will/mac
what did you expect from post break-up sex?

She could feel herself crying into Will's neck, whispering words of apology but she was sure he wasn't listening. None of the focus had been on her, she felt like a sex object, a toy but she shouldn't expect anymore.

They had worked together for two weeks, not saying anything but what was needed and they had another two weeks until her resignation was completed. They could last another ten days of broadcast but a part of her wasn't sure if she could look him in the eye for the next few broadcast.

Mackenzie wasn't even sure why he was here, it had been just over two weeks since she told him about Brian, when she sat on the edge of her coffee table and spilled it all to him. She'd been stupid enough to leave her phone on the side and when a message from Brian came through asking to meet her, she had asked Will to read the message out to her while she was getting ready for bed. 'I have champagne, wear the red underwear and I'll see you in an hour' wasn't a text message she could squirm her way out of. She hadn't seen Brian since that night, ignoring his texts and calls while telling her doorman not to let him up.

But Will had knocked on her door at one in the morning and said nothing as his lips pressed against hers and he started to rip her pyjamas. She ended up pushed against the nearest wall, her brain taking a while to catch up to the events.

"What are you…" She stopped talking when he bit down on her collarbone with some force, knowing she was going to end up with a mark but she told herself she deserved it. She deserved everything he had thrown in her face, refusing to tell stories the way she wanted him to, not listening to anything she told him through the earpiece unless it was deathly important.

She had wrapped her legs around his waist once they had gotten rid of their clothes and there were no words passed as he slipped into her. But it was the same moment that she felt the tears spring to her eyes. This was goodbye, or as much or it as she was going to get from him. After she told him about Brian, he just stared at her for five minutes, yelled and then walked out of the door.

She buried her head into his neck, her hands wrapped around his arms as he pounded her into the wall. There was nothing gentle about this, it was just fucking against the wall and no emotions except hate.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please, I'm sorry." She wasn't a big fan of apologizes; she used to believe that if you were truly sorry about something you wouldn't have done it in the first place. She kept whispering the phase over and over again, but Will seemed to be in this own world and any reaction was just to push her into the wall harder. She couldn't concentrate on getting any release out of this, she was too focused on him and hoping that he would forgive her.

Mackenzie was aware of his orgasm when his hips jerked against her body, but he was a lot quieter than he had been before. He kept her pressed into the wall for a few seconds and when he took a step away from her, she put her legs down to the group and looked up at him. She felt like she had been punished but not in a good way, she wanted to indulge in some chocolate or ice cream.

He looked like he was about to say something until her cell vibrated across the table next to them. She didn't take a move towards it but Will did and knowing her luck she knew who it was going to be.

"Why is he still calling you?"

"I don't know, I haven't spoken to him or replied to any of his messages. He's… persistent." She looked down at her feet, her brightly coloured nails suddenly seemed interesting.

"I've requested two weeks personal leave starting Monday."

"Will…"

"Don't, do not say anything to me."

"I know I deserve it, I don't deserve to be in the same room as you but I don't think you understand how sorry I am."

The fact that she was stood naked made her feel more vulnerable, she had never had an issue with nudity but right now it made her feel stripped back.

"I love you Will, and I know it's too late to say that, it shouldn't have taken Brian…"

"Don't even say his name." Mackenzie slowly nodded her head, picking a spot on the wall past him to look at because she was going to start crying if she looked at him. "Goodbye."

She stayed where she was as he walked to the door; she heard a soft clunk followed by the door opening. When he left, she looked over in the direction and she noticed the picture of them that was by the front door had been pushed down. She remembers the day it was taken, Christmas in New York and he had promised to take her ice-skating and teach her how to skate. She had fallen over several times and then asked a stranger to take a picture of them. They were both covered in snowflakes, laughing and looking like a couple desperately in love. The thing was, she had started sleeping with Brian two weeks before the picture was taken, her guilt was there but she had been so good at covering it up.

"Goodbye Will." She whispered to the picture as she picked it up and threw the frame to the floor, watching the glass shatter to the floor. She could clean it up in the morning.