then pajamas, a cup of green tea and armed with a bottle of water she went to bed. Sleep came easily.

She woke up at 3.30pm. She looked at her phone. No txts, no calls, no emails. Nothing. What had she expected? A txt from Will? Maybe she did, Mackenzie just didn't know. Lying in her bed she stared at the ceiling thinking.

Did this complicate things? Of course it does. Sex isn't a magical bandaid. It doesn't fix problems. They were not a couple. Will had not forgiven her for cheating. Mac accepted that perhaps last night was not the wisest course of action, but one can't change the past. It scratched an itch. Her head hurt. She didn't really want to think about it. What will be will be. With that thought she fell back asleep again, not waking up til the next morning.

8.30am, Mac looked at her clock and was amazed at the sheer length of time she had been asleep. She never slept like this, checking her phone she saw no messages. Nothing. This was unusual. Mac took her sim card out, blew it and put it back in, still nothing. Accepting no wanted to talk her, she heard her stomach groan. She hadn't eaten since yesterday. She made a cheese and tomato toasted sandwich and turned on her laptop. Mackenzie started doing some work, she had wasted yesterday sleeping and now had to catch up, but it wasn't going to happen, sleep ins always made her lazy. Stretching she got up and went back to bed with a book, Boris Johnstons autobiography to be exact. Mac couldn't remember the last time lay in bed reading whatever she wanted. It was nice enjoying time in her apartment. She loved it, she had bought it when she first had moved to New York, it was small, in an old, character building. Her apartment had an art deco feel to it. It was clustered and funky and she loved it, but often didn't have time to be there with work. She hadn't rented it out when she went to Afghanistan, she had considered it, but decided it would be easier to leave it. Shortly after half past ten, Macs phone vibrated, it was a txt, from Will.

"Talk today?"

Replying with the affirmative and asking where suited him best, Mac smiled to herself. She had expected this. They did need to talk. Figure out where they stood, and where to from here. Personally Mac wanted to get back together. She was the first to admit it, she had cocked it up and ruined what was shaping out to be a stellar relationship. Her and Will hadn't been together that long, just over a year. But Mac knew he was the real deal, warts and all.

"I'll come round, be there in 45." A brief reply, but sure. Mac didn't expect it to be in a café or public place, Will was a celebrity first and foremost and the last thing she wanted was paparazzi pictures appearing.

"Cya then" She replied. She looked around her apartment. It was a bombsite. Clothes everywhere, handbags everywhere. Mac quickly got dressed, jeans and a linen shirt would suffice she thought, not too casual but again, not to smart. Mac decided to wear a slim cut shirt, white. She left a button undone that would normally be done, teeth were cleaned, hair was moussed. Clothes were scooped into the closet as were handbags, shoes and various other items. The apartment looked clean enough, Will knew her well enough not to expect things to be immaculate.

37 minutes after his txt she heard a knock on the door, it was Will,

"You are eight minutes early" Mac said, letting him in. Will raised an eyebrow and ignored her comment,

"How are you?" He asked casually,

"Fine, I was sick as a dog yesterday though!" Mac admitted, she wanted to not be put in a bad situation, if Will said it had been a mistake, well then she could blame the alcohol whereas on the other hand if he said the other night had not been a mistake then she could blame the alcohol on repressed feelings blahblah. Blaming the alcohol just felt like the right option in her mind.

"Me too, I…."Will paused as if to contemplate what to say next, Mac could almost see the change in thinking pattern in his mind, "Why did you leave so early yesterday morning?" He asked the question bluntly, Mac was glad to skip the bullshit and get down to the nitty gritty details,

"Honestly? Well it was a combination of things, mostly the fact that I felt like death itself was doing an irish jig in my stomach, next because I wanted to get into my pyjamas at home and sleep for ages and finally, well finally I wasn't entirely sure how'd you react. Leaving was the best option."

Will closed his eyes, furrowed his brows, He inhaled, "Did you think last night was a mistake?"

Fuck, Mac didn't want to be in this position. She would have rather heard his position on the situation first, she inwardly cursed for not taking control of the conversation. Oh well.

"Of course I didn't Billy."

Will was expressionless. He was waiting on an explanation, Mac was getting annoyed,

"Oh for fucks sake. You know full well why I didn't regret it you goose. You know that I damn well have loved you for a very long time, so of course, please forgive me for not regretting fucking the man I love, even if it was blind drunk…now could you please give me a sign, any sign? Was it right? Was it wrong? Do you forgive me? Because you are fucking with my head currently."

Will, still stood there, the only change in expression he made was a slight raise of an eyebrow and a twitch at the corner of his lip. Mac moved a bit closer, and her voice softened a bit,

"I need you to stop fucking with my head Will. You know how I feel, please…" Mac didn't really feel like she needed to complete the sentence, he knew damn well what she wanted. She stood there, staring at Will, she guessed for around 30 seconds. Then he moved, wrapped his arms around her, chin rested on her head.

"I love you too." Mac stiffened, she had heard him right. Will said nothing else, he just moved his hands slightly up and down her back.

Then she laughed, and laughed, she laughed at the situation and she laughed in excitement for what was to come. It was a deep, fruity laugh. As laughing is contagious, Will began to laugh also. They stood there laughing like fools, tears streaming down her face, ribs aching. Will grabbed her shoulders, and turned her round to face the inside of her apartment. He walked her into the bedroom as they had done so many times before, and lay her down on her bed.

He flopped down beside her, they lay there. Both immersed in their own thoughts. She snuggled up next to him, she didn't know what to say. Mac was amazed and didn't want to ruin anything by a heart to heart discussion. Right here in this moment, everything was perfect. They lay there, on her bed. In silence and the two of them dropped off to sleep.

Mac woke up a while later, she was being spooned by Will and she could feel something hard pressing against her bottom. She grinned wickedly. She rolled over and faced Will, and softly but her hand between his legs. Wills eyes opened, looked at Mac, then looked down and grinned. She kissed him, clothes came off until they both lay in their underwear on the bed. Will was rubbing her chest, breasts and stomach softly and he stared at her scar.

It wasn't a big scar, six inches in length. But it was puffy. Obviously had been infected, it was pink and almost looked like if pulled it tight it would explode. Will looked at her,

"Does it hurt?"

"I don't touch it, it feels weird and used to tingle a lot." Mac said, "I was a bit silly during the healing time and didn't rest, so it never healed nicely. Oh and I probably shouldn't have taken the stitches out myself…and then realized two weeks later that I left some in. Scars are cool right?"

Will rolled his eyes, "Take care of yourself okay?"

"Oh like you can talk. We are as bad as each other Billy." She kissed him, and they continued to have fun with each other. She took her bra off, and he fondled her, she winced. Still chaffed from the night before last. Will offered no apology. His tongue explored places it hadn't been for many years, as did her mouth. Both of them liked decent foreplay.

Will looked at her, "Do we need a condom?"

This was a question Mac had thought about when she had played out scenarios in her head, "Yes. Will I'm 42. I'm no spring chicken, I don't want to take any risks and I don't particularly want children. I enjoy my life as it is." She was also aware Will was pro-life and didn't want to deal with that particular kettle of fish. Mac had chosen a career, it wasn't for every woman, but it was for her. Maybe if she hadn't cheated on Will in the first place, and they had done the meet, get together, get married, have children routine, however now they were older and their relationship had changed.

Will nodded and rubbered up,

They had sex and it was great. It was familiar, it wasn't a teenage thrust-fest but was exactly how it should have been, it was slow and steady, but most of all it was with this man, her man. They were sober and there wasn't tension. It was just Will and Mac.

As her and Will lay on the bed in the come downs of their previous activities Mackenzie McHale had never been happier.

Okay. I'm fairly sure I won't write more. I want to leave it on an ambiguous happy ending. In my head they are together 5ever. Between uni and polo everything is way too busy for writing these

Have a jolly time.