Afternoon nap: MAC


She pauses at the door to the house. Veronica and Logan are still at school which means that she'll be alone...with Dick for at least an hour. Something she's not sure she can handle with the ridiculous amount of tension between them.

Tension between her and Dick isn't really a new thing, everything between them had been was stained with Cassidy...until now. This tension seemed to have nothing at all to do with the younger Casablancas, and everything to do with what Dick kept in his pants.

Taking a shaking breath she enters the house.

Everything is silent.

Dick quiet? Impossible, he has to be out somewhere. She's noticed that he can't be anywhere quiet, when she's come home to him alone, he always has either music or the television on, trying to fill up the house with the noise of people.

It's a little sad really but she tries not to think about the possible reasons that he needs the noise and just relaxes into the fact that she's got the house all to herself because being alone with Dick is hell.

It's just not the kind of hell she always assumed it would be. She climbs the stairs towards her bedroom and thinks about the strange kind of hell Dick has become, all pretty and strong and gentle fingers, sex sounds through the wall and too long glances across rooms.

It had been a couple weeks since her date with Cameron and the sight of his fingers sliding along the silk of her underwear rushes blood places she doesn't want it to rush. She had sent him into a choking blushing mess and she was oddly proud of herself but she couldn't tell anyone about it. The idea of letting Veronica in on the secret sexual one-up-men-ship she had going on with Dick was just not a viable option, and Logan kept giving her those looks like he knew what was going on that she absolutely hated and she absolutely refused to let him think he was right.

Her bedroom door is open slightly and she finds it odd, she always closes her door, a habit she's had since her brother had started to walk. She pushes the door open further half expecting some knife wielding maniac to be in there. It's the kind of stuff she imagines is bound to happen at some point now that she lives with Veronica and Logan but there is no maniac knife wielding or otherwise.

Just Dick.

He's laying on her bed, just flopped over the bed on his back napping in the sun like a god damn cat. On top of the covers his head by the foot of her bed and Christ he looks comfortable, like he belongs there.

Her entire body freezes for a moment, everything in her tightens and twists because he's drowning in the sun and looks frakking fantastic, his hair like sunshine and she moves towards the bed...she has every right after all it's her bed. She climbs onto the bed and swings her leg over his body keeping herself off his body. The heat is just coming off him in waves and it feels better than she wants to admit even to herself.

Biting her lip she reaches out slowly to his hair, she's wanted to know what his hair has felt like since he sat in front of her in seventh grade Spanish. She had convinced herself that it would be rough with all the salt water, that it'd be horribly disappointing so when her fingers finally touch it eight years later she lets out a breath she hadn't known she was holding because it's made of silk. It's like some goblin spun his hair out of sunshine and gold and magic and that is just not fair at all because he's rich and good looking and has magical hair? Where was the justice and his skin it's frakking flawless and her fingers are hovering above the soft looking skin at his neck.

"What are you doing?" Logan's voice is soft and she jumps slightly and realises just how ridiculous this must look, her straddling an unconscious Dick.

"This isn't what it looks like." She tells him, climbing off of Dick and standing next to her bed, "I was just going to smother him." She tells him and knows Logan thinks she's full of crap, he can probably hear her heart thumping from the doorway.

"With air? You were doing a great job."

"Shut up." She hisses and pushes past him into the hall.

"What's going on Mac?"

"I just came home and he's napping on my bed like a stupid cat." She tells him firmly pointing at her open door, "What am I supposed to do?"

"One option would have been to wake him up?" He offers and she hates him a little bit because she didn't even think of waking him up to yell at him, her mind went on vacation and her body on autopilot. Logan is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face, like he's winning some sort of game.

She turns away from him sharply and goes directly into Dick's bedroom.

Logan follows her and watches from the door as she kicks off her shoes and tosses her sweater across the room.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to have a nap, see how much he likes it." She grumbles and climbs onto his bed. Which is soft and warm and feels really kind of great.

"I'm pretty sure I know how he'll like it." Logan counters but leaves the room shaking his head, she can hear him retreat to the safety of the main floor.

It's unbelievably easy to get comfortable on Dick's bed, all the bedding smells like the ocean and boy soap and that weird smell he has that she's positive is all pheromones. She settles into the middle of the bed, her arms wrapped around his pillow and just falls into the best sleep she's had in a while.