Not Just Another New Year's Eve
To say that Claire and Edward McHale had been surprised to see their daughter stepping into the airport's arrival hall together with Will McAvoy would be more than just a slight understatement, especially taking into account that his arm was looped around her shoulder and she was leaning into him.
When Mac had seen her parents a wide smile had spread across her face and she had whispered a few words to Will who then let go, staying a few steps behind her when she came to greet them.
After their first surprise they had adapted to the situation remarkably well and welcomed Will with open arms to spend Christmas with them.
Even though Edward had taken Will aside for a serious talk after they had arrived at their house, it had been a wonderful stay, and Mac and he had decided to spend the rest of the year in London as well.
As Mac had suggested Will had kept the room at the Savoy, although they had not made any use of it yet. However, this was supposed to change.
The plan for New Year's Eve was to go out for a nice dinner with Mac's parents – Will's treat – after which they would split up. While the older generation wanted to greet the New Year at home, the new-old couple intended to enjoy the official fireworks display over the Thames. What the McHales did not know, though, was that they wouldn't watch it from the banks of the river, together with the masses, but from the solitude of Will's suite at the Savoy, which offered a splendid view.
They arrived at the hotel at about ten o'clock and went straight up to the room, which Will had secured by a pro forma check-in on Christmas Eve before going to Mac's childhood home. Once they entered the room Will placed their overnight bag on the couch and turned around to take Mac into his arms.
„Welcome to my humble home away from home."
Mac chuckled. „It's beautiful, Billy. I'm glad you kept the room."
„Me, too." He placed a soft kiss on her lips before he helped her out of her coat. „Would you like a drink?"
He couldn't see her shaking her head while hanging up their clothes, so she walked over to him and put her arms around him, leaning against his back. „No, thanks. Right now I'm in the mood for something else."
Will paused before he turned around in her arms and framed her face with his hands. „God, Mac..."
„I know..." The whispered words were accompanied by a shy smile, but then she got on her toes and murmered against his lips. „Kiss me."
Will was only to glad to comply with her request. The restraint they had exercised during the last days surely hadn't come easy, and what started out slow quickly turned into something more heated. Finally Mac, out of breath already, pulled back, and after a quick look around she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.
When she turned on the lights she gasped. „Will!"
„You like it?"
„Of course, you old romantic, I love it."
Will had called ahead and arranged for some extras – rose petals covering the bed, a champagne cooler with a bottle of Dom Perignon placed next to it and an array of candles placed all over the room, which he now quickly lit.
„You shouldn't have, though." Mac added. „Being here with you is more than enough."
Will took her hand and led her towards the bed. „This is only a small fraction of what you deserve. I'm so sor..."
„Ssshh..." Lifting her finger to his lips she shushed him. „Don't. We have talked, we both have apologized and we are fine."
„Still..."
„No, Billy." Mac shook her head. „Tonight it's just us, let's not spoil it."
He nodded and let his eyes run over her body. „You look gorgeous tonight."
„You're not too bad yourself." Mac murmered and appreciatively eyed him up and down. The earlier dinner had taken place at one of the fancier restaurants of London, so Will was wearing a tuxedo with a bow tie while she had put on a stunning little black dress that revealed much of her back.
Now she moved her hands to pull his tie open and slowly pushed the jacket from his shoulders. They had abstained from anything more than kisses and snuggling during the time at her parent's house, and now she didn't want to wait another minute.
Will seemed to share her sentiments and impatiently started to open the buttons of his shirt. Once finished he removed her hands from his belt and turned her around. With a longing sigh he let his fingers run down her naked skin before settling on the tab of the zipper. Slowly pulling it open a low groan followed when the full expanse of her back was exposed to his eyes.
When the dress was completely open he turned Mac back around. Before he could continue to undress her, though, she took a step back and did it herself, biting her lip while keeping his gaze.
Having seen the dress Will had already expected her to not wear a bra, but still he held his breath when she slowly uncovered her perky breasts. This was a sight he had only seen in his dreams for the last couple of years and was now drinking in.
When she shimmied the dress over her hips and let it glide down to the floor his mouth hung open. She wore delicate black lace string panties that hid hardly anything from his eyes. „Fuck..."
Although Mac knew that Will loved her, his reaction gave her more self-confidence and she stepped out oft her dress. While her hands went back to his belt, below which she could already see a noticable bulge, she leaned up. „Billy?"
She pressed a kiss to his chin. „I've missed you so much..." Another kiss. „Now I just want you."
„Mac!" Will bowed his head to capture her lips in a deep kiss...
Afterwards the room was filled with harsh panting and satisfied sighs, while Mac had sunk forward to lie on his chest. Their skin was sticky and hot, but nothing could tear him away from her now; except that he had to take care of the condom pretty soon.
Still, he indulged in one more moment of bliss, soothingly stroking his hands up and down her back, before he was finally ready to move. „Mac..."
She didn't react, so he placed a kiss on the top of her head. „MacKenzie, I really need to get up."
She made an annoyed moan, but knew he was right, so she mustered the last of her energy to roll off him. With a last kiss he got up and quickly went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When he came back Mac hadn't moved, and he sat down next to her, gently cooling her down with a warm wash cloth.
„Mmmh… Thanks." She sighed. „But come back to bed."
Will checked the time, and when he saw that it was still about half an hour until the fireworks would start, he stretched out next to her again. Immediately Mac curled into him and placed her arm over his stomach. „I love you, Billy."
„I love you, too, Honey." He toyed with her hair while keeping an eye on the clock, and twenty minutes later he took her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. „Mac, wake up."
„'m not sleeping..." Her voice showed that she wasn't far from falling asleep, so he leaned down to press his lips against hers.
„Time to get up, it's almost midnight."
„Oh… alright..." Mac yawned, but rolled onto her back and lifted her arm to rub her eyes, fully exposing her glorious body to the man next to her. His hand automatically moved to touch her, but this time it was her who spoke. „No, Will, I want to see the fireworks."
She laughed when she saw the slight pout on his face and sat up. „Later..."
With a last, promising kiss she climbed out of bed and got a couple of warm, fluffy bathrobes from the adjoining room. Will took one and put it on, following her into the living room.
For the first time he noticed the loud music playing outside and was surprised at the large number of people lining the banks of the Thames. „How many people are coming here for the fireworks?"
„I'm not sure, but I think the numbers vary from 100.000 to 250.000 a year." Mac stood in front of the window to look outside. „Turn off the light, please."
Will did as he was told, then picked something from his bag on the couch and placed himself behind her, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. Mac placed her fingeres over his, and they both watched the hands of the clock on Elizabeth Tower slowly move towards midnight.
At exactly 23.59 o'clock Will lowered his head to nibble on Mac's earlobe. „Hon?"
Mac tilted her head up and smiled. „What is it, Sweetheart?"
„Look down, please." His voice sounded nervous, and she frowned at him before doing as he asked. Then she gasped. „Billy!"
He had turned his hand and she stared at a beautiful diamond ring he was holding between his fingers. „I love you, MacKenzie Morgan McHale, and I never want to spend another day without you. Will you marry me?"
Mac gasped and covered his shaking hand, looking at him with big eyes. „Where… Where did you get the ring?"
„I took the chance when you met your old friend from school a couple days ago. Your father recommended a jeweller." Right this moment the iconic Big Ben began to chime, greeting the New Year, and Will smiled nervously. „So, what do you say? Of course, if you need more ti..."
„Yes! Yes! Of course I am saying yes!" Tears sprung to her eyes and she turned around to throw herself into his arms. „Oh, Billy..."
„Thank God!" He buried his face in her neck and held her tight. „I love you, Mac, I love you so much."
After a moment Mac pulled back and Will saw tears streaming down her cheeks. „I love you, too, Billy. Happy New Year!"
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I wish you all a happy New Year and all the best for 2020!
(A longer, mature rated chapter can be found on AO3.)
