Thanksgiving part one: DICK
He was freaking out more than a little bit.
He'd thrown probably every shirt he owned across the room. Everything he touched seemed to have something obscene on it.
"What are you doing?" Wallace asked from the open doorway his tone held a laugh he was holding back.
"Hey." Dick pointed at him, "you've met her parents!" He surges forward grabs Wallace by the arm and pulls him into the room.
He pulls Wallace in front of his closet.
"What the hell am I supposed to wear."
Wallace bursts out laughing, no longer able to contain himself and he can't really blame him. He's being a teenage girl about this he knows. He's never given a shit about what anyone else had thought about him. Hell he'd picked up Madison in surf shorts and a t-shirt that said Virgin Slayer on it. The only dinners he'd ever really been invited to were 09er functions, he'd pull out some James Bond tailored shit and be done with it but he couldn't show up at the Mackenzie's house in a jacket that cost more than their car.
"Man Veronica was right you're adorable." Wallace reaches out and grabs a hold of Dick's cheek like an overly friendly Aunt.
Dick uses the rough hard block of plaster that is currently his left forearm to sweep away Wallace's touch before he crosses his arms and makes a discontent noise that sounds rather a lot like a horse and he fumes as Wallace's smile widens.
"Dude why are you even here shouldn't you be having thanksgiving with your mommy." He grumbles and watches as Wallace moves toward the clothes.
"I am."
"Are you a part of The Great Mars Family Thanksgiving?" He asks watching him push through the shirts left hanging in his closet.
"Have been for a while now." Wallace tells him, "not sure if it's better or worse for Logan though. Instead of just one over protective male he's got to deal with two. And my mom." He pulls out a black polo and throws it at him.
"I hate polos." He grumbles.
"Well you don't have a lot of options I can't imagine that your vaginatarian t-shirt is going to go over well with Mr. Mac."
He loves that shirt.
Hell Mac loves that shirt. He's seen her smirk every time he's wearing it. Like she thinks she shouldn't find it funny but can't help herself.
"Dick hurry up!" Mac yells from the main floor where there's been a steady roll of chaotic static for about an hour now.
Dick freezes the shirt half on and he can hear Wallace laugh quietly but can't see him through the dark material.
"I can't do it. I can't go." Dick tells Wallace pulling the shirt all the way on, using his good arm to work the sleeve over his cast, the collar popping naturally.
"Why?" Wallace asks leaning against the wall by the closet.
"Mac's parents are going to take one look at me and know I want to fuck their daughter. Who lives in my house. And used to date my sociopathic little brother." He can't help but start pacing.
"Dude." Wallace moves quickly to him, his hands cold against his skin stop his momentum, "it'll be fine. They'll look at the way you look at her and know you want to keep her safe. It'll be fine."
"You're sure."
"Totally."
"Dick!" She yells up the stairs again and it pulls a smirk from him and goes to the hall to look down at her.
"You practising for later?" He asks with a self confident smirk that he doesn't feel all the way down. His stomach is a worthless fluttering mess and he hopes to god no one notices.
"What are you talking about?" She asks slowly and he can see her watching him move down the stairs.
"Screaming my name for when I-"
Her hands slap against his mouth and she slowly turns his head to the living room where not only are Logan and Sheriff Mars looking at him but Wallace's younger brother.
He runs his tongue along her hand and she pulls them quickly away, rubbing them against her jeans.
Dick tips an invisible hat, "Sheriff Mars, little man."
"Dick."
"We should go." Mac grabs his hand and pulls him out of the hallway towards the door.
Her hand is damp from his tongue but it burns all the same and he can't stop looking at the connection.
She just wants you for sex dude.
Super hot sex.
Rough sex.
That you could totally have in the car before you even leave for her parents place, or pull of somewhere pretty.
Biting his lip he pulls his hand from hers as they enter the garage. She looks up at him with wide confused eyes.
"Don't hold my hand."
"Why?" She asks quietly because she already knows the answer, she must. Because it doesn't mean anything to her, not like it means to him.
Oh shit.
He is an asshole.
Okay he's known that a while but he suddenly feels bad for stuff.
All those girls who held his hand and looked up at him like he was something. Holding his hand was what he wants holding her hand to be. He'd just thought of it as doing those girls a favour.
Fuck did Mac think she was doing him a favour?
He unlocks the door for her (she calls his car the Mach Five and he thinks its adorable, he used to watch speed racer all the time.). She's still looking at him waiting to explain why something she can do with ease with Veronica and Wallace and maybe even Logan is off limits with him.
He starts the car and won't look at her.
"I don't want you doing me favours or giving me pity affection Cindy." He's not sure why he calls her by her actual name. Maybe to make it sound more serious. Because he means it. If she's going to hold his hand he wants it to mean something.
He can see her out of the corner of his eye as he pulls away from the house, her mouth is open to say something but no sound comes out.
"Also I want my porn back. If we're not going to fuck then I'm going to need my porn."
She twists in her seat, her legs slide apart and the modest skirt she's wearing rides up exposing her pale skin, her hands on his thigh.
The heat of her hand just pulsates through the denim and he swallows hard. He doesn't need to turn to know what look she's giving him. All dark eyes and long lashes and wet mouth.
"You're the one that doesn't want to fuck." The word pops in her mouth and he has to focus really hard on the road. He'll never live it down if he crashes them into a tree and he's not even getting road head.
"Yeah your right." He pulls off to the shoulder and he has no idea what he's going to do but if she's going to be looking at him like that the entire time their at her parents he's going to cave and fuck her in the closet or something and he's doing so god damn well.
That's it he's punishing her, he has to, it's his right. He's been an asshole for almost twenty years its an easy place to slide back into.
He turns the car off.
He's going to make her beg for him.
"We're going to be late I have to help my mom with dinner."
He grabs a hold of her arm and pulls her to him roughly and his mouth is on hers.
Her response is immediate.
She's smiling against his skin and he knows she thinks she's won and he'll let her think that for now because she's biting and her fingers are pressing painfully against him and he loves it. He's been taking half the painkillers he's supposed to be so he can feel every bit of her.
She climbs into his lap, the skirt up pushed up around her waist. And his fingers trace patterns on her bare thighs pushing her back against the steering wheel. His hand climbs up her leg and she moans softly against his mouth in anticipation. Her fingers clawing at the edge of his polo, pushing it up trying to get at his skin, her hot hands against him. She pushes herself down into his lap her hands dropping to his belt.
He pulls away from her panting and god she's gorgeous.
A panting beautiful mess and he wants nothing more than to just give her whatever she wants. He bites the inside of his mouth to remind himself that this about the long game. This is about wanting to actually really be with her, to wake up next to her ever morning even when they hadn't had sex the night before.
This is about loving her.
Fuck.
Does he love her?
"Dick?" She whispers, his name a trembling dark little thing in her mouth as she leans back against the steering wheel looking at him with those wide dark eyes that just pull at parts of him that he shouldn't even have.
Fuck he totally does.
He loves her.
He leans forward and kisses her and it isn't rough at all, there's a need in it but its different from before, its not carnal any more. The finger tips of his broken arm move softly across her face tucking hair behind her ear. She moves against him softly and its too damn easy to pretend she loves him too.
He pulls away from her and straightens out her hair, smoothing it down.
"Dick..."
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you." He tells her softly and shifts her easily back into the passenger seat, "buckle up for safety."
A/N: I hope you guys are ready because this is the start of the four part Thanksgiving special! Don't forget to show you're love. Seriously you guys are great.