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Moments Like This
Chapter Five- Tension, of the sexual nature
"L.A can expect temperatures in the mid-eighties as the heatwave continues," Riley groans and turns down the volume of the news with the remote. The forecast doesn't tell her what she wants to hear as her skin is slick with sweat. Tendrils of her hair sticks to her neck and her back as the heat continues to stifle her. She's in a tank top knotted at her navel and cotton shorts, leaned over the kitchen counter while Mac's behind her making breakfast. To make things worse, Mac is walking around the kitchen shirtless, suffocating her more than the actual heatwave.
His body is so perfect he looks manufactured to Riley.
He chuckles when she grumbles, "heat getting to you Riles?" She leans off the counter to look back at him, he's at the stove scrambling eggs and breakfast sausages.
"Do you have to use the stove right now?" He looks taken aback, "you're the one who said you had a craving for breakfast sausage."
She covers her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh, "I did, didn't I? I didn't think you would actually make it."
He shifts a smile from his face and returns his attention to the food on the skillet. She's giddy and bubbly on the inside. Since movie night it's been all about surprise gifts and impromptu movie nights. He's also making it a habit of touching her for no reason. Basically, a relationship without the sex. And speaking of sex, Mac. That is all. The two have become synonymous in Riley's head lately. She sees Mac and she thinks of sex, she thinks of sex and she pictures Mac.
She's not entirely sure if he's developing feelings for her, its all speculation on her end but she does catch him staring at her thighs and stomach since the heatwave begun and clothing became minimal. It makes her feel, at the very least, like he sees her as a woman. She tries to keep from blushing as she thinks about the coy way he looks away when he's been caught. She doesn't have the heart to tease him about it at risk of deterring him from staring.
To distract herself from the heat between her thighs she says, "why are you in such a good mood? Is one of your skills impervious to heat?"
"You do remember I was in the army right, Afghanistan is not exactly known for the cool weather."
Riley groans, fanning herself with a menu she found on the counter, "point made."
She hoists herself up onto the counter, in front the window, desperate for any type of air circulation.
"What happened to your AC again?" she presses.
"I dismantled it, needed some spear parts for a project,"
She slapped her forehead, "Maaac,"
He turns his back to her to hide his shame but her anger only last a moment with the view she has.
She has a great of view of Mac. His broad back makes her mouth falls open just a little. She has to catch herself in case he turns around and catches her practically sliding off the counter.
Truthfully, she's never been attracted to a white man before but the moment she met Mac she noticed that he was objectively handsome. The thing about Mac, what makes him attractive is beneath his skin, past his smile and beyond his abs. What makes him truly attractive to her is the way he cares about people. The way he risks his life for strangers every day and ask for nothing in return and of course, his intelligence. Mac is unlike any other guy she's ever fallen for but maybe different will suit her well.
Of course, thinking about all the ways he's sexy to her is putting a wedge in her plans to remain his friend, but it is so hard to do when a shirtless Mac is making her breakfast. It couldn't get much better and the lack of Desi is the icing on top. She returns his gaze to him, notices a freckle or two on his back and she smiles to herself as she imagines tracing her fingers over them.
Lately, her attraction has been harder to ignore-and that's before the heatwave forcing them to walk around the house in glorified underwear. The upright way he walks, he's confident, so sure of himself. It's difficult, almost impossible, not to admire him.
The way he focuses in the field he doesn't realize but he does it with everything he does, like cooking eggs and sausages. She wonders if he'll be that focused, I bed?
The thought startles her back to reality and has her clamping her thighs together on the counter. The heat is really getting to her.
She watches him slide the eggs onto a green plate and turn off the stove.
"bon appetite,"
He hands her the plate; his fingers linger on her own and she has to bite her bottom lip to keep her mouth from falling open again. Her skin sizzles when he touches her and she longs for the heat long after he moves his hand and fixes his own plate.
Riley pours them both some orange juice from the fridge and adds ice cubes for good measure. They make light conversation over breakfast, Riley is careful not to mention Desi or her assignment when the topic of work comes up. Desi has been gone two weeks now, all she knows about the mission is that she's not supposed to know about it. Mac is also in the dark but he seems at peace with it. He has a lot to sort out about Desi and maybe the distance will give him the clarity he needs.
It's also given Riley the clarity she needs. She's never had an opinion about the relationship before her own feelings for Mac developed. She likes that Mac is no longer alone but she never thought they would last as long as they did. She thought they were just going to get all that sexual tension out of their systems and go back to being friends/colleagues. But they stuck it out, they fought the whole way through, but they stuck it out.
If someone asks Riley to weigh in on the relationship, she would say this. Mac goes to war everyday at work, at the very least, when he's off the clock, he should be surrounded by someone who gives him somewhere safe to lay his lead, away from the noise.
Deep down, she thinks Mac knows that Desi isn't that for him.
His fork scraping against his plate makes her look up from her own plate. He's already finished his food and dressing back in his chair.
"You finished already?"
He laughs, "Riles, you've been staring off into space for the last five minutes."
She flushes, "have I really?"
"Maybe like a minute, penny for your thoughts?"
She sips her juice before saying, "I was thinking about why you don't have an AC?"
He groans, "you're never going to let this up, are you? It never occurred to me replace it, I'm barely ever home anyway. We spend almost all our time at the Phoenix."
"You have a point there," she puts her plate in the sink and does the same to his. "How do we not get consumed by work? I don't want the Phoenix to be my whole life."
He stands up out of his chair and crosses the room to the sink where she's doing dishes. He's so close she can feel the heat from his body and her body reacts to the nearness immediately.
"We pull each other out when we get too absorbed. Deal?" He holds his pinky out for her. She loops hers around his, hoping the goosebumps aren't visible to him, "deal," They gaze at each other for a while, with their pinkies entwine and Riley is again stunned that the littlest of interaction makes such a big impact on her. She's certain she's drowned in his blue eyes and has been resuscitated when he clears his throat and drops her pinky.
"Now about your next problem, meet me on the deck in five minutes." He looks amused as he leaves her for outside.
She's intrigued and washes the dishes in silence. They have settled in a routine the past few days, alternating with cooking and clean up. With him, it's easy. Living with Aubrey had taken some getting used to, with Mac, it was automatic.
Once the kitchen is clean, she makes her way to the deck to see what Mac has up his sleeve. She hops he's building an AC out of Styrofoam and string or something equally ridiculous.
She freezes when she spots him on the deck, water gun in hand.
She laughs, "are you serious?"
He points to the water gun at the base of her feet and says, "so serious,"
They move to opposite ends of the deck, and chaos ensues. He's the first to shoot and she can't believe the excited yelp that exits her mouth. They chase each other around the deck, soaking each other through the thin fabrics they wore. Riley's tank is now clinging to her like a second skin and Mac's surfer shorts are slapping against his wet thighs.
She's the first to run out of ammo and when he realizes she's out of water he charges across the deck, grabs her from around the waist and lifts her off the ground.
She's elated, blissfully happy even. She yells for mercy and she means the opposite when she tells him to put her down. Lucky for her, he extends his 'torture' for longer, spinning her around with her back pressed to his chest. Moments like this, she lives for.
When she wiggles out of his grasp, she tries to make a leap for his own abandoned water gun but he's ahead of her.
"You're going down Davis," he tackles her to the ground and she struggles all the way down. When they tumble to the ground he flips them so his back takes most of the impact. She tumbles down right onto him, their bodies lined up like compatible puzzle pieces. The laughter subsides the moment she realizes where she is, flush against his taut body. She doesn't know if to get up and sprint away or stay and memorize the contours of his body. She's afraid to look up at him, once she does, they're pulled into another trance like gaze. His eyes fall to her lips and she subconsciously wets them under his meticulous scrutiny. She decides then she's going to go with the flow and let whatever happens, happen but a wrapping on the door shatters their moment.
"Yo Mac, Riley?" they hear Bozer's voice call out.
Riley is quick to get off of him just as Bozer emerges.
"Hey man," Mac says in his best imitation of a casual tone, "what are you doing here?"
Bozer looks at them like they're crazy. He shuffles down to the back yard and points at the pool.
"That's what I'm doing here," he cannon ball dives into the pool without stripping. Riley laughs at Bozer's antics and catches Mac's eye from across the pool. He's staring at her in that intense, diffuse a bomb way. She's more confused than ever, but also happier than she's been in a while. Whatever comes next, she knows will be complicated.
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