sometimes the only solution to writers block is to start something new :)
also, i wrote this on notepad...so please excuse all typos and glaring grammatical errors. i just had to write again because it had been so long and i was letting my broken computer get me down. it isnt perfect but its done! one shot? maybe...maybe not? let me know what you think!
Mac sped to the cave, his insides like some kind of explosive mixture that had officially become unstable. He felt molten hot, poisoned by the girl and his feelings for her, enraged at even the possibility of loving her. This is exactly what he had been trying to avoid, the very reason he had sent her away. He didn't want this, this attachment to her, it would be the fucking death of him.
He had tried to deny his emotions when he realized they were thriving; tried starving them by chasing her away, drowning them in dark liquor, but nothing had worked. For a while he tried to lie to himself and say she didn't matter. He ignored her phone calls and her worried brow when she tried to speak to him at the bar. It had seemed easy enough when he made the plan, all he had to do was revert back to his old methods and he would eventually forget about her. Except no matter how mean to her he was in public or how many other women he fucked, he couldn't get the goddamn girl out of his head. His heart had nearly stopped when Devon had casually mentioned her presence at a party in the canyons. All of the sudden, now that he thought she could be in danger, she mattered very much.
"What?" Mac had barked in response, turning to face his half brother but keeping a grip on the girl he'd been dancing with. "an you just left her there?"
"aint alone" Devon smirked back. "she's with mikey"
"mikey?!" Mac had practically roared. He had let go of his date then, hardly even registering when she pawed at his arms to get back inside them. "are you fuckin' kiddin' me?"
Devon shrugged, bored now and trying to sidestep Mac to get to the bar.
"what?" he asked his much taller sibling. "what do you care? thought you were done with her"
He said it like a statement, a question they already both knew the answer to and therefore didn't need to ask. Mac realized he was wasting time then, and he pushed past both him and the forgotten girl to get to the door of the bar.
Mac's heart rate was accelerating faster than it had ever done in his life, even with his history of amphetamine abuse. Devon wasn't wrong after all, and that's what scared him. Mac had uttered those exact same words in front of all his friends and her less than a week ago, so of course that scumbag Mikey would assume she was fair game. Without the threat of Mac retaliating he doubted Mikey would hold back with her, and he dreaded the thought of the man putting extra effort into fucking with her just because Mac had more or less given him permission.
His chest pinched uncomfortably as he was forced to remember the look on the girls face after he'd said it. Confusion? Hurt? he shook his head, trying to clear it, trying to run from it. He knew the look was betrayal, and it bore into him like a slow moving drill, making him gasp as it got deeper, impossibly close. He had led her happily into the lion's den when it suited him but then abandoned her there. He had run away and left her defenseless, scared and unable to admit how he felt. Whatever happened next, what ever state he found her in, the blame lay on him and he knew it.
When Mac arrived at the mouth of the cave, there were several trucks and cars parked outside. Part of him relaxed, knowing the worst activities took place when only the skeleton crew remained, but he wasn't going to be able to calm down until he saw her. He raced through the corridors he didn't need a flashlight for, hearing mens laughter and feelings his hands clench into fists. The world around him took on a red tint and he could hear his own blood heating, a raging torrent in his ears. This was a side of himself he knew intimately, a beast that walked on two legs imitating a man. He heard the roughness of his vocal cords as if he were someone else, a roar from deep in his chest that vibrated through his entire body. The room fell still. All its moving parts; legs and torsos and heads and the throbbing beat of terrible music unblended so that he could see it all clearly. She wasn't here. And then, even before he could label the relief he felt in his head, a new and terrible thought dug its claws in. If she wasn't here, then where was she?
"Mac!" a voice broke his concentration. He felt his head tick to the side as the tether broke, as he came back down to reality and into his humming body. "whats up?"
He turned, focusing his eyes on who had spoken but unable to relax his hands. The voice belonged to one of friends, Jameson, someone Walter had brought into the cut that Mac had immediately taken to. The Man had always been a good subordinate, and Mac was glad it was him who had approached him instead of anybody else.
"where is she?" he heard his own voice say, thick with gravel from years of smoking too many cigarettes.
"who?" Jameson asked.
Mac felt his eyes close, felt the hackles near his neck stiffening in pent up aggression. He was a dog frothing at the mouth and waiting for its leash to slacken. He was about to explode, and he wanted to make sure it was the right person in front of him when he did.
"tell me where they are" he said as he opened his eyes, hardening them so Jameson couldn't see the panic in them. "right fucking now"
Reading his friends expression, Jameson nodded and swallowed hard. He knew full well that the next thing he did was about to unleash hell on one of his own, but he also recognized his lack of options. Struggling slightly not to cough, he brought his one arm up to point towards a corridor that led to an opening further back in the cave.
As if on cue, a scream erupted from the yawning mouth of rock that Jameson had just identified. Mac's feet slid slightly on the sandy floor when he took off, but he recovered quickly. He knew nothing good happened in those poorly lit caverns. The best he could hope for was that it wasn't too late.
Edith could feel her world getting fuzzy around the edges. Mikey hadn't liked it when she screamed, no, not one bit, and now she was struggling to even get the air needed to remain conscious. Her hands scraped uselessly at his, her nails trying to draw blood even though his grip had forced it all from his fingers. When she coughed he squeezed tighter, and she felt her knees buckle beneath her. Her body slumped slightly but he didn't have any trouble holding her weight up.
She heard his rough laughter, felt him pull her in closer, right up against him so that his knee could force its way between hers. He licked the side of her face and she grimaced, his breath foul and wet. Mercifully, she felt her eyes begin to roll backwards, and she was just about to embrace the darkness when she abruptly fell away from the man, landing hard on the cavern floor.
She lay there for a moment, choking on dust and dirt, waiting for the kick that was surely coming. Her body braced and she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath and trying to steel herself as best she could. When the kick never came, when all Edith could hear was a kind of rustling or gasping sound, she chanced a look up at her attacker.
It took a moment for her brain to register what she was seeing. She hadn't expected to see Mac, all six foot fuck of him, holding Mikey up against the wall with his arm braced against his windpipe. Honestly, it was probably the last thing she would have expected to see, and it took a full minute for her mind to catch up and match the image for her. When she realized who it was, who had come to help her, she couldn't help but smile. Not only did he care, at least a little, but now this fucker Mikey was going to get what was coming to him. She felt happy, despite the pain radiating through her.
Mac held the man there until he heard something crack. Mikey had long ago passed out from lack of oxygen but it wasn't until he had broken something that Mac felt satisfied. Huffing loudly, his chest heaving, he let the man's weight dead drop to the floor. He wasn't sure he had killed him, but he was content knowing he was down for the count.
It was then that the moment turned awkward for him. The violence was the easy part. What was he supposed to do with the girl now that he'd rescued her? Edith pushed herself up on her arms, letting her long hair cover her face so that he couldn't see it. She wanted him to leave suddenly, wanted to be alone to lick her wounds, maybe suffocate this guy Mikey for all her trouble, anything but have to face Mac looking the way she did.
Without touching it, she could tell her nose was broken, and the fact that she could hardly open her left eye let her know that it was bruising and swelling shut quickly. She sniffed a little, wincing as the pain lanced her face and caught herself wishing for a moment Mac had just let the guy finish the job.
"thanks" she coughed out, rubbing her throat as if she could reclaim it.
She expected him to leave then, but he surprised her and reached down to grab her bicep, hauling her up to her feet and waiting until she found her balance before letting go.
"got sum kinda deathwish girlie?" he asked her, tilting her chin up carefully to appraise her face. "or do ya just like gettin' the shit kicked outta ya?"
She started crying then, couldn't help herself, and he let her chin go so she could turn her face away. Now he'll leave, she thought to herself, now he'll run for sure. Except he didn't. Instead he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her into him before he stooped to hook his arms behind her knees and swing her up into his arms.
He didn't say anything as he beat a path back to his truck, just walked back through the throng of people in the main cavern and then back down the unlit corridor. Edith had her face tucked into his chest and her tiny puffs of warm breath were saturating the shirt right over his heart. The pocket of heat forming there made him feel better. The girl was okay, he hadn't been too late.
"s'all right" he told the quivering form as he deposited her in the passenger seat of his truck.
Cold without him, she shivered in the night air. Now that he wasn't holding her, now that he could see the damage to her face and the way she shook, Mac felt his anger gaining momentum again. For a second he thought about going back to stomp on Mikeys face a few times. It was tempting, but ultimately Mac was unwilling to let the girl out of his sight. He settled for the sound straightening her nose made, pleased when the blood rushed out to greet him. It was warm and smelled like life, he would have licked at it if she hadn't been covered in dust from hitting the floor of the cave.
He kissed her instead, pressing his lips hard against hers and feeling the slickness between them. She grunted and jerked back, her hand coming up to his chest.
"stop Mac, i can't"
"sure ya can" he growled back at her, his voice confident and coaxing. "an yer gunna too"
She looked up at him. He could feel her breath beating against his own vibrating lips like a wave, steady and cyclical. The hesitation hung between them like a fog you could dissipate with a wave of your hand. She was clearly trying to convince herself not to, running through a list of reasons in her head, but Mac could hear her sex drive revving up as though her body were an engine.
He nudged her face with his, opening his mouth against hers but not completing the kiss. The tip of her tongue darted out, licking him quick, and he moved forward to practically devour her. He kissed her hard, holding the back of her head when she tried to pull away, and sucking at the blood covering her mouth. She twisted suddenly, gasping for air, and Mac realized she couldn't breath through her nose.
"yer all kinds a fucked up sweetheart" he chuckled at her, leaning back into his own seat to start the truck. "what am i ever guna do with ya"
Edith didn't answer him. She was still having trouble believing that he was even here, even kissing her and acting like he liked her. For over a month he had been avoiding her, and that was when she was lucky. Other times, mostly when he was drunk, he would go out of his way to be deliberately mean to her. It wasn't enough that he had dismissed her. He had gone the extra mile to humiliate her in front of half the town, and Edith wasn't exactly ready to trust him, even if her body had other plans.
"just take me home Mac"
"s'what im fucking doin'" he snapped at her. "so shut the hell up already"
They drove in uncomfortable silence. Every pothole the truck raced over had Edith whimpering next to him, and Mac was getting more and more irritated. Not only was he kicking himself for snapping at her, but he was also struggling not to bark at her again. He hated the weakness, hated that she couldn't just suffer silently like he always had to. More than that though, he was raging that it had come to this. He should have just protected her like he wanted to before, not shunned her out into the wilds of the world just because he was pissed at catching feelings. This was his fault, always would be.
When they got to his house, Edith wouldn't get out.
"i said take me home Mac, this isn't it"
He was standing just outside the passenger door, trying hard to control his temper and not just drag her from the vehicle.
"Eddie-" he began.
"don't fucking call me that"
That did it. He reached in and grabbed her, ignoring the way she screamed at him and carrying her up the rotting steps into his house. He maneuvered her kicking form through the halls until he reached his bathroom. Then he set her on her feet and leaned his massive shoulders against the door so she couldn't get out.
"take yer clothes off"
"you've got to be kidding me" she laughed incredulusly. "there's no fucking way"
Without missing a beat, Mac stepped forward and caught her wrist in his grip, holding her still so that he could rip the shirt off over her head.
"ow Mac!" she yelled, cupping her hand over her nose to try and protect it. "fuck!"
He ignored her, dropping down to undo the button on her jeans and then yank them down her legs. Now that most of her clothing was discarded, Mac reached around her to turn the shower on. He let the steam fill and warm the room around them before he reached out to touch the strap of her bra.
"don't" she whispered, tucking her chin down and away.
Mac let his hand drop.
"i aint guna hurtcha Eddie" he said softly. "not like him"
She nodded, her eyes shut tight against the tears forming there, and Mac brought his hand slowly back up. He ghosted his fingers over her shoulder, pushing the strap gently to the side and leaning in to kiss her neck. She sucked her breath in and held it, but she didn't pull away when he quickly undid the snap and let the garment fall to the floor. Before she could resist, he pulled her small frame up into his, running his hands up and down her exposed back and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her underwear. She lifted her legs when he lowered them, stepping out and keeping her face hidden in his chest.
"ya aint got nuthin ta be ashamed of Eddie" he told her, hugging her naked body against him. "dint do nuthin' wrong. s'my fault"
She choked out a sob into his shoulder, soaking the t-shirt he was wearing with snot and tears. He let her cry, holding her there for a minute until she started to quiet down, before ushering her into the shower he'd started for her. Once she was in he took his own clothes off, balling them up and throwing them into the corner he'd had kicked hers into.
The blood from her nose ran down her body, diluted by the water but still a beautiful, brilliant pink. As much as he liked the blood though, the sight of what someone else had done to her face wasn't a turn on for him. He gathered her up in his arms again, smoothing his hands over all her available flesh and feeling the way she melted against him. It wasn't hard to gently turn her after that, and he kept his mouth latched onto her neck as he guided her hands up to press against the shower wall.
He leaned back then, lining her hips up with his and rocking into her. He might not had been able to stand the sight of her face but this view was just as he remembered it, and he felt his dick start to stiffen when he held her there against him.
Eddie gasped slightly but didn't jerk away when he started to slowly press into her. This was something she had wanted for a long time now, and she wasn't about to pass it up. It wasn't just his attention she craved, although that was a rare and cherished thing. No, mostly she had missed his dick. It was thick and heavy, hard but surprisingly smooth and wonderfully warm. It was almost like an entity separate from the rest of him; it certainly had the confidence to stand apart, that was for sure. She arched towards it despite the pain in her body, letting it fill her up slowly the way she liked.
Mac let her. He planned on pumping her full of painkillers after this so he could really throw her around, but for now he let her go her own speed. Instead of grabbing her hips the way her wanted to, he brought both hands around to the front of her, one reaching up to twist her nipple while the other traveled down to her clit. He ground himself against her, not so much drawing out to push back in but more so she could feel him fully inside her moving from side to side. He knew she liked that.
When she started moaning he finally pulled out of her. Slow at first, inching out so he could watch the way her pussy hugged the shaft of his cock, and then slamming back into her. There was a satisfying 'smack' as their skin collided over and over, the water and blood lubricating everything he could get his hands on. He liked the way the meat of her ass jumped when he slammed into her, and when she threw her head back against his shoulder, he took the opportunity to make a fist in her hair and hold her rigid against him.
"you like that?" he asked her, knowing she wouldn't answer. "you like when i make you take that cock girl?"
Her core started to get impossibly hotter. She didn't know why him talking to her like that got her going so much, but at the moment she didn't really care. Instead she just did her best to nod, her body bouncing with the way he pumped in and out of her.
"i know you do. So fuckin' needy" he grunted, timing each of the words with his thrusts, making her cry out.
His voice was right next to her ear, soft and hot like crushed velvet. The rasp in his throat was what did it, the roughness of it unspooling her insides and sending white light rushing out from her center. He sucked behind her ear and kept constant pressure on her clit as she came, holding her tight up against him so he could feel her ride it out. He came quick after that, the spasming of her around his dick pushing him over the edge. He kept her trapped in his arms until they both found themselves panting back on earth.
"fuck" he breathed out, resting his forehead against her shoulder and letting the water bead down his face. "can't remember why i wanted to give that up"
He felt her body stiffen then, and he realized he'd touched a nerve that had sent her back on the defensive.
"i made a mistake" he added quickly, forcing the words out before his ego could stop them; holding her when she tried to pull away. "aint done with ya"
Edith held her breath, waiting to see if there was more, and then let it out slow. She knew that was the most she could possibly hope for, the best this man could do, so she decided to accept the offer. She thought of what she should say next, but before she could come up with anything he coughed and exited the shower.
"wait 'ere" he told her "i'll be right back"
He came back with clean clothes for her, drying her off with a scratchy towel like she was some kind of puppy and then clumsily dressing her. She could have done it herself but she let him tend to her. For once, she felt well taken care of, and she wasn't about to rush it.
"C'mon" he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her behind him into the living room.
He pushed her down onto the couch and tossed a blanket onto her, letting it settle over her lap as she leaned back. She still couldn't believe she was here, that Mac was being this nice to her and trying to make sure she was comfortable. It was a far cry from tailing after him like a lost, unwanted child, and she wondered if it would last.
He motioned for her to open her palm and then deposited a handful of pills into it when she did.
"trying to make me sick?" she asked, attempting a laugh but grimacing at the way it felt. He knew perc's were her favorite. "i don't need this many"
"aint gotta eat 'em all at once" he said flopping down next to her and swiping a few from her hand to toss into his mouth. "guna be here a while"
Eddie swallowed three and put the rest on the table in front of her. She stole a sip from Mac's beer to wash them down and then snuggled against the other side of the couch, knowing full well that the man beside her had limits. Contact made him uncomfortable, that was why he always had to be in control whenever they fucked. For now, it didn't matter to Eddie. She was content just to be sharing the same space as him. This was a blissful feeling, to be so thoroughly fucked and waiting for the high of the narcotics to spread through her.
"lemme know when they kick in" He told her, lifting the remote up to activate the netflix screen on his T.V "then we can go for round 2"
mmm best day ever.
i know mac prob doesnt have netflix but a girl can dream about the perfect situation cant she? minus the broken nose. :)