San Francisco
He's starting to wonder why he even bothers with this foreign investor crap.
no good business man ever uses his own money.
Yeah sure but foreign investors are such a pain in the ass. He's always so hungover the next morning. He swears they won't put up a single dollar until he gets on that god damn karaoke stage.
At least the hotel restaurant is quiet and dimly light. like they knew just how much pain he was in.
He orders coffee, black.
Everything is that terrible empty quiet that he hates, but he'll let it slide because the coffee is good and he is in pain.
tap tap tap tap tap tap
Someone somewhere in the restaurant is typing like their life depends on it and he desperately wishes for the terrible quiet to return because every tap is slamming into his brain.
Gritting his teeth he searches the room for the horrible human being that would do such a terrible thing.
A women by the far window, a brunette typing furiously at a laptop a cup of coffee getting cold and a half eaten muffin behind her laptop forgotten.
Yeah she isn't going to stop any time soon and the sound is slamming into him like unforgiving waves and he is not for it.
He pushes himself up from the table and stalks over to her.
"I will pay you a thousand dollars to stop making that horrible noise." he tells her pulling out his wallet.
The woman laughs cruelly, "no. I was here first." she looks up at him and he drops his wallet.
"Mac?"
He thinks he's going vomit. it might be the hangover but he's pretty sure it isn't. He hasn't seen her in years and he'd been totally fine with that. Living with Logan and working and surfing and the occasional girlfriend. He didn't need this, he didn't want this. Not yet.
"Dick..." her voice is a scared whisper and it's horribly obvious that neither of them is prepared for this, for a chance meeting to just come along and slam right into them. He's chest feels tight, "umm did you want to sit down?" she asks shutting her laptop.
He bends down to pick up his wallet and sits down across from her.
He's not ready.
He's not ready for her.
He needed at least five more years, to make his own money, to buy his own house, to not want to vomit every time he saw kids at little league, to be properly mended.
He looks at her fingers, bare and he lets out a little sigh positive that he wouldn't be able to handle it if she'd gotten married.
"What are you doing in San Francisco?" she asks and it pulls his attention up to her face, her hair's shorter now and he can see diamonds sparkling in her ears.
holy fuck are those.
yeah.
he's sure those are the earrings he gave her.
"Foreign investors." he tells her simply taking her coffee and lifting it to his mouth. It's not as cold as he expected, lukewarm and desperately black and exactly what he needs. She just smirks at him as he drains her cup.
"You have to get them drunk to go in on your business model?"
"Well it certainly helps."
god her voice just fucking hurts, he hadn't realised how much he just missed her being in the fucking room before.
"So you've been in San Francisco all this time?"
less than five hours away.
she'd been less than five hours away for this long?
this whole time?
fuck he'd been in San Fransico five times before now...once with a girlfriend.
"Yeah I'm a little surprised I haven't seen you until now." she bites her lip and fuck is she checking his hands?
"How long are you in town?" she asks and he swears that there's a nervous shake to her voice.
He shrugs, he'd been planing to leave as soon as his head didn't throb, once he was sure he could operate his car, Logan's expecting him home for dinner, "tonight." he tells her rubbing his eyes because god he wants her to take him somewhere, to just spend time in her company because no one makes him feel real like she does, and it hurts but it's the best feeling all at the same time.
She puts her laptop into her bag and leaves some bills on the table, she's staring at the table and he's staring at her mouth. After all these years does she taste the same?
"I have to go to the office...did you want to come with me?" she asks and she looks like she thinks he'll say no.
after all she'd been less than five hours away all this time and he hadn't come for her.
"You have a real office now?" he asks and he can't keep the suggestive nature out of his tone.
She stands up and looks down at him, "yes, it has a view...and a desk and a door." she smirks down at him and starts out of the restaurant he throws down a bill with his abandoned coffee and follows her out of the hotel.
He doesn't even mind the blaring sun all that much.
He closes the door tightly behind him, the office is still buzzing with people and it was hard not to notice the looks they were giving him as he followed Mac through the floor. He's pretty sure that none of them have ever seen anyone as classically handsome as him in real life before.
Mac is uploading something onto something or other. He walks over to the desk and puts his weight on the corner, he doesn't want the desk to give out or anything.
"What are you doing?" she asks a laugh in her throat and the tone warms his skin.
"Well I don't want it to collapse."
"Collapse?" she raises an eyebrow, "just what do you expect to be doing on my desk that you're worried about its structural limitations?" the way her mouth is pulled to the side he's sure she knows exactly what he expects to do.
He moves around the desk and grabs a hold of her. pulling her close he kisses her, cherry.
Fuck it feels like he's going to die, her arms wrapping around his neck, fingers in his hair.
He sits her on her desk, settling between her legs.
he pulls away from her heart slamming into his ribs, lungs burning.
"anything on this desk I can't replace?" he asks his voice dark and she looks behind her takes a quick inventory and shakes her head, "good." he sweeps the desk and pushes her back onto the desk.
She's laying on the desk in front of him and god it's the best thing he's seen in years. flushed skin and chest heaving, legs on either side of him, her skirt up around her waist.
She wants him and he's not sure if it extends much beyond this but this'll last him a while. He leans down undoing his belt and unzipping his pants and kissing her.
She makes the exact same noise as she did years ago.
"Did you want me to come after you?" he asks her gasping for breath because she feels amazing, better than anyone else.
"no." she tells him and her voice is broken by a moan, "yes, maybe, shut up."
He stays three days longer than he was supposed to and she puts her new cell number into his phone under San Francisco and promises that she'll call and he promises that he'll see her every time he's in town.
Because he's not ready for a forever but he's not ready to give her up again.
