Note: This was a fun chapter to write, and I hope you all enjoy it! Warning - this is definitely another Mature-Adult chapter. Oh yeah, I've noticed a lot of people use disclaimers on their work, so I guess I should too. All characters belong to Rob Thomas, the genius (not the douche bag that went solo).

Slamming the door in that smirking face felt good, but almost as soon as the echo of the slam faded, Mac whirled around and opened the door, not sure what she was expecting to see, but she giggled as she took in Dick's expression, which was a mixture of shock and confusion. In that moment, looking at the walking-sex-on-a-stick that was Dick, Mac decided she was done with analysis or over-thinking for once in her life. She was going to live in the moment and damn the consequences. He was here and she wanted him and that was enough.

"I, uh…"

"Don't talk Dick. Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, sir, I mean, mam."

Mac wound her arms around Dick's neck, tilting her head up to meet his lips as he bent down for a knee-wobbling kiss. Dick reached for Mac's hips as she leaned into him for support, wrapping her legs around his, trying to increase the amount of contact she could have with his body. Groaning at the feel of her, Dick reached down and grabbed that sweet ass, lifting her easily to his waist, as she wound her legs around his hips.

Carrying her to her kitchen counter, he set her down on it edge, spreading her legs, and lifting her left leg onto his shoulder, he leaned down to trail kisses from the inside of her knee, up to her hip.

"God, I missed this leg." Dick leaned forward to kiss collarbone, then nipped, kissed, and licked his way back down top her belly button, which had become exposed by the opening of her robe, then back to her thigh to her knee. "Thank god, you're naked under this robe. Did I tell you I loved this robe?" Dick muttered as he bent his head towards her exposed v, continuing his kisses there as he parted her outer lips. Mac shuddered and grabbed his hair, thanking her fairy godmother that Dick didn't seem to be a stranger to oral ministrations.

Gently easing his index finger into her wet opening, he pumped his finger gently, finding a pace that made Mac pant and moan as his thumb and tongue helped bring her to a moaning completion. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, Dick grabbed Mac's shoulders, bringing her blissful face back to his as he took her mouth in a kiss. Wrapping her legs around his waist and hooking her feet under his cheeks, Mac leaned forward and pulled at Dick's shirt.

"I need your skin."

Registering her request, Dick took his hands from her arms to remove his shirt, and Mac gently undid the buttons and zipper of his jeans, sliding her hand into his boxers to run her fingers along the hard length of him.

"Condom?"

"Back pocket." Dick groaned out.

Mac reached around into his pockets, feeling for the condom as Dick pushed Mac's robe to the sides of her chest and reached to cup the tight peaks. As Dick leaned in to suck on her nipple, Mack groaned, and was distracted from mission-get-the condom.

Running her free hand through his hair, Mac gasped as Dick went from one nipple to the other, leaving her shaking and panting as he flicked and licked each tip. Groaning, unable to take much more torture, Mac pulled away to lay back on her elbows, waiting as Dick slipped the condom on. Positioning himself at her center, Dick grabbed her hips to hold her steady as he thrust up into her. Mac and Dick moaned at the same time as he buried himself in her tight passage. Dick paused to let her get used to the feel of him, and looking down at her, enjoyed the sight of her expressive face as he rested in her. Just then, Mac tightened her muscles around him, and he groaned. "Mac...damn you're so tight."

Mac leaned forward again, and wrapping her legs around his waist, she wound her arms around his head and covered his lips with her own, kissing him as he found his pace. Mac could feel herself nearing another orgasm and she reached around to grab his back as his last thrust took her over the edge and she quaked around him. Blown away by her responsiveness, Dick's tempo increased as he neared his own orgasm, grinding her hips into his, and kissing and nipping at her neck-with a final thrust, he came with a cry.

As they leaned into each other, boneless, Dick's forehead resting on Mac's. The only sound that could be heard in the apartment was their heavy breathing. Just then, the buzzer sounded and they both jumped. Mac grabbed her robe together and tightened her belt, sliding down from the counter.

"I think that's my pizza." Mac gave Dick a minute to fix his pants and find his shirt, and as he slipped it over his head, she opened the door, paid the delivery guy, and brought her dinner into the kitchen. Looking away from the counter and blushing, she set the pie on the little table in the cramped dining "area."

"Do you want me to go?"

"No. I don't know. Maybe?"

"Do you want to talk, like, talk about stuff?" From the look on Dick's face, Mac could tell that was the last thing he wanted to do, and she almost took pity on him. Sighing, Mac crossed her arms, and looked steadily at Dick, who was eying her ugly linoleum floor with obvious distaste.

"First I want to eat. Then we can talk."

Dick stuck his hands in his back pockets, nodding at her, and looking away quickly, he glanced around the apartment.

"Mackie?"

"Yeah, Dick?"

"I mean this with no disrespect, but this place is really a dump."

"Thanks, Dick."