Author: Sara
Pairing/Character: Dick/Mac
Word Count: 1345
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She wasn't really sure what she was doing when she pulled into the Casablancas' drive, but part of her knew that she needed this.
Spoilers: Spoilers through 2x22
Warnings: None
Mac finds herself spending more and more time with Dick as the summer progresses.
Most days they don't leave the couch, watching DVDs or playing video games. They've seen every movie Dick owns, most more than once. Mac's resorted to bringing her own movies over. Their collections have merged into one huge pile of cases next to the television that Dick has a tendency to knock over whenever he gets up to pay for their take out delivery.
They both know that Cassidy had a huge collection of kung-fu movies stashed under his bed, but they haven't spoken about that.
It's June and neither of them has gone upstairs yet.
"We don't talk," Mac states, watching Enid and Rebecca shop for dishes on the television screen.
"We talk," Dick replies, finishing off his beer and attempting to make a pyramid of cans on the coffee table that sits in front of them.
"No, we don't," Mac insisted, watching as the cans go crashing down and several roll under the sofa.
"What do you call this?" Dick insisted, finally turning to face her.
"Avoiding the subject," Mac answered. She spends almost every waking hour with Dick and she can't help but feel like they should have talked about that night by now. She still hadn't cried and he hadn't even said Cassidy's name yet.
That couldn't be healthy.
"Dude, we're totally missing the movie," he said, turning his attention back to the screen.
"Dick, we've seen this movie like a zillion times. Even with your attention span I'm sure you remember how it ends," Mac joked. "Besides, this is an indie flick. Why do you even like it? Nothing gets blown up"
"I thought you liked it," he replied, his eyes focused on the television and Mac decides to give up and watch the movie.
"Besides," Dick says several minutes later, "Enid's totally hot."
Mac can feel herself smiling at that.
The second week of June, Mac's mother tells her how she's so proud of her and how well she's been dealing with everything.
"You're moving on with your life, that takes a strong person," her mother insists over breakfast. Mac leaves without saying anything.
She wonders if her mother would still feel this way if she knew her daughter was spending all her time in her dead, mass murdering boyfriend's house with his older brother as her only company.
"We should go out," Mac muses, staring out the window.
"Always knew you wanted me," Dick replied, and Mac shoves him away when he leans in closer to her.
"That's not what I meant and you know it," she laughs. "Look, it's beautiful outside. When was the last time you even stepped outside of this house?"
"Does stepping outside the front door to pay the delivery man this afternoon count?" Dick enquires.
"No," Mac informs and Dick shrugs. "You can't even remember? You used to live at the beach."
"And now I kick your ass at video games on a daily basis," Dick replies.
"Ok, I totally win 90 of the time!" Mac objects. "But that's not the point."
"I have video games, porn and take out. What else do I need?" Dick asked.
"To socialize," Mac answered.
"I have you," he answers, handing her a controller and turning on the Xbox. "Rematch time."
"We should hit up the mall tomorrow and get some new movies. Those are all getting stall," Dick suggests as Mac grabs her purse to go home for the night. "Plus, I would be outside like you've been nagging me about."
"I can't come over tomorrow," Mac tells Dick she slips on her sandals and she watches the smile on Dick's face fade. "I mean, I promised Veronica I would spend the afternoon with her. I haven't really seen her since…"
"It's cool," Dick insists, turning to head back to the sofa.
"It's only one day," she reassures him before walking out the door.
It dawns on her on the drive home just how much of her life revolves around Dick Casablancas.
It scares her a little.
"So, who is he?" Veronica inquires, staring across the table at Mac. The two had decided to start off their day with lunch at a local coffee shop before going shopping for dorm room supplies.
"What?" Mac asks as she takes a sip of her espresso.
"You're new boyfriend," Veronica smirks, causing Mac to choke.
"Boyfriend?" Mac repeats, a little loudly drawing the attention of the surrounding table. She was starting to agree that the whole socializing aspect of their lives was overrated.
"Look, you're mother told me that you're never at home anymore. And you never have time for me anymore. Which, just so you know, hurts, but I get it. You deserve to be happy. I just wanna know which computer suave guy stole your heart," Veronica explains, laughing at the shocked look on Mac's face.
"There's no...I mean, I'm not dating anyone," Mac insists, looking down at the table.
"You don't have to lie to me," Veronica insists.
"I'm not! There's no secret boyfriend," Mac persists.
"Your lips say no, but you're eyes say yes. But I'll drop it 'til you're ready to talk about it," Veronica says.
Mac's not really sure what that means, but gets a nervous feeling in the pit of stomach that doesn't go away for the rest of the day.
"We bought 20 new DVDs yesterday. Shiny, new DVDs that are still in their plastic wrappers," Mac informs Dick as she returns from the kitchen, carrying two beers and a bowl of popcorn. "Why can't we watch one of those?"
"Because I want to watch Ghost World," Dick tells her, grabbing the movie from the top of the pile.
"Again?" Mac moans, setting the beers and popcorn on the end table and joining him by the TV. She picks up one of the new movies they had just purchased. "Look, Underworld: Evolution. It even has a hot chick in it for you."
"Nope," Dick smirks, holding the DVD out of Mac's reach as she tries to grab it from him.
"Give it to me!" Mac laughs, as Dick tries to run away. She jumps over the coffee table and tackles him into the couch. They're both laughing, as Dick struggles to keep the movie away from Mac.
They're faces are inches apart when they suddenly realize that their struggle has resulted in Mac straddling Dick and she can feel his breathe on her lips.
"Mac," Dick whispers, before gently pulling her down to kiss him. Mac gasps as his lips brush against hers and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past her lips. His hands are stroking her back softly as she runs her's through his tousled hair. She's getting lost in his taste when she feels him pressing against her through his jeans.
Mac lets out a whimper as he presses up against her and, the next thing she knows, he's rolled them over and he's looming over her on the sofa. His kisses trail down her neck and she feels his hand slide up under the thin cotton shirt she was wearing. He cups her breast and begins to work her shirt up with his other hand.
Mac wishes that she had worn cuter underwear than the simple white bra she had put on that morning.
The realization that Dick Casablancas was about to see her underwear shot Mac back to reality and she pushed him off her. Her action seemed to bring him back to.
They both sit there, staring at the blank television screen for several minutes without speaking. Mac's heart is pounding in her chest and her head is swimming. Suddenly she's off the couch and running out the front door to her car.
She doesn't talk to Dick for three days before she finally receives a text message from him that reads: 'Fine, we'll watch Underworld: Evolution next time you come over.'
She waits two more days before taking him up on his offer.