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Lucy had forced Marshall to swear that he wouldn't tell Mac what had happened with Mike before he'd re-entered the bar the previous night. He hadn't been happy about it but in the end he'd promised, even if he knew Mac would kick his ass from one end of the town to the other if he ever found out he was keeping something from him. Especially if that something involved Lucy.
Even so and everything considered, the rest of the night went well. Agh who was she trying to kid anyway? It had gone VERY well. Walter had given her the keys at the end of the night and seeing as it was Mac's birthday, asked her for one thing only. That he have a bar left to actually come back to. She'd thanked him and gave him her word that she would throw out the first one who misbehaved. So after one or two or three shots, the tension left in her body after Mike's visit slowly seeped out of her. As the night, well morning wore on, she had no idea what she was drinking. Bottles and shots just seemed to keep appearing in front of her and she made short work of each one. She also had no idea what time it was when Mac and his friends had finally given up on their pool 'tournament' as non of them could remember at that point who was in the lead, and also the fact that they had begun missing an awful lot of balls and as far as Lucy could tell it was mainly the white ball with the cue. After that, Mac had very much turned his attention fully on to her. He'd grabbed her on her way back from the bathroom and backed her up against the wall. He immediately ground his hips against her, making her fully aware of his 'intention' as it was now pressing against the top of her thigh. In her alcoholic haze, the moment his lips took ownership of hers, as far as she was concerned, the two of them were suddenly the only people left on the planet, never mind the bar. But then one of the very few brain cells that weren't brain cells that wasn't staggering about soaked in Tequila suddenly reminded her that they weren't. Gently she'd pushed him away and quickly turned his frown upside down when she leaned in and whispered her very own intentions into his ear. After that Mac took it upon himself to clear the bar on her behalf. Fast.
She forced Mac to get a cab back, despite him grumbling something about not being a pussy, but he was in no way shape or form in any fit state to drive. He was however, and not to put to finer point on it, more than fine for fucking! As she started to wake at what she guessed was well after morning by now, the first thing she heard was the sound of she shower running. The first thing she felt was the throbbing in her head and the grit in her eyes. They were closely followed by the feeling and taste in her mouth that she guessed was similar to what it would feel like if you'd been licking your living room carpet. She opened her eyes slightly, sure the first bit of sunlight would burn her renters out. Thankfully Mac had seen fit to keep the curtains closed, probably because his head was in about as good a shape as hers right now. That's when she caught sight of the silky red cloth on his pillow. Oh right yeah, the gag. And through all the pain she felt herself smile.
"You see what happens when you tease me? You're making me do this you little whore!" The memory of his voice sent an instant flush of warmth through her belly before it travelled down lower. She pulled the blankets up, snuggled down, and with stupid smile still on her face, the monotonous sound of the shower slowly began to lull her back towards sleep.
She wasn't sure if she'd been out for five minutes or an hour when the blast of cold air hit her body, only to be closely followed by a quick, warm, wet suck against her right nipple, then cold air again as the warmth suddenly popped off her. When she opened her eyes again, Mac was starring down at her, looking far more fresh and gorgeous than he had any right to look after last night.
"Gotta go out for a while. Won't be too long. Then I'll be back...for more of the same."
"So I wasn't enough for you last night huh?" she said, rolling onto her stomach and dropping her head onto Mac's pillow.
"Oh baby you know I'm greedy when it comes to sweet things...and that is a sweet ass!"Lucy rolled her eyes and smiled.
"No kidding, exactly how many of your teeth marks can you count back there? Oww!" she squealed suddenly as Mac slapped her ass and got up off the bed. "Where are you going anyway? Thought you had today off."
"Just gotta run to the shop for an hour you know Bobby can't do shit left to himself. Best get in that shower. They reckon it ain't safe to do anything too physical when you ain't warmed up properly."He said heading for the door.
"Hmm, maybe you're right." she said pushing herself up onto her elbows "I think I'll make it a nice soapy one."she purred as she dropped her eyes to her breasts.
"You're a bitch!"Mac as he pretty much tripped over his own feet.
"I love you too!"She giggled as she dropped back onto her pillow.
Lucy, showered, dressed (in something she didn't mind too much getting ripped) then made herself coffee. Her stomach really wasn't ready for food yet. The second her butt hit the sofa, there was a loud knock at the door. "Oh are you fucking serious?"she mumbled to herself before getting up to answer it.
"Before you even say anything. I want you to know that I'm sorry! Lucy I'm so sorry I had no right talking to you that way!"Mike's torrent of an apology was tumbling out of his mouth before she had the door completely open.
"Mike now really isn't..."
"Look I know you're pissed at me and you have every right to be. But just...5 minutes. That's all I want...Please?"she sighed and walked away from the door. Leaving him to make his own way in.
Inside she sat down at the table and he sat opposite. "OK look. Lulu..."she shot him daggers at the use of her nickname. As far as she was concerned he'd temporarily (maybe) lost all rights to using it. "Lucy...you have to know by now how much I care about you..."
"Oh yeah I do!"She jumped in "You proved that to me last night when you called me a whore in front of a bar full off people."
"I know, I know, and I'm a prick."
"Yeah you are."
"But...I care...I...love you too much to see you being lied to any more."Lucy sat back, then leaned forward. Crossed her arms then re crossed them on the table. She was sure which part of that sentence to take in first, but seeing as she'd always pretty much known about the first part; she'd just never heard him say it, she zoned in on the last bit.
"What are you talking about? Lied to? Who's lieing to me?"Mike reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. He placed it on the table and pushed across to where she sat. "I just need you to watch something."