Sleep deprivation
He's slept maybe a whole half hour and god he's sure its worse than if he hadn't slept at all.
He'd fallen asleep on top of the covers waiting for her.
Window open door locked light on.
For nothing.
He's not even sure why he thought she was serious. She hasn't been serious about anything else...it was just her underwear on his bed had felt like a promise and he was sure he'd done a good job in the closet.
In fact he knew he'd done a good job, hell the entire frat knew he'd done a good job but he'd still spent the entire night alone.
There was a travel mug full of coffee outside his bedroom door when he opened the door.
It was 8:30 safe zone would be ending in a half an hour and the house wasn't nearly as empty as the day before.
Mac had been cutting her way through the competition and it showed in the activity of the house.
It wasn't nearly the ghost town it had been just yesterday.
He bent down and picked up the mug.
There was a message on it.
I stopped by but you were asleep. Too bad.
Bull fucking shit he was.
Wait what?
He lifts the cup.
Love Mac
He's not sure he can breathe.
He grabs a hold of the door frame to make sure he keeps up right.
It really says that right?
Love Mac
"Pete!" He yells out stopping his brother at the other end of the hall, he stomps over and shoves the coffee in his face, "read this."
Pete is silent for a moment, "uh huh?"
"Out loud dipshit."
"I stopped by but you were asleep. Too bad. Love Mac?" Pete raises an eyebrow at him, "so what, you really want everyone to know that you didn't have sex with your girlfriend last night?"
Pete is obviously missing the point.
Dick shakes his head and goes back to his room to change. Maybe a shower will help keep him awake.
He took a swig of the coffee and stopped mid step to look at the mug.
God the coffee is amazing.
It was his perfect coffee it was exactly the way he liked it.
He has a problem.
He has a couple of problems.
None of which are the coffee, all of which are the coffee maker.
He's so out of it he actually goes to his morning class.
Sitting down heavily beside Logan he's staring at the mug. Blue marker against the stainless steel.
It's her writing right? This isn't some horrible prank by someone in the frat...Turner? It totally could be, he was obviously still sore at him for exercising his right to Mac. Well probably mostly because he punched him in the face. But still.
"I can't believe you remembered you had a test today." Logan sounds surprised.
"Test..." He looks around, "what the fuck class is this?"
Logan's face drops, the disappointment evident.
"Mac's your friend right..." He narrows his eyes at Logan.
Logan shrugs, "yeah I guess so."
He pushes the cup in front of his face, "is this her writing or is someone fucking with me?"
Logan's biting back laughter.
"Oh someone's fucking with you all right but its Mac's writing."
Dick takes it back and stares at it, "what does it mean?" He takes another sip of the coffee and a test drops onto his desk. Well if you can call it that, the thing is all one huge essay question and all Dick wanted to do is sleep.
Well and have sex with Mac.
Who he thinks might be his girlfriend...he'd know if she was thou right?
Logan drops a pencil down on his desk and taking a deep breath he starts his essay.
Think about economics Richard.
Economics...
He gets half way through his test before he falls asleep on it.
Mac climbs through his bedroom window and crawls onto the bed. Her body above him, straddling him barely touching.
"Have you been a good boy?"
Her whisper is dark and he shakes his head no.
She leans back, sitting on his lap, the pressure unbearable and hot and god he wants inside her.
She pulls her theta sweater over her head and tosses it to the floor. She unbuttons her skirt and tosses it to the floor as well.
She's sitting on him in her underwear and he moves to touch her and her hand is heavy on his chest.
"No." Her voice is that beautiful dark, she pulls a length of rope from behind her and ties his hands to the bed.
Painfully tight.
"Mac..."
She leans down careful not to touch him. He can feel the heat of her body fall off of her and he wants to touch her. Straining his hands against the rope.
Too skilled with knots he decides.
She pulls him a little roughly out of his pants. She doesn't bother removing his clothes, fuck she doesn't even bother with her own.
She moved her underwear to the side and slides right down onto him.
He's yanking on the ropes, bucking up against her.
God he wants to touch her.
He's sure he'll just fucking die if he doesn't get to feel her skin under his fingers.
"Mac...please..." He begs her and her attention is immediately on him, her smile dark.
"Dick..."
"Please Cindy."
All movement stops, she's sitting on him and she feels amazing, wet and hot and tight and deep. The look on her face changes.
It softens and lightens.
"Richard..." his name is this beautiful breathy thing and he thinks he might actually like it when she says it.
"Please untie me I need to touch you. I need to..."
"And why is that?"
"First times are supposed to be gentle and slow and loving and I just...I need to touch you."
She leans forward sliding up the length of him and he gasps out and her fingers are on the rope and his hands and she let's him free.
He sits up and wraps his hands around her body, his hands touching as much of her skin as possible.
"I love you too." She whispers into his skin and he falls off the bed.
He fell out of his desk.
"Mr. Casablancas I understand that the material can be a bit dry but normally they save falling asleep for my lectures rather than during the tests."
"Shit." He hisses in pain pulling himself back up into his desk.
He bullshits as much as possible for the rest of his essay padding the thing and biting the inside of his mouth to keep himself awake.
Sex dreams he can handle hell he loved sex dreams and the ones of Mac had always been great but that..that was different.