A/N: Thank you for patiently waiting. I'm sorry this took so long. Here, have some smut.
Part Three
Don & Sloan
Sloan jumps into Don's arms as he kicks the door shut. She places her hands on his shoulders. Don tucks his arms under Sloan's ass and holds her against the wall for leverage. Their lips collide and there's nothing to say. The passion between them is burning with a mixture of lust and love. Her skin is soft and sweet. He tastes a hint of oregano and laughs to himself. Breathless, Sloan whispers, "What is it?"
Letting her heels hit the floor, he looks straight into her eyes, "You're fucking beautiful." Sloan takes off her shoes and flings them onto the couch. Grabbing his jacket, she places it on the table. He hikes up her dress to find purple lace. Don runs his hands over her ass and pulls her in close. Their lips press against each other, soft and warm. They feel so damn perfect together.
Will & Mackenzie
Mackenzie has never been afraid to show skin, especially in front of Will. When they arrive at her apartment, she immediately rids herself of the wine stained dress and heads to the bedroom. "Want anything? Scotch? Whiskey? I may have some rum," she calls out. Her voice starts to get muffled by the walls.
He watches her hips sway as she walks into her bedroom. He shakes his head to clear it, "Nah, I'm good." Will takes off his jacket and places it over the back of the couch. He leaves his shoes by the door. Mackenzie comes back in a deep purple robe. It complements her creamy white skin and Will can't help but stare. "You look gorgeous, Mac." He looks away. "On second thought, maybe I will have a scotch."
Don & Sloan
Sloan lifts the dress off her body and throws it somewhere near the shoes. She stares into Don's eyes and whispers, "Take me to bed." He wastes no time scooping her up and carrying her to his bedroom. Don lays her gently on the bed before crawling on top of her. Layers of clothing hit the floor as Don and Sloan roll over in the bed, lips never far from each other. Their hands explore each other's bodies with precision feeling every curve, every twitch of muscle. They've played this game time and time again. Sloan grabs Don's hips and meets them with her own as he guides himself into her. She's hot, slick, and wet. They feel wholly connected. Their skin tingles with electricity, passion burning on the edge of their senses. Don takes his time, going slow, exploring the sensations. He watches Sloan's lips part and feels her toes curl against his legs as he pushes into her. Sloan runs her nails across Don's back leaving light pink marks trailing to his hips. Don places his hand between them and lightly thumbs the nerves of Sloan's core. Her moans fill the air as her muscles tighten around him. The moonlight shines against their bodies, illuminating Don's dark features. They keep going, steady and in pace, it feels so familiar but still so intense. The pressure between them started to build as passion flooded their bodies. Sloan's back arches, her hips push forward to meet Don's, and the world becomes fuzzy as waves of pleasure rush over her. The sight before him is beautiful, but he can't hold back. His body becomes flushed with warmth as his eyes close and he pulls her close. They ride out the pleasure together, muscles twitch, breaths are short, and everything is hazy. The bed creaks as they fall with content smiles. Kisses and snuggles are shared as hearts slow down and bodies begin to relax. Sloan giggles, "This went well."
Will and Mackenzie
Will sips the scotch and plays with the condensation on the glass. The droplets run together, leaving a small puddle on the table. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and holds it up, "Do you mind if..?"
"No, go ahead." Mackenzie gets up and cracks open a window, letting in the cool midnight air. It feels cold against her warm, flushed skin causing a small shiver. The lights and sounds of the city distract her. Will stares at her, the feelings deep within him start rising to the surface. Another sip of scotch and the lighting of a cigarette help him realize what he wants…her. He saunters up behind her, blows his smoke out the window and grabs her hips, pulling her close. He wraps his arms around her shoulders. She fits against him like the missing piece of a puzzle, perfect and complete. Will pulls Mackenzie right and they start to sway. They're a little rusty, a little uncomfortable. It's been years since they've been like this, together, complete, but it feels right. She leans against him and closes her eyes, the darkness of sleep calling her away. Mackenzie yawns and Will smiles, she's so cute. It feels almost too good to be true, these two lovers spending years apart but coming back knowing almost every detail of each other. He tucks stray strands of hair behind her ear before stubbing his cigarette out in the ash tray on the counter.
His breath is hot as he whispers in her ear, "Let's get some sleep." Mackenzie hums in agreement. They head to the bedroom and pull back covers, sinking in to the mattress. Mackenzie curls up and lays her head on Will's chest. The more they change, the more they stubbornly stay the same. There's a few new wrinkles, some small scars, but Will still smells like smoke and cologne. Mackenzie's hair is still soft but a vibrant red. She runs her fingers along his chest drawing imaginary circles. Her eyelids grow heavy and her heart flutters. Will runs his hands through Mac's hair and sighs. It feels so normal to be near her, to be with her, to have her by his side. Maybe, just maybe, with a lot of work and a little compromising, they can work and feel perfect again.