Dibs (M-ish sort of?)
He watches her and Veronica sneak out of the back of the meeting.
He's been having far too vivid daydreams of her all day and after the blue quad they've involved a surprising amount of paint, blue paint across her pale skin, chest heaving...mouth wet...body just begging for...oh shit focus!
Do not get a boner.
Don't you do it.
His teeth sink into his lip and he focuses on the parquet flooring as he finishes his talk on sportsmanship.
"If I find out someone isn't following the rules you can say goodbye to the social event of the season." He tells them harshly and there's a murmur across the room because no pi has ever been banned from sex quest before.
Everyone knows it's the social event of the year he doesn't think it necessary to be so blunt about it in front of so many points.
"You wanted this, you begged me to make it happen and I did so don't think I won't take away privileges." He steps away from the front of the room and sits down next to the empty seats in the back.
It's just as well that she's gone. He had no idea what he was going to say. He just knew that Adam's desperate attempts to get her attention twisted his gut.
He had meant to sit with Kimmy, the girls' social chair but Mac had just been sitting there quietly her fingers running along the muzzle of her weighted gun and her chest moving probably a little faster than it should have been and her face a little flushed and hadn't been able to stop himself.
He'd noticed the tiny little movements of her legs, the obvious need for friction and hoped to god that she was thinking about him.
He had wanted her so badly pressed against her earlier, all body heat and hair and eyes and skill and fuck.
He needed to not be around all these people.
He left for the bathroom, second floor away from the prying ears of the Greek system to take matters into hand.
He's never really been into violence and dominant chicks before, not in fantasy land but the heat in her words and how straight she stood and how calm and skilled she was just did it for him.
A lot.
His forehead resting against the mirror his eyes closed tight pulling on the vivid images he'd been able to create all day for her.
Her wet mouth and her paint stained skin and the roll of her body and that sound she'd make.
A sudden soft gasp.
Yeah just like that.
"Oh my god I'm sorry."
His eyes snapped open and there she stood. Eyes wide staring at him, skin flushed, chest moving too fast, mouth wet.
He looked at her his lungs frozen.
Say something, say something or put it back in your pants man.
"Close the door." He tells her firmly and he's impressed with how steady and dark the sound is when she's standing there in just a tank top and some little shorts with her toothbrush in hand.
She closes the door.
She's on the wrong side of it. She's standing in the bathroom with her back pressed against the door.
"Seriously?" He asks and god please let her be serious. He watches her wet her lips and it's too slow, her tongue sweeping across her bottom lip slow and distracted.
Yeah she's staring at him and she doesn't even seem ashamed of it, which is kind of super hot.
Yeah he is totally for bold Mac.
"You just here to watch?" He asks and he can see her grip on the toothbrush get white knuckle.
She nods.
She fucking nods!
Fuck she's just going to watch.
Fuck there is something very hot about that.
He moves his hand but keeps his eyes on her locked and when a moan is pulled from his mouth shortly afterwards she is spurred into movement.
The wrong movement as far as he's concerned because her toothbrush is on the floor and the door slammed closed and he's alone and on fire and god is he going to plough into her the second she is covered in his paint.
He finishes up, cleans up and considers stealing her toothbrush.
He just puts it on the counter and leaves.
All of Greek row is a safe zone until tomorrow and he had been planing on seducing his target to lure her out of the zone but he's kind of fucking beat.
God.
Her eyes on him...fuck...
"So you're friends with her then?" Adam falls into step with him as he makes his way back to the pi sig house.
"Sort of." He doesn't like lying to his brothers, he's never been a very at it anyway, Cassidy had always been able to call him out, but this lie was barely one at all. He has a something going on with Mac.
"Did you..." Adam falters and it's almost cute. Seriously he should learn how to do that cute fumbling thing on purpose. He'd do a lot better at sex quest that way.
Maybe he'd get Kyle talk to him about that (he was their drama student).
"Trust me Adam," He claps him on the back, "Mackie isn't the type of girl for you." He tells him darkly because apparently she's the type of girl for him, he had a feeling she might be when he'd felt her against him in the quad and he had no doubt when he'd seen her nod.
Sure she had split too quick to make anything of it but it had promise.
Kinky promise which he was all about.
"You're probably right..." Adam shrugs, disappointed but taking it way better than he'd expected for the teenage girl with a crush he'd been that afternoon, "Turner has dibs anyway." he tells him walking into the house, leaving Dick standing on the lawn looking up that house.
Dibs? What the fuck was that? If dibs was a thing he totally had it. He'd had dibs since the ninth grade when she'd punched Madison in the face. Wow apparently he liked Mac violent. Where did he have to go to call dibs anyway? Where the fuck was Turner?