Mac woke up to find Dick's arms around her, both of them still undressed. She carefully tried to sneak underneath him without waking him, and had almost made it out of his reach when she felt herself being pulled back on the bed by two strong arms. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

She smiled and turned to face him. "I thought I might do us both a favor and go brush my teeth."

"No way, if I have morning breath you gotta have it too." With that he kissed her. She laughed and rolled back over so they were spooning again, and Dick began lightly kissing her shoulders and back, clearly in the mood for a morning repeat of last night's activities. Mac closed her eyes at the memory. Dick's hand had now traced its way down her stomach and over her ass, reaching between her legs from behind. He was thrilled to find she was already wet.

"Oh my, someone woke up happy to see me. I better take care of that," he said with a grin, reaching behind him for another condom. He slid into her easily, and reached down to pull her top leg up over his while kicking the sheet down to give him an amazing view of her body. He rubbed her breasts and smiled as he watched her begin to push on top of him lazily. Still kissing her shoulders, he reached down to rub her clit while she moaned, feeling her wetness rush past the condom and onto him as she came. He quickly followed, thrusting deeply into her as he emptied himself again. They lay quietly for a moment before he slipped out of the bed to discard the condom. He returned and pulled her in close to him, kissing the top of her head.

"Dick, we need to talk about this." Of course they did, but he had been hoping to delay it, mostly with sex.

"Sure," he responded. "But you want to eat something first? Any chance you like sausage for breakfast?" He gave her a huge smile.

"Maybe tomorrow," she said rolling her eyes. He took that as a good sign. So he might still be in her bed tomorrow? And she might be doing more new things to drive him crazy? "What I really need right now is coffee. I totally can't figure all this out sans caffeine"

"Well let's get you some coffee then. That is one thing in the kitchen I actually know how to work. Anything special I should use?"

"Shit." He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I forgot, I'm totally out. I've been drinking the crap they keep at the Mars office. I meant to pick some up yesterday." She looked more miserable than he had seen her in the past few hours.

"No big. I need to get my car anyway. I'll grab a cab and pick some up on the way back." Dick stood and began throwing on some clothes.

"Noooo. I don't want you to leave," she smiled up at him. He felt his stomach turn over. He had been sure she was going to tell him that she had been drunk, or upset, or some other reason that their night of passion could be only that – a single night. Now it seemed like maybe she wanted more. Mac felt a little embarrassed as he stared down at her, not speaking. "Ok, fine. Yes please go get me some coffee, that would be amazing."

"As you wish," he said with a playful grin. Girls always seemed to like that line. He grabbed his phone to order the cab and threw on the rest of his clothes, having to search for some of them in her living room. "I'll be back soon," he told her, "Don't you dare get dressed!"


Mac was still lying in bed. Once Dick was gone, the reality of what had happened started to hit her. This was Dick. But try as she might, she couldn't really feel the emotions she knew she was supposed to feel – horror, disgust, revulsion. Instead she found herself smiling, thinking of something funny he had said or imagining his arms around her. She knew they needed to talk, and she also knew she would probably have to do the heavy lifting in that area. Did she really want to be Dick's girlfriend? She definitely did NOT want to have to explain that to Veronica.

Still… after last night she couldn't imagine just being friends anymore. He had definitely insinuated that this was something he had wanted to do for a while, and she doubted seriously she could even hear him talk without thinking of the other amazing things he could do with his tongue. To her. Maybe they could put off the talking for a little longer once he got back.

Speaking of, it had been at least 45 minutes and the trip really shouldn't have taken more than thirty. Maybe the Hut was busy, or there had been traffic. She tried not to let anything worse cross her mind. She thought about calling him but that seemed particularly needy at this juncture, especially considering they hadn't really defined anything yet. So she opted for distraction instead and decided to call Veronica to make sure she was doing well, and to also possibly subtly suggest she stay at Logan's for the remainder of the day even though they had talked about grabbing lunch.

"Good morning Mac Attack! What is up with my favorite girl?" Veronica's chipper voice came over the line.

"Mmmm, clearly you have already had the coffee I so desperately seek." Her response was somewhat less enthused.

"Forget to pick some up again? No worries, I can grab some and head over if you want."

"No, no don't worry about it. In fact, you should probably stay over at Logan's, I think I might be getting a cold or something," she said, forcing a fake sniffle and trying to sound miserable, something surprisingly hard for her to do right then.

"Oh, ok then, well then I –shit. What? Dude, watch it." Mac felt her stomach drop as she heard a recognizable grumble in the background.

"Sorry Mac," Veronica's voice returned a few moments later, "Dick just came stumbling in and tripped all over my stuff, I think he's still drunk or something. Do you know what happened to him last night after we left?... Mac?"

"Sorry no, I umm, I'm feeling sick again you should really stay there bye." The words came out in a rush and she hurried to hang up the phone before she fell victim to an onslaught of tears. Mac wasn't a crier really, although recently she had seen more tears when drinking with Dick.

Shit, was that some sort of harbinger? She couldn't believe Dick would have just left her like that, played her and then snuck out under cover of coffee. Who the hell does that? It's not like she had made some big plans to marry him, they hadn't even talked. She found it hard to believe he had been lying about everything he said, but then she had heard the evidence on the phone. Clearly he wasn't coming back and he had no plans to let her know the how or why of it. Fuck coffee, she went straight for the wine.


She had just finished crying again, for the last time she swore, about nine hours later when the text came through.

Sorry.

The screen cracked when she threw the phone against the wall, but she couldn't care less.