A/N: Being with other men had always felt like she had no agency. With Scott, the nightmares were gone and there was nothing more to fear.
A story similar to Like You Do but for Mackenzie and Scott. I hope anyone that decides to read enjoys this! :) I usually do this for most of my stories like this so for reference — ages:
Scott - 32
Mackenzie - 27
Freya - 3 1/2
At this time of the night, she had somewhat become accustomed to waking up in a cold sweat. A strangled sob clawing its way up her throat. Her scattered memories that come in flashes of being trapped in that classroom again with Preston. But tonight, not for a long while actually, she doesn't wake up from her nightmares, she woke up to rumbling thunder that was making its presence known in Grandview's dark sky.
Mackenzie sighed, fiddling with the edge of the sheet before flipping on her side and watching the rise and fall of her boyfriend's chest. She snorted, just for a moment, thinking how Scott could probably sleep through an earthquake.
Lightening sets the sky on fire again, and as if he could read her thoughts and sought to prove her wrong even in his sleep, Scott cracked open an eye, glanced at the raindrops that were racing each other down the windowpane, and muttered something incoherently. He reached for her waist, curling her body around his before he was out like a light again. He was even snoring quietly in the crevice of her neck.
She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling ruefully. Things were better than they had been in a long time.
"Mack," his voice was thick with sleep as he rose again, and she knew for some reason that she never would get tired of hearing his voice in this raspy state, no matter how old they got. He reached his arm over her body, blindly reaching for the clock that sat on the stand on her side of the bed. "It's four in the morning. I have to be up soon."
"I know. I'm sorry. The storm woke me." She settled into the space he created with his arm and she sighed, feeling his warmth roll over her like a wave. "I can't sleep."
Scott brushed his thumb over the worry lines that have tattooed themselves onto her forehead. "You're thinking too much." He sighed, a laugh rumbling in his rib cage almost as deep as the thunder outside their window. "I can do some… things… to help."
The storm outside crashed in anger and thunder shook the window frames, scattering the raindrops. Lightning cracked through the house and she knew it woke Freya before she even heard her tiny little feet hit the floorboards.
"Mmm… we're about to have a visitor," she whispered, smiling at the offer as she pressed a kiss to her forehead.
For the longest time, Mackenzie thought she would be a horrible mother. But now, she wondered how she was ever anything but that. Her entire world now revolved around grins full of missing teeth and features that she could pinpoint on herself that her daughter had inherited.
And not to mention how her greatest worry seemed to be finding enough room to place all the drawings and notes that said she loved her with crooked E's and backward L's that she wouldn't trade for anything in this world.
"Uh-oh." At this point, they would have to be deaf to not hear the loud crashing feet of their daughter who cannot for the life of her, be silent. "The little monster is up."
Mackenzie laughed a belly laugh, her eyes shining in the darkness. Because it's true. Of course, she would have created the most rambunctious child to ever walk the earth. She had been the same when she was that small.
But like Freya had always been told, their daughter knocked on the bedroom door like a good little girl.
"Mama? Daddy?" A tiny little voice came through the door and her heart swelled just a little, like it always did when she heard the soft squeakiness of their daughter's voice. "Can I come in?"
"Come on in," Scott answered.
His chest vibrated with laughter as their little bird ran up to the biggy bed (as Freya had deemed it), and let out an oof as their daughter landed haphazardly in a mess of limbs and hair on his chest. Her innocent laughter bounced off the walls and ricochets off the objects that decorate the room and Mackenzie so desperately wanted to replay that precious sound of happiness that flowed from her daughter's mouth like honey.
She wanted to hear it for the rest of her life. She never wanted to leave this bed. This bed where her Scott came back to her, where they discovered each other in ways that patched their wounds and anchored themselves to one another.
This bed that was burdened down with nightmares and tears and bursting at the seams with joy and laughter that echoes throughout the dimensions of their little life they've started together. Their safe little cocoon. Protecting them from the dark and the creatures under the bed and the monsters in the closet.
"How about we go to the park tomorrow?" She whispered, catching her attention.
The little girl shrieked with joy and Mackenzie laughed at Scott's expression of mock pain, her scream right next to his ear. "And have a picnic?!" Her little girl vibrated with excitement and she nodded, grinning.
"And if you're good we may go to get ice cream." At this point, the child could not be happier, and she jumped from Scott's lap to wrap her chubby little arms around her mother's neck.
"T'ank you, Mama!" Freya still had not mastered her grammar, and sometimes she wished she never would. Just to hear her little girl's voice catch on certain words never ceased to bring a smile to her face.
Mackenzie returned the kiss her daughter gave to her in thanks. And then, as always, began to rattle away at their nightly routine of good nights-which had already been said considering she went to sleep over eight hours ago, truly, but the child cannot sleep until it was done. There was a goodnight to nana and a goodnight to papa. To her uncle Aaron, and each of her aunts. Then mama, and last but most certainly not least, Daddy, who patiently awaited his goodnight kiss and returned it with tickles that quickly turned into shrieks.
She gave Scott a peck and swats him on the chest when he playfully tried to deepen it. His laughter still made her cheeks burn, even after years together. Soon enough, the little girl settled into slumber in the small space between her parents. A sweet little girl, so deliciously oblivious to pain. Her biggest fear was a thunderstorm that had begun to slow its terror as they slept through the after-effects.
Scott glanced at Mackenzie, who stared at Freya as though she might hate her at any moment. His heart broke for her because he knew she would never stop believing that when Freya found out the truth, about her biological father, that she would somehow hate her for it all.
He placed his hand on her cheek, careful to not jostle the warm little girl between them. "Sleep, baby. You need it too."
She smiled at him. That small, grateful smile that she only reserved for him. That smile that sent a thousand chills down his spine every time she graced him with it.
And slept.
The cold spray of the water wasn't enough to wake Scott up as he sighed, leaning an arm against the tiled wall. It's Monday morning and he wasn't quite looking forward to the long shift he had at the station today and kind of wished he could rewind time back to the weekend. Back to when he helped Freya go shopping for Halloween costumes on Friday afternoon, or Saturday morning where he made special chocolate chip pancakes for his family.
Or maybe go back to Sunday afternoon where he found Mackenzie sitting on one of the bar stools in the kitchen when he came in with groceries. Papers and books were scrawled all over the counter while she studied furiously for her finals that were coming up. She was this close to graduation and he could be more proud of her.
It made him smile as he placed the grocery bags down and walked over to her, one arm sliding around her petite waist as he pressed himself gently against her back, making her still for a moment before leaning back and then ultimately, melting against him when he gently pushed her strawberry blond curls aside and pressed kisses against the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. He whispered to her to take a break because he knew she'd been at it all morning, and at first, she resisted but then he gently pulled at her earlobe with his teeth, knowing how much she liked it, bringing a breathy moan out of her, sounding beautiful to his ears.
He wanted to go back to that moment, where his fingers softly caressed her cheek before tilting her chin up so that his lips could meet hers in what was at first a slow, sweet kiss until Mackenzie deepened it, forgetting about her books and turning fully towards him, pulling him closer while her fingers tangled into his hair—and they probably would have got at it right there against the kitchen counter, since it wouldn't be the first time they did that. That was until the front door opened to reveal her sister Katie with Freya and Willow in tow, and they pulled away from each other, panting while all hot and bothered.
And as much as he loved spending time with Mackenzie and Freya, sometimes he wished he could have some alone time with the love of his life. But both of them have been so busy the past few weeks, with Freya finally starting preschool, along with him being piled with work at the station and Mackenzie working on graduating by January. Apart from some quick makeout sessions and spooning or cuddling in bed, they hadn't been intimate for a while.
Not that he was complaining, because he understands the difficulty of their situations and that it's hard to even squeeze in a few minutes where he could just hold her in his arms in peaceful silence or maybe just kiss her for a while. He was content with just being with her, but still missed that extra time alone.
He let out another sigh as he reached for the body wash, too lost in his thoughts to even notice when Mackenzie stepped into the shower with him, stepping under the spray behind him as she pressed her naked body against his back, arms snaking around his torso. It made him jump at first and knock the body wash bottle off the shelf because he's so used to being alert even if he was half awake, and it mae her giggle.
"What? Expecting someone else?" She teased, and he could feel her naked breasts press up against his back, her long hair spilling down her front and tickling his sides. "Should I be worried?"
He shook his head and smiled because no one could ever replace Mackenzie. "Just caught me off guard a little."
Her breath was warm against his skin and it made him shiver in tune with the cold water spilling down from the showerhead. She leaned in closer until that same warm breath was hitting his ear, making him shudder once more as she spoke, "I missed being alone with you in bed this morning."
Before he could even reply, her hands snuck down his stomach to the sparse trail of dark hair leading down to his erection, which was slowly responding to her every touch. And when her small fingers wrapped around him, it ripped a hitched groan out of him as she started stroking him, knowing exactly how to tease him until he was wrapped around her little finger, nearly begging for more, begging for release.
"What's that? I didn't quite hear you, baby." Her hand gently squeezed him, making him curse under his breath as he slammed a hand against the shower wall, trying to keep his balance as his head started to fog up.
"Jesus, Mack," he said, his voice coming out rougher than he expected it to. And then in a lower voice, but still audible enough for her to hear, "God, I want you so bad."
He felt her smile against his shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss and then whispering the command, "turn around."
He obeyed immediately, turning to face her and he catches a glimpse of the smirk on her face before watching her sink to her knees in front of him. Her skin glistened with the water droplets from the shower, her hair sticking to the sides of her face, and god, she looked so beautiful like that.
She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against him that nearly makes him thrust his hips forward but he controlled himself as she looked up at him, devious blue eyes locking with his gaze and, fuck, he was losing his grip on control more and more.
"Mackenzie, what about Frey?" He said out, not knowing exactly what time it was but knowing that the little girl had unpredictable and perfect timing, and was sleeping in their bed nearby.
"There's still a good thirty more minutes before she gets up," she informed him easily. "And besides, we were interrupted last night, and I don't plan on being interrupted again."
Her lips wrapped around him then, guiding him into her hot warm mouth, bobbing her head as she took him as far as she could before sucking hard and then sliding up his cock, repeating the motion over and over again until his knees started to feel weak. His head lolled back against the wall as his body started to feel on fire, making a low groan escapes his lips.
"Fuck, Mack," he said hoarsely, which only makes her moan loudly around his cock, tongue swirling around him and her lips dark and wet with saliva.
"Are you gonna come for me, baby?" She said, her voice a drawl as she looks up at him from under her hooded gaze.
He could barely form words on his tongue, and when she looked at him like that, spoke to him like that, his mind turned into mush. All he can do was nod stupidly, watching her smile deviously as carefully, she stood.
He parted her legs with his, relying on his senses to guide himself. He knew her body so well now that he could navigate it by memory, and with a few nudges, he sank inside of her. She sighed, arching back against him as he began to thrust, her hips easily catching the rhythm of his until they were both lost in the sound of their hips slapping together.
"Oh, yes… so good…" She cried out, pulling on the ends of his hair just slightly. "feels so good …"
"So do you," he whispered, reveling in the heat that surrounded him every time he entered her, missing it the second he withdrew.
Her orgasm came fast and was so beautiful that he had to see it again. His hand on her hip moved downwards, easily finding her clit. He tickled it, flicked it, wishing he could lick and suck it while he fucked her senseless. When he felt her tighten around him, heard the high cries that Mackenzie only made when coming, he let go.
After, he supported her against the wall, caressing each other as their hearts slowed and the water sprayed over them.
"Do you have to go in today?" She asked, her voice very small, like it was when they first met.
"You know I do," he said, cupping her breast as he kissed her again, his tongue sliding lazily against hers.
"What about tomorrow? Tomorrow could we just…" she trailed off, distracted as Scott's lips moved to her neck, his teeth nipping gently.
"I think we could," he said, knowing he would move mountains to make it happen. "Ned and Katie owe me endless favors for all the times I've walked in on them."
"Tomorrow then," she sighed.
"Tomorrow…" he said, parting her thighs.
"Of course, there's tonight," she said and covered his hand with hers, making it move against her.
"And an hour before I have to be at the courthouse to testify," he said.
"Do you have time for another shower?" She asked.
He smiled. "We have all the time in the world."