Mac and Lucy navigate living together and make some plans.

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"All my care is you, and all my pleasure yours."

- Oedipus Rex, Sophocles

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Some sweet Fleetwood Mac song played on the jukebox while Martin and Marco watched her serving customers. Lucy had been working there for a couple of months now and the incidents from when they were all younger had been forgiven, forgiven but not forgotten. Mac practically didn't let her out of his sight now that she lived there all year. It was no big thing, everyone was used to it.

Mac was across the street working at the garage, but he was in and out during her shifts and it seemed that would be the way it was going to be. By now people knew to mind their manners with her or face the wrath that Mac would rain down on anyone who stepped out of line.

He didn't like her working there, Walter being there or not, but there were no other jobs really, the town was so small. As she approached the two of them she twisted off the caps of two beers and set them in front of them. Mac was nowhere to be found at the moment so Martin leaned forward to talk to her.

"What are you doing in this dump Lucy?"

"Making money for college,"

Martin leaned over the bar further, leered at her and tried to look down the black tank top she was wearing. She was onto him and stood up so that he couldn't see down her shirt.

"That's real nice Lucy, but dick riding isn't a profession."

Lucy stood her ground and stared him down as he stood up.

"I'm gonna forget you said that and I'm not gonna tell my Uncle," She reminded him because Walter would kick his ass for saying that, never mind what Mac would do, "But if you ever insult me that way again, I'll slit your throat, got it?"

"Hey, all in good fun." Martin held up his hands, still pissed that Mac had cut in on his dance with Lucy, but unable to take it out on Mac so he picked on her instead. Marco waved him off and turned to Lucy as Martin set his eyes on Carolina who just walked in.

"Just ignore him..." Marco said as Martin got up to go sit with Carolina.

"Oh, don't worry, I am," She laughed, "I won't be doing this forever."

"Good, that's a good plan Lucy," Marco replied, "Where's Mac?"

"He should be here soon, you need him for something?"

"Yeah, but it's fine, I'll wait, I know this is where he'll eventually show up."

Lucy smiled at that, Marco was alright, Mac still told her not to be alone with any of them and he made sure it never happened, but Marco didn't ever bother her. When Mac got done at work, usually by seven each night, he planted his ass at the bar or at a table until Lucy got out at midnight. If he had something to do after work, he made sure Walter was working and was always back when she got off work.

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Jethro Tull, Walter's favorite band played on the jukebox and Mac remembered that song too from when he was a kid sitting there much like he was now only not understanding the words. "Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent..." It brought back memories, some of them good and some of them not so good.

He brought his eyes back to Lucy who stood before him wiping her hands on an apron. Then his eyes followed her as she washed glasses and stacked them under the bar. Bad intent indeed, he understood what the song was about now.

As Mac sat at the bar watching her serve customers, he thought about how selfish he had been, this wasn't the life he wanted for her. She was busting her ass here, going to college online, and she was stuck with him in this shit town. He hadn't intended for it to be this way, but he needed her.

He had been so lost when his mother died and Lucy had known that; as adamant as he had always been about her not moving to Utah, he needed her when that happened. The last few years he and his mother had been at odds with each other but had made a kind of peace before she died. He missed her, more than he thought he would.

Lucy smiled easily as she did her work and talked with Walter, joked with him, Rosie and the customers. His girl was something else indeed. She was happy being there and even if Mac couldn't understand it. But he liked watching her work, liked hearing all the old music and some of the newer music too, he liked life.

As he drank a shot and a beer, Walter approached him.

"You don't got to sit here and watch her. I got this." He said.

"Just here to drive her home."

Stanley was next to him then and Walter poured him a coke, because he was working for him that night, no booze on deliveries, no drugs allowed either. No one crossed Walter, and no one drove high if they were doing his deliveries, not even Mac.

"You take care of that delivery?" Mac asked.

"Yup. All done, I'm off the clock now," Stanley signaled to Lucy tipping his hand to his mouth and she appeared with two beers. She popped the caps off them and placed one in front of Mac and one in front of Stanley.

"Thanks, doll," Stanley said and laid bills on the bar, "Keep the change."

"Thanks," She replied and slid her hand against Macs briefly, "Walter said I can go at eleven."

"Alright," He sipped his beer and looked around the room.

"I'll be back, " She said as Walter filled a tray with drinks for her to take to a table across the room. Mac's eyes tracked her as she bent over the table, served the drinks and chatted with the man and woman at the table.

Soon she was back and leaned over the bar to whisper something dirty into his ear, first she looked around to make sure no one was looking, then she leaned close to him. He said something back to her and he smiled at her as she touched his face quickly.

"Told you never to come here and now ya working here." He whispered.

"Afraid so mi amore," She smiled.~ My love.

"You don't listen good," He leaned further over the bar so no one would hear, "Gonna have to spank that ass for this. "

"Start talking that sexy Mexican shit and you got yourself a date." She whispered with a wink.

"You better watch it, Carina," He brought his eyes to meet hers and there was smoke and fire there.

"Bring it."

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Mac shut the door and followed Lucy out to the truck at quitting time and Walter and Martin watched from the doorway as they drove away in his truck. Martin turned to meet Walter's eyes, they had both seen Mac open the door for her and help her into the truck. It was odd still seeing him do those things.

"He gonna sit here every night while she's working?"

"Knowing him, he'll want to, as long as he keeps producing I'm not gonna hassle," Walter replied.

"Let me ask ya something, Walter?" Martin said, "Why ya think she's doing those college classes, to bartend for you the rest of her life?"

"What are you getting at?"

"I'm gonna bet you right now she's planning to leave here, and take him with her."

"That ain't gonna happen, cholo," Walter said solemnly, "I'll stop it way before then."

"How you gonna stop it?"

"You never mind, when you need to know, you'll know."

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"I hate that you work there slinging liquor for those assholes," Mac said as they stood in the hallway of their house later that night. The very same hallway where years ago they realized something was going on with them. It was his house now, hers and there were no parents to hide from.

"Baby, " They stopped in the hallway and she brought her hands up to run through his hair and placed her forehead against his, "As long as I'm with you..."

"I want better for you than that," Mac replied.

"There is no better than that," She kissed him.

He looked sad all of the sudden as he looked into her eyes, "There is way better than this place." And way better than me.

"So let's set some goals then," He followed her down the hall and into the bathroom. Mac whistled as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and turned unhooking her bra and tossing it in the hamper. Then she turned back and watched him pulling his shirt over his head.

"Slow down, slow down baby, I wanna savor this sight," She nodded towards him and he grinned, the bad mood that threatened to come was gone now. Lucy shucked off her jeans and started the shower, then stepped inside and moved over when he joined her.

"Remember that time when we were kids..."

"And you were bitching me out in here," He pulled her close, "And wouldn't get in the shower with me."

Lucy smiled, "Yeah," She soaped her hands and ran them over his chest with a grin.

"And the time you got an eyeful and couldn't get my dick off your mind for the rest of your life," He laughed.

"Fuck you," She laughed.

"You want to don't ya?"

This was their usual routine, he would work at the garage in the mornings while she did her school work. In the afternoon she would start her shift at the bar and he would float in and out all day long keeping an eye on her. They showered together every night, bantering back and forth the way they always did.

"Never in a million years thought we'd end up..." Mac sighed against her neck and kissed her there.

"I did, I wasn't having it any other way," Lucy smiled.

"You're like a tornado when you have an idea in your head."

"So let's talk about our goals." She said with a nod.

"My only goal right now is to get my face between those legs tonight." He kissed her neck up to her ear and sucked hard. She could feel his hard dick against her stomach twitching and she ran her hands over his back the way he liked.

"Tempting," Lucy kissed him once, "...later. I want the store like we've been talking about. We could rent something that we can both use. A garage, with a big office and I can hawk my potions there. "

"You got big dreams." Mac said, "And you kind of make me feel like anything is possible."

"I do and anything is possible. You know who told me that."

He shook his head.

"It was you when I was seven years old and afraid to go in the caves because of spiders." She answered, "You told me that all I had to do was decide I wasn't going to be afraid, and I wasn't. "

"How come you still call me to kill them then?" He brought his hand over her cheek and rubbed his fingers along her jaw, looking into her eyes.

"Because," She slid her hand down to his dick, " You're my man, that's your job."

Mac leaned back against the shower wall, closed his eyes as she ran her soapy hands over his rock hard cock. He would never get enough of her, her touch was bewitching and always had been.

"Will we try?" She asked.

"You're asking me that while ya got your hand on my dick?"

"Yeah, " She worked her hand up the length of him and watched his eyes rolling back into his head, "So deal? We try to open our own place?"

He groaned as she picked up the pace and stared into his eyes, "You just get better and better at getting your way with me."

"We could leave here Mac, you know we could."

He slid his hand over the wall to hold himself up as she brought her lips to his, never slowing down her hand, just the way he liked it. She kissed him hard, sucking on his lower lip and biting, also the way he liked it. In the years they had been together, they learned each other well, learned each others body, every dip and curve and behind closed doors, they were just like any other couple.

Her slippery hand was small but powerful and he was almost about to drop to his knees from the way she touched him, her lips were on his neck now and she pressed herself against him.

Then she brought her lips to his ear, "Amante, Sin ti no puedo respirar. Te necesito en mi vida." ~ Lover, I cannot breathe without you, I need you.

"I need you, Lucy... Oh, fuck!" She pulled him close to her, continuing to work him over until everything went white behind his eyes, "Ohfuckyes!" He moaned into her neck and came hard in her hand and against her stomach.