Weakness
Dick is positive that's the hottest thing that's ever happened to him.
Mac kneeling in front of him still smelling of gun powder pulling him out of his pants. Looking at him like she wanted to fucking devour him.
He'd never really thought about eye contact before but she'd barely broken it as she slid her mouth down him.
He had wanted to take hold if her badly but he didn't want to ruin the view.
She swallowed.
She fucking swallowed. Maybe that's where she got her protein from? He hated the idea as soon as he'd had it because he didn't want anyone else to see that. Didn't want her mouth on anyone else.
Mine
If the blow job itself hadn't been amazing enough paired with her letting him finish in her mouth, she had licked him clean.
Her tongue soft and gentle against him like that was the natural progression of things.
Fuck
He had to win that game. He needed to win it right fucking now.
He waves goodbye to Clyde as he goes back to his car.
He needs to destroy his target. He hasn't shot anyone all day.
Picking up the coffee mug he looks at the blue writing again.
Love Mac
Okay.
If her loving him meant keeping that sarcasm and a little darkness to her. If her loving him meant bj's in public places with crazy hot eye contact and tender touches afterward he can totally get behind it.
He hopes the thetas have a good washing machine because Dana is about to get a little blue.
And afterward he's going to have a nap.
He has the nap first.
A really long nap.
He's missed all of his other classes. He looks at Dana's picture and flips it to look at the back. It says exactly what he thought it would, virgin double points.
He wonders what it says on the back of Macs picture.
He'll find out soon enough.
And the second she's got his paint across her chest he is picking her up and carrying her to the nearest bed.
The sex daydreams are getting a lot less rough. Getting slower and softer and with hand holding and shit.
He may actually like her as a person and not just as points.
He's not even sure how many points she'd be worth at this point. Her stock has been going up he knows that.
Bandit had already changed her points when he did the research for the target information.
She'd gained more points than he thought she would just for gaining the Greek letters.
He had to stop thinking about her and focus on his target. But not thinking about Mac was getting increasingly difficult.
He dodged across the quad, still tainted blue and found Dana, she darted across the hall to cover and he was impressed. She really didn't want to lose.
He wouldn't want to lose either if it meant giving up her double points to Chip. He was sure that's what the deal was.
He feels almost a little bad for it but it only takes two shots to take her target.
One to the wall beside her hiding place to smoke her out and one to her leg to claim her target.
"Sorry Dana but I..."
"Yeah yeah blah blah blah you love Mac blah blah here." She slaps the envelope into his hand and walks away towards the house no doubt to take the tally of who was still in the game.
He doesn't love her.
She loves him.
It was kind of a huge difference.
He hides in the bathroom to read his new target.
Please be Mac.
Please please please let it be Mac.
He'd go right back to Clyde's smear her with paint and take her, right fucking there.
Against the booth at the back.
It's not her.
Gah!
All he wants is the big bedroom, his presidency bid, and Mac in his bed.
Seriously is it too much to ask for?
His target is Kelly.
A brother who apparently has a fondness for the girls soccer team.
He could enlist a girl in her uniform to have trouble with her car.
Or he could just do this, "Kelly! Have you seen Chip yet?"
Kelly turns to look at him confused, "I just saw Chip..."
"Oh really?"
He shoots him in the chest. One handed, while yawning. To be fair the yawn is mostly just because he's still tired.
"God damn it Dick I was doing really well. I just got this target."
"Yeah yeah." He snatches the envelope and they walk back to the frat together. The day is over enough and the meeting is in ten minutes or so, "so who'd you have anyway?"
Kelly smirks at him...
No...
No way...
"You didn't." He rips the envelope a little bit opening it and bam.
There she is.
Staring back at him in her Theta picture, a bright blue ribbon in her damn hair. She looks kind of pissed and she's looking straight at him and he is all kinds of keeping this picture.
Cindy 'Mac' Mackenzie
Beaver
Computer Science
California
Ringer
He wonders how many guys saw that and thought that Mac had a fondness for girls.
He stops in the middle of the road staring at the words in Bandit's messy writing and feels dirty.
That's his brothers girlfriend.
He flips to look at her picture again and can remember the feel of her mouth and the taste of her and the taste of himself in her mouth. He's the worst brother ever.
"Dick are you coming?" He looks up and Mac is standing on the porch of the Theta house looking out at him with what is probably concern.
Was she just weak to his genes?
He doubted it he had very little in common with his too smart too dead brother.
If she liked him it was in spite of his genetics.
He closed the distance between them and leans down to speak into her ear, his hand goes to her back holding her close to him, "If you want me to come you'll have to do a little more than just stand there looking hot." he whispers roughly, pressing her harder into him.
"Would it help if I told you I've been thinking about you all afternoon?" She asks her voice a dark whisper.
"Oh really? And what kind of thoughts were those?"
"If I wear a skirt next time we go to the range together will you fuck me against the booth? I promise not to wear any panties."
"I..." He falters and with a smirk she slips from him and disappears into the house.
How does she do that? Just completely throw him like that. Did she used to do that to Beaver?
No... This wasn't blushing virgin Mac, not his Cindy, his Cindy knew what she wanted and fuck he was going to do everything in his power to give it to her. Her hair still smelled of the gun range so she'd been there pretty much all day, she couldn't have gone through that many targets today.
He sat down next to her in the back of the room and wondered how she could look like nothing had happened between them at all. That nothing was really that different when as far as he could tell everything was.
He put his arm across the back of her chair again and she settles back against him like it's the most normal thing in the world, he kind of wishes it was normal. Maybe it would be normal.
He wouldn't expect this to last if he was sure she was playing him.
Is she still playing him?
"There's a new first place." Dana tells the room and it pulls his attention away from Mac, is she in the lead now? Is that what this strange confidence is all about? She's winning and soon he'll be tied to his bed begging to touch her?
"Congratulations Veronica."
"Veronica?" Dick looks at Mac and she doesn't seem all that surprised at all.
He leans down to her, his mouth on her ear he watches her legs press together slightly and is pleased with himself, "Why aren't you surprised?"
Mac pulls Veronica's photo out of her pocket just enough for him to see before she slides it back in.
"Well that will make things interesting." He pulls her photo from his pocket and tosses it onto her lap.
"You have my...how long?"
She wants to know if he had her target at the gun range. She can't honestly think that he wouldn't have taken her out on sight and fucked her against that booth like she wants?
He pulls back and looks at her, she does think that. She thinks he's had her target for long enough to have killed her now. How cute is that? Where did all that bravado go?
"Pack a bag Mackenzie." he tells her softly pulling her attention back to him. She's looking at him with wide confused nervous eyes, "You won't be leaving my room for a week...at least." he promises and it seems to pump her up a little.
"You have to catch me first Casablancas." she teases him and god help him he loves it.