A/N: Day 2: Your least favourite song - I like big butts by Sir Mix-A-Lot
This isn't really my least favourite but it's close enough to the Finnish song that I can't stand. And here is the story that got inspired by the story that actually got inspired by the Finnish song which I am saving for later :)
This isn't really a next chapter to the previous one, but you can read it as such if you like.
It was half an hour before the show and Will was in his office changing clothes. He already had his dark blue suit on, one of the suits that Mackenzie had apparently handpicked for him after coming back. He tried not to think too much that the woman that used to buy his personal clothes with him was now responsible for his work attire.
He stood in front of his mirror putting on his tie when he stopped to take a good long look at himself. Old. That was all that he saw when he studied his features. Well, not all. Bitter, miserable, unsexy… Mackenzie would never want him like this. Whoa! He tried to shake the thought from his head and went back to doing his tie. There was no need to have thoughts like that.
But yet the tie was undone. Will started pulling at his hairline, the bags under his eyes and his forehead that surprisingly wrinkled when he pulled it down. This is how Mackenzie, of course, found him when she came into his office to give him some notes.
"Will, I was…" she stopped to look at the blond man across the room who had startled and moved quickly away from the mirror. Though not quickly enough. "What are you doing?"
"Hm? What?" Will did his best to will the slight blush on his face down and was once again extremely fascinated by his tie.
"Just now. What were you doing?" She asked again, crossing her arms to her chest as she tried to stare him down.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You were checking yourself from the mirror" she said and moved closer.
"That's usually what one does with the mirror" Will said and was starting to get annoyed with the tie. For God's sake, how hard was it to do something he had done every freaking day for the past two decades.
"No. You were examining yourself. Looking for wrinkles."
"Please Mac, I'm not a girl. I don't examine my complexion from the mirror."
"Cept that you just did" Mac said and came close enough to push Will's hands away and start fixing the tie for him.
"So what if I did. I work in television, if I look bad the viewers can always change the channel" he tried to excuse himself.
"Trust me Will, no one is changing channel for the way you look" she said and smiled a little without making eye contact with him. "If anything they're tuning in."
Mackenzie examined her handiwork and then smoothed the "wrinkles" of his shirt by sliding her hands across his chest and then back to the tie again. She still remembered the feeling of that chest under her head. Though it was probably ten times as good as she remembered it.
"You still look good Billy. You can make people's knees week with just a look" she said and finally made eye contact. God, those blue eyes of his. The eyes that once showed love and adoration for her in them.
"I'm getting old" he said quietly, not able to move away from her.
"You make old look sexy" she said and for a moment he was sure that she was going to kiss him. But she didn't. And he didn't either.
She cleared her throat and moved away to take her papers that she had left to his desk when she had started to work on his tie.
"There's a problem with the graphics for the EU story so you might have to work with just the numbers" she said and went for the door.
"Okay" he said and nodded.
Mackenzie was almost out of the door when she turned to look at him once more. He caught her look from the mirror he had turned to look at once more.
"You really do look good."
"Thanks. It's the suit."
She smiled and left. He turned and walked to his desk where he stopped to think what she had said. And though it didn't matter, because why would it, the thought of her thinking he looked good, sexy even, made him smile.