Some of Mac and Lucy's life together.

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When you are with me, I am free, I am careless, I believe.

My Sacrifice by Creed

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"I, with deeper instinct,
choose a man who compels my strength,
who makes enormous demands on me.
Who does not doubt my courage or my
toughness, who does not believe me naive
or innocent, who has the courage to treat me
like a woman."

Anis Nin

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She had been expecting a mellow night when Mac busted through the door, letting the screen door slam against the house making an obnoxiously loud crack sound. Lucy jumped as he came through the house looking for her, but stood her ground, there was going to be a fight. He had found out what happened.

Someone had told him about the out of town guy grabbing her ass at work, that was evident in his attitude at the moment. He didn't call out like Ricky Ricardo, "Eyyy Lucy, I'm home," the way he always did to make her laugh and smile. Not tonight. He wasn't playful tonight and she just knew; of course one of those dicks told.

"You're quitting." He yelled even before he saw her and she knew he was going to be that way after what had happened. She turned from the sink and dried her hands as he rounded the kitchen doorway and approached her with malice in his eyes. Was it for her? Did he think it was her fault?

"Mac..."

"Don't fight me on this woman."

"Walter took care of it, it was nothing." Walter had indeed handled the situation, with the bat he always kept behind the bar.

"It wasn't anything? Really?" He continued, "What if Walter wasn't there?"

"He's always there," She rolled her eyes, Walter was there all day, every day. She was never alone. Rosie worked evenings with her too, she was safe, "I need my job, you know that. If I'm ever going to open a perfume shop..."

"Fuck that then, it ain't worth it to me," He waved his hand at her, "If douche bags are gonna be playing grab ass with you every day."

"I'm sure word got around, ain't no one gonna try a thing after Walter broke the guy's fingers." She said calmly.

"Fuckin deserved it."

"Walter was there baby, he took care of it. Of me." She came closer to him and ran her fingers through his hair trying to relax him. It always worked and for a minute she thought the fight was over, but it wasn't.

"And if he wasn't?"

"I have my knife," She said proudly, "The one you gave me, right here." She rapped her hand on the side of her boot.

"Really? You a tough girl Luce," He grabbed her hands and held them away from her, "Go ahead. Fight me. Show me how tough you are, get your knife."

"Mac stop," She tried to pull away from him. He was in a mood and she'd have to tread lightly.

"Come on. Hit me, show me you can take care of yourself." He said, "How you getting that knife if I got your hands huh?"

She had no choice but to play along when he was being a dick this way, if she didn't it would just get worse.

Lucy pulled her hand back as if to slap him but he stopped her and they stared at each other for a beat. As he held her wrist inches from his face he licked his lips and rolled his shoulders, bringing his face closer to hers.

"You ain't tough at all," But it was a whisper, the malice was gone, replaced by something else, something she knew how to handle.

His moods changed on a dime since they were young and now that was the way she could gauge how high he was. The quicker the change, the higher he was and now his gaze was burning into her. She felt the hair stand up on her arms as he fixed his eyes on hers.

Mac stepped closer and pressed against her, still holding her wrist, then they were kissing; this was what happened often when they were fighting, it was why they could never stay mad at each other for long. They'd yell and scream, Mac would break shit, sometimes she did too and then it would come down on both of them like a ton of bricks.

"Oh fuck Lucy." He kissed her again and shoved his tongue into her mouth, taking complete possession of what was his and wound his arms around her.

She could feel his huge cock against her belly and she sighed softly; she wanted it, him, she always did. That sound made him crazy with lust and he pressed against her more, harder, trying to get some relief from the ache that was starting.

In what seemed like one movement to Lucy he swiped the dishes off the table, unconcerned with the crash of said dishes breaking all over the floor and threw her on top of it. He pulled her towards him by her legs and she slipped her hands under his shirt, running them along his stomach making him hiss in pleasure. Then his shirt was pulled off and tossed on the floor next to the third set of broken dishes they had gone through since she moved there.

Lucy had thrown one set at him the first week she was there during a fight and the second Mac had broken on a rampage through the house when he had been smoking too much meth.

"I love you so much baby," He moaned as he pulled her skirt up her thighs, reaching for her panties with a wide grin when he found them damp.

He slid two fingers along her panties and watched as her eyes closed and she let out the softest sigh. Then his fingers were inside her and she groaned out loud a low sound that made his dick throb. He worked his thumb against her clit and lit her on fire.

A deep chill went through her body as she heard him unbuckling his pants, the sound made her crazy and after their clothing was out of the way he sunk inside her to the hilt in one swift movement. They both gasped in unison, there was a time when he had been so gentle and afraid she couldn't take it all, but that was a long time ago.

"Oh god, I love you." Mac groaned out as he bit his way down her neck, "Take that dick baby, take it." He pushed against her hard, pulling her legs wide and watching his cock going in and out of her.

"I love you too baby." She groaned, "Fuck me, Oh god fuck me good." She pulled him closer and deeper.

"I can't live without you," He gasped out, "Promise me, Lucy, promise me we'll always be together ." He kissed down her neck, pulling her shirt out of the way to get to her breasts.

"I promise, l promise." He brought his hand back down between them to stroke her again and he could feel her trembling now. It wouldn't be long at all, he'd have her screaming bloody murder soon.

"I'm sorry I'm such an asshole sometimes. "

"It's OK," She kissed him hard and threw her head back to ride the wave that was coming from his skilled fingers, "Not going anywhere." She breathed out as she felt the first wave crash down on her and she closed her eyes, "I can't live without you."

Her body was pulling him closer to the edge of oblivion, and he was speeding towards it fast; when she screamed and gripped his shoulders he was done. Her pussy was squeezing the life out of him and there was no way he could hold back; he came with a fierce roar right after she did spilling everything he had inside her with a shudder. It was an unbearable pleasure, and no one but Lucy gave that to him.

He pulled her close against him, not wanting to let her go or leave her warm body just yet. They both trembled in aftershocks, holding each other tight for dear life as sweat rolled down their backs and over their faces. It was quiet now. No sound but the ticking clock and the soft radio playing from a neighbors house.

"Marry me." He groaned against her neck

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Lucy woke up first the next day on her stomach and Mac was laying half on top of her back with his leg draped over her legs. She turned her head to him and looked at his closed eyes, he was so peaceful like that in the mornings when they woke up together. She could see the face of the boy he used to be, the untroubled one. He was so troubled now, she knew, but these mornings reminded her that there was hope.

After a while, he stirred in his sleep and he pulled her close letting out a little sigh of contentment. She settled down against him and pulled the quilt over them carefully. It was so rare, this complete peace now and Lucy savored every bit of it.

"I meant it." He said dreamily and kissed her bare shoulder, they always slept with no clothes on, from the day she moved in. In the beginning, he used to wake her up in the middle of the night almost every night to make love, even if they already had that day and still did that often. But the sleeping without clothes lingered on either way and most mornings she was awakened by Mac's hard dick against her back or on her leg. Lucy smiled at him, she knew what he was talking about.

"You really know how to charm a girl, proposing while you're still inside me." She laughed and rolled over to kiss him, "First class all the way."

"Is that a yes?"

She crawled on top of him and sunk down on his dick before he even knew what happened.

"Damn," He brought his hands up to her hips and started to move her, "Good morning to you too."

"Just accepting in the proper way," She grinned as she ran her hands over his chest.

"Christ you're gonna fuck me to death." He moved her hips against him, "What a way to go."

Lucy rocked her hips against his slowly and watched as he closed his eyes, there was a look of pure bliss on his face. She knew what to do and she knew what he needed; Lucy moved faster and faster, leaning down and kissing him wildly until he emptied every drop of hot cum inside her.

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Then he held her after, he was always so relaxed and calm after sex, especially in the mornings, because he usually wasn't high either. They talked the way they used to at night when they were kids out in the canyon in the mornings.

"Luce do you feel like I took things from you, your childhood, I feel like I never gave you space to.. I dunno...grow up because I couldn't keep my paws off of you?."

"I gave it all to you, willingly and I'd do it again the same way. I've loved you all my life." She brushed his hair out of his face and stared into his steel blue eyes, "I was always yours to have. "

"And you were always mine," He repeated the words from that long ago poem that had freaked him out when he was sixteen and now at twenty-five he understood.

He took her hand in his and kissed it.

"Let's go today."

"Afraid I'll change my mind?" She laughed and he met her eyes then.

"Kinda." Was all he said.

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"Sad eyes follow me but I still believe there something left for you and me."

One Last Breath by Creed