5:16am. Dick's hand was resting on her side, grazing slowly the -fucking- fabric that separated him from her waist. He knew she could feel it, he could feel the goose bumps on her arms whenever he stopped and started again. Mac's fingers were drawing circles on the sheets, she looked sheepish.

"This is wrong.." she uttered as she saw him watching her. Dick blinked, then pursed his lips. "I hope you said that because of who we are, and not because of something I'm doing." he joked, trying to lighten the mood, failing completely. She smiled faintly. "Oh, you're not doing anything wrong. I mean... It makes me a slut, right ?"

Dick shook his head fiercely. "Hey, people aren't gonna know. So they aren't gonna talk. Besides..." he kissed her nose. "Who cares what they think. Do you think you're a slut ?" She met his eyes. "No, duh." he smiled at her. "So, you're not. Anyway, you were with someone else before, so what ? Big disappointment... It was yesterday, then it's past... and you found solace with me." he pointed at himself. "Fabulous surprise."

She giggled. "You're crazy." He yawned, half-laughing. "Chicks dig that." he pulled her closer and kissed her. She felt her resistance crumble. Ok, this was wrong, probably. But this felt good and shit, she was young, right ? Mistakes are to be made.

And she wondered who was the mistake. Deep inside, she was starting to think it had been Cassidy. Even if tonight wouldn't change a thing, this was good enough to take. Even if tomorrow she was going to leave and surely be back to being Ghostworld. And she hadn't had to spend the drive home mopping and fuming and she had had a great night instead. Great hot night, with a hottie that most of girl despised and wanted to get at once. With an emphasis on the 'getting' part. That, she couldn't still believe.

Dick broke the kiss, brushing the back of his fingers on her cheek. "How about a nap ?" he said, jerking his head toward the clock, which read that it was already morning. Usually, he would have head to the beach if still or already awake at this hour, but he felt like sticking around. She nodded, expecting him to leave and get home. But when he sat and rubbed his face before asking her which side of the bed she claimed, her jaw dropped and she giggled at the question.

"Whatever... You're choice." Then she looked down at her -stupid- wrinkled dress and shook her head. She was about to mutter to herself that she couldn't sleep in that -she was already panicking at the idea of Dick seeing her in her underwear -, when he held out his shirt for her, he had taken it off while she had been thinking. She stared in disbelief, this guy could really read her. Or maybe he had a lot of experience. But she settled for the former because she didn't think virgins and shy girls like she was were usually his style. She took the shirt and he got to the bathroom.

When she got there, she took her time watching herself in the mirror, something was different. But it was impossible, she was still... you know. So what ? Why would she look different to herself ?

She shrugged it off, and let her dress slid down her body. For the first time of her life, undressing, even alone, felt sexy. The fabric dripping down her waist like water reminded her of his fingers. His hands. His lips.