Ch 18- Almost Normal
"Sometimes when you're asleep and
I'm just starin' at the ceiling.
I wanna reach out and touch you
but you just go on dreamin'.
If I could take you to heaven,
that would make my day complete.
You and me ain't movie stars,
what we are is what we are.
And I tell you, babe
well, that's enough for me.
You and Me by Alice Cooper
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The more time they spent together the easier it was for her to see his point of view; Mac had been all alone all those years, she had rejected him when he was at his lowest point; maybe she needed to meet him halfway. Maybe he just needed some kind words from her, and that was why she did it that first time and invited him to eat with her and Michael, now they were at an impasse again. He wanted more time with Michael and Michael wanted more time with him.
For a few months, they had been rolling along fine and spending time together the three of them once a week. Julie was waiting for the other shoe to drop, Mac was a perfect gentleman with her always, as if he had learned something, but she wondered if he would snap again. Or more accurately, when he would snap again, history showed that eventually, he would.
For the time being Julie decided to just go with the flow and keep her fingers crossed, Michael was happy, and that was the most crucial thing for her. It had been important to allow him to be with his father, albeit highly supervised. Both of them were so happy when they were together and once or twice Mac had thanked her for being his family again.
A few times they drove into Salt Lake or another bigger town to take Michael to the movies. Life was good, it was uneventful. There wasn't any fighting obviously when the three of them were together and one day, there wasn't any fighting at all. It was almost... normal.
Mac had settled down a bit, and for a while, he was scarce around the bar, Julie wasn't keeping Michael from him and he didn't bother her. The word on the street was he was working in the caves, which hurt her heart, she wished he'd go back to driving the fruit truck or something.
But one night around Christmas time he showed up, freshly showered and in clean clothes, not high. He and Julie had civil conversation, he bought her a martini and drank a few beers. Mac stayed almost the entire night without egging her on to a fight or saying anything risque, a personal best for him. He also rebuffed any other woman that came near him which was unusual as well.
His words rang through her ears that night as they talked calmly like adults, like friends now, forgotten was what he had said about her leaving him all alone. It was true Julie had left him alone to rot in jail. It was all because of anger, she was so angry with him for getting arrested. She cut ties to protect Michael, yes, but also for revenge? There were things about herself that Julie didn't like, she wasn't so narcissistic that she couldn't see that.
But no one was angry now it seemed.
Mac was a narcissist and histrionic in the past, he used sex or violence to get what he wanted in life. He still broke the law on the regular, but she didn't always treat him well in the past. More than anything she just wanted to see him clean for Michael's sake. The past was over and it didn't seem like he was prone to outbursts as much or was planning to carry her off somewhere and tie her up.
There was a long history of how badly they treated each other, both of them had made mistakes and no one was perfect. She had abandoned him when he probably needed her most. There was so much they were both sorry for it seemed. As the night wore down Mac came and sat at the bar to talk with her as she served customers and one by one the people began to leave.
During a particularly slow period towards the end of the night, Julie had been telling him about Michaels upcoming Christmas concert and Mac made some crack about tying mistletoe to his belt buckle and Julie actually laughed. While he had been telling her that Julie watched him reach into the bin of cherries for drinks, take one out and put it in his mouth.
Maybe he was high after all, she thought to herself, or coming down, and needed the sugar rush. After a few minutes he pulled the cherry stem out of his mouth and winked at her; it was tied in a knot.
"Here ya go," He handed it to her.
"That's some parlor trick you got there." Julie raised her eyebrows as she looked at the tied stem, then quickly threw it away.
"You know it..." He leaned closer and grinned, "Jerry over at Eternal Ink said if I ever got my tongue pierced I wouldn't be able to do that anymore."
Julie just rolled her eyes, there was no harm in this conversation, she thought to herself, normally she would have shut it right down, but Mac had been hanging around that night not being a douche and it made her...happy.
He'd had a few drinks by now and so had she, they were both a little silly, Julie was smiling at him sometimes too while he flirted with her, the trap was set. Everyone kept telling him to be patient and he had been but that was done now. He had waited long enough, it was time to take matters into his own hands.
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After he sent Regina home that night, made sure Devon was out in the canyon and Walter was long gone, Mac called Izzy to make sure she and Michael were OK and then he set his plan in motion. This woman was a fuck ton of work, he hoped it would end up being worth it in the end.
This was wrong and he didn't fucking care, it was enough already, he could only be good for so long. Julie was watching him for months with no complaints and he could see she was on edge, but soon she'd be fine as silk. He'd made an excuse to still be there at closing and they had been talking, nice this time. Mac had questions about Michael, and she answered them all, showed him his recent school pictures from her wallet and gave him one to carry around.
It was a good night until Mac turned from the jukebox after picking some songs and looked at her, "Oh, they're playing our song." He watched her features soften at the memory of them dancing on Izzy's porch all those years ago. Those had been good times for them, hopeful times, memories that now just made them both so sad. It had almost happened for them. The familiar words to "You and Me" came on and Julie frowned, the night had been going so well.
"Why did you put on that song?" She asked, "Are you that hell bent on making me miserable?"
"Dance with me..." Mac said softly.
"I don't think so..."
"Please Jules," He held out his hand, "I won't tell Jack." He said with half a snicker and locked his eyes on hers, "Please, just one dance?"
Julie took a long sip of her soda and set it down on the bar, "One dance, then I'm out of here."
"That's all I'm asking for." Mac replied, and then added with a grin, "I mean we could play pool if ya want."
He winked at her and nodded towards the billiard table where he had once gone down on her after a game of pool years ago.
"No thank you," Julie said as she stood up and stumbled a bit.
"As you wish..." He answered and took her by the hand to the dance floor and pulled her close to him, too close for her but for once she didn't feel like objecting.
"Fuck, it's hot in here," Julie pulled at her shirt as they moved around the dance floor and Mac watched the sweat dripping down her collarbone, he wanted the lick every drop of sweat off of every part of her body; he had been dreaming of it for weeks. Mac smiled at the thought about how many times in prison he jerked off thinking about her, now she was here for him to take. He was tired of waiting, tonight was going to be the night.
Some men got turned off after a woman became a mother but for him, it was an aphrodisiac; he wanted her so much more after Michael was born and now. She was the mother of his child, that made her so much more attractive to him, and she was going to be his again, come hell or high water, fuck Jack Kaufman.
He watched as she struggled with her shirt, his plan was working, it was a dirty trick, but he wasn't above it. She hadn't even noticed the pills he slipped into her drink.
"Have some water," He said helping her to pull her shirt over her head, letting it drop on the floor and handing her a water bottle. She only had on her skirt and her old Doc Marten boots now and he loved the view. This was worth the wait almost.
Mac was well aware that they both had to drink a shit ton of water or their brains would literally fry in their heads from this drug. Dumb ass people were dying all the time on X because they forgot about that fact, dehydration was a real threat. But the high was unbelievable, you felt like you ruled the world and all you wanted to do was talk and fuck.
"Water, water, water," She drank, moaning at how wet and cool it was. Some of it slipped over her lips and down her chin between her breasts. It was all he could do not to jump her right there, he settled for just licking his lips. Mac's dick started to twitch at the sounds she was making, he hadn't even touched her and she sounded like she was getting it good.
His own brain was getting cloudy with thoughts of getting her out of her clothes as soon as possible and then he saw it in her face; recognition. "Did you dose me?"
Mac grinned and nodded, "I took it too, don't worry. "
"What did you give me?" She screamed half-heartedly because she was already stoned and feeling fine.
He pulled his own shirt off and dropped it on the floor, "Just a little X," Mac drank his water and gazed at her, "You and I haven't had fun together in a long time."
For a moment she looked angry, but she couldn't quite get there because she was high as a fucking kite already.
"It has been a long time hasn't it," Julie sighed clearly affected from the drug now.
He slipped his hands down both her arms, "I know you want this, you still feel it..."
Julie didn't answer, but she didn't disagree and she didn't say no.
"Hope you ate a good dinner baby..." He said, "Cause we're gonna fuck all night long."
Julie wanted to be mad but it was impossible. The euphoric effect of the drug made her desire him once again and she was in his arms now. He backed her up into the pool table, and put his hands on either side of her, trapping her. This time she didn't want to be free, his instincts had been right, she did want him, she just needed a push, a chemical push, that was true, but just a little.
No one ever said Mac Garcia wasn't pushy anyway, he was the epitome of pushy, physically and now, chemically.
"Remember the last time ..." He said as he brought his face to her neck, his lips touched her skin and he breathed her scent in deeply. He let his nose move along her collarbone as he inhaled, he already decided to cum inside of her, he wanted to get her pregnant again.
Julie just giggled as he came closer and ran his teeth over her neck and chest. He picked her up and sat her on the pool table, placed his hands on her bare knees, looking right into her eyes and spread her legs.
"Back up on the pool table with your legs spread for me huh, Jules," He breathed into her ear, "This time you won't have to scratch to get my dick inside ya."
"Still charming as ever I see." She answered and pushed her lips into his, she kissed him and Mac's eye went wide, he should have done this months ago.
" Still a smart ass I see," He laughed, "It's ok, I kinda like it now."
He brought his lips to her neck and she leaned into him in surrender, he smiled against her skin, this was the best part, he loved her surrender. He loved the way her body just yielded to him like he was something special.
"I'm getting married I can't do this..." She said suddenly but without much force, it was hard to fight when you were stoned. Mac lay three sweet kisses on her neck and she sighed, there was no way she would say no to him now, she wanted him too much and for too long.
Mac just continued until his hands were on her breasts and he made sure his lips remained on her neck, right where she liked it, he bit softly, just enough, "Come on Jules don't be a buzzkill."
Nirvana was on the jukebox now, one of his personal favorites. People always thought he liked that shit-kicking country music or classic rock, but they were wrong, Mac was all about the grunge.
"Would you believe me when I tell you.
You're the queen of my heart.
Please don't deceive me when I hurt you,
Just ain't the way it seems,
Can you feel my love buzz?
Can you feel my love buzz?
Can you feel my love buzz?
Can you feel my love buzz?"
Mac pulled her against him once more, he was all in her space and making her heart pound like he always did, there was something about him that she could never resist and now her defenses were way down. Julie didn't move and he looked her dead in the eye, his deep blue eyes were so beautiful to her still. She had struggled to forget those eyes, for such a long time.
For years Julie had dreams about him sometimes, spent many nights tossing and turning over his eyes and everything else about him, even as Jack had slept right next to her. Now she couldn't look away from them, or from him. He was all she could think of now, Mac was all she wanted for the rest of her days.
The kiss was soft at first but then he felt her respond and that was all the encouragement he needed. He pushed her lips apart with his and gave her the dirtiest kiss that she had ever had. He filled her mouth up with his tongue and moaned against her lips, Julie felt her knees buckle and somehow she knew at that moment that she would never kiss anyone else ever again.
Then their hands were all over each other in a frenzy and he was pushing her down on the pool table. She went willingly, bringing her hands up to his hair and gripping it hard, Mac liked when she pulled his hair, she had remembered that from before. Groaning, he kissed her like she was the last drink of water on a 100-degree day and he was dying of thirst, devouring her mouth with his.
Mac had been dying for a long time; he was starved for her, and she for him, even though she had tried to deny it and make a life with someone else. Now, even with pharmaceutical assistance, it was so clear how badly she wanted him.
"Mac, we can't do this now, here!" She breathed out in between kisses, but he kept kissing her, plundering her mouth with his tongue, kissing her lips raw. There was no way he was stopping this time, no way in hell.
He wasn't taking no for an answer, "Yes we can." He whispered into her ear. "We can do anything we want."
That made her giggle against his cheek and he kissed her again with even more determination and more tongue, while his hands skimmed under her lacy bra to her bare breasts. He snapped the front clasp of her bra with one hand and pulled it off of her, bringing his hand right back to tease her nipples as his teeth skimmed over her earlobe.
His kisses lit a fire deep inside of her that she thought was snuffed out forever, but with each touch, it burned brighter. With Mac's hands all over her, it was ignited like wildfire, out of control as his hands roamed over her body. She was his and she always had been.
"Just say yes baby." Mac groaned against the skin of her neck and she nodded relinquishing all the power to him. His hot, wet mouth traveled down her neck, leaving a wet trail that he blew hot air on. Julie was unbuckling his pants before she knew what she was doing in a total fever of need that she never had with anyone else. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and picked her up, walking a few feet until he was holding her against the door so he could get closer still to her, skin to skin, he needed it like air.
Her nails raked down his back as her hands traveled over his hard body, causing chills to erupt all over his skin, he couldn't wait another second to be inside of her. She was finally in his arms where she belonged. His dick was throbbing like a motherfucker and he had to have her before his body exploded from need.
Julie was dizzy with feeling and emotion as she felt him hiking her skirt up, pulling her panties off; she made no effort to stop him and then he was inside her. "Oh fuck yes!" he groaned as he gripped her legs, she was so warm and wet around him, so tight, he could tell it had been a long time since she'd had sex and he smiled to himself.
He fit her perfectly, stretching her until it burned so good with his perfect cock. There was no going back and gripping each other tight they both let out a moan of total mind numbing bliss. He could feel her boots against his ass and it spurred him on to fuck her harder; his jeans weren't even halfway down his legs, she still had her skirt on and they did not give a fuck. This was going to be life changing, it was going to cause a whole bunch of trouble but it was so worth the shit storm it was going to start.
"Oh God, I missed you so much." He moaned against her neck, and she felt his teeth as he bit her flesh softly and she arched into him more. His grip on her thighs was sure to leave a bruise, she missed the marks he put on her, her body never felt so alive then when he had his hands on her.
"Mmmmmmmmmm." Was all she could manage as she felt his hips rolling against hers in that sweet rhythm that was always theirs. Mac plunged his hands into her hair and breathed in her scent deeply, her fragrance that was so familiar and welcome to him filled his brain. "I fucking love you." She breathed out.
"I knew it." He said pulling her legs up more to get deeper inside her, he needed to be deeper, in a frenzy now, slamming her against the door as it creaked, and he just pushed harder and harder inside of her, "I knew it, I knew it wasn't over for us."
Julie wrapped her legs around him tighter and he let out a groan as he kissed her again, then his lips were on her neck and sucking hard. The bruise was going to be deep, she gave fuck all at this point; the sensations he was giving her had been long forgotten, needed for desperately for so long, and the marks he was putting on her would be reminders for days every time she looked in the mirror.
"Say you're mine, mine forever." He breathed against her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat like the sweetest candy, sucking hard again to leave another hickey on her so there was no doubt who she belonged to. Their bodies were skin to skin, slippery with sweat and joined together. Their faces were close, cheek to cheek, and their grip on each other tight as he went at her with five years of pent up lust and rage. There was nothing on this earth better than a hate fuck in Mac's opinion.
"I'm yours." She breathed out as he pushed against her faster, rocking the door against the hinges so much it sounded like it was going to break. "Forever."
"Say you love me again." The old door banging on the hinges sounded like the place was going to fall down around them and they didn't notice it at all, Mac and Julie were both so lost to each other, nothing else mattered, not even the fact that he had drugged her, "I love you, Jules it's always been you."
"I love you, I love you, I love you." She whispered as she brought her lips to his ear. That was the thing, Molly made you say what was in your heart without fear of repercussions, people took it so they could talk. Julie couldn't hold back her words, it all came flooding out like a tidal wave; for the first time in years, she didn't want to and neither did he. They said words of endearment and sexual banter to each other with no fear, like it had been once with them before it all went to shit.
Now, they groped at each other like teenagers, his hands were all over her and everywhere he touched her left a lingering trail to the next spot. The X was coursing through both of them as Julie took hold of his hair and he felt it everywhere; fucking on X was mind blowing. Everything was intense, everything felt ten times as good and amazing, so amazing that you never wanted to stop. Mac could fuck all night long like this and he intended to; before he was done with her she was going to be used up and spent in a heap on the floor.
"Only me." He gasped out, pulling her hips against his as she yanked his hair and scratched her nails over his skin making him moan out loud, "Oh fuck! That's it, baby. More, hurt me."
"Only you." Julie gasped as she gripped his arms almost to the point of drawing blood, trying to wiggle against him, chasing the fire that was consuming her right down to her soul. "Only you."
"Tell me he never made you feel like this." He didn't even care if it wasn't true, he just needed her to say it; they would figure it all out later.
"Only you make me feel this way." She gasped.
Mac kissed her hard, reclaiming her and he wasn't done yet. "Tell me again." He pulled her close against him, gripped her legs harder, letting his fingers dig into her thighs and rolled his hips against hers, making her eyes roll back in her head.
"Never anyone else but you." And that was the truth. "Only you make me feel this way, it's always been you." She fell back against the wall as she hung onto him for dear life as her entire body started to tingle and overheat, "Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna..."
The feel of his skin on hers and the rest of him was unbearable, she felt the pressure starting to build fast and he knew it was coming. Mac knew her and exactly how her body worked like no one else did. He reached down between them where they were joined and slid his fingers on either side of her clit, nice and slow. Julie was sobbing now, big fat tears were rolling down her face from the emotions of being with him again.
"Now cum, Julie, Cum, cum on me, cum on me." He demanded. "Cum all over my dick Julie. Cum. On. Me!" He yelled and it echoed off the walls of the silent room
Mac set out to push all her buttons and his words drove her body towards what he wanted and it came upon her. Julie felt it deep in her core and in her soul, spreading through her entire body; he was bringing her where she wanted to be in record speed. His other hand moved over her nipple like he had been doing it forever and then he followed that with his lips all the while still pounding her against the door.
He had something with her, that no one else could ever give him; total mind numbing, screaming, yelling, cursing, passion that spread like a wildfire between them and would never be put out again.
"Do it, fucking do it." He yelled.
"Fuck, fuck! Oh fuck Yes, Mac!" She moaned as her head banged against the door lightly and her eyes rolled back in her head from his words and body, Mac kept his lips and hands on her as she rode the wave as far as she could. "Fuck me, ohmygod yes."
Everything went black before her eyes, his fingers moved against her clit as she fell apart in his arms, her body trembled and shook and Mac buried his face in her neck. It was like the tidal wave that was their life together before it all went wrong and she cried out and pulled him close against her. He slammed against her as her body pulled his over the edge right after her.
"Goddammit, oh fuck." He swore as her pussy squeezed the life out of him and gripped his cock like a vice, screaming, Mac came harder than he had in years. "Goddammit, fuck, fuck, mother fucker, ahhhhhh."
The stayed that way for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath, holding each other in silence, as aftershocks rippled through both of them, there was nothing else to say. Then he let her down and held her, Julie lay her head on his shoulder and pulled him against her.
"I didn't say anything to you just now that wasn't true." She said and he hugged her tighter.
"I know." He said.
"We won't remember tomorrow will we?" She asked.
"I will."