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It was that time of year. The time that everyone in Cainneville either cowered from or enjoyed, depending on who you were. It was Mac's birthday, a time to get shit-faced drunk, crash your cars and get into fights without any consequences. It was a night where the police didn't bother to arrest anyone or give out another mark on records, if they did that,nearly the whole town would be in that small dingy station.

Audrey was nervous for the night, not because she was on duty, but because she had to talk to Mac.

She admitted it, she was being a jealous little brat. She hadn't talked to Mac the night she went home, and she didn't the next day either. She had too much pride to admit it to Mac, but since it was his birthday today, she was going to make it up to him. Although she had to work, she knew that later that night, Mac and his friends would be heading down to Luna Mesa for a large party.

Pratt had warned Audrey about the rowdiness of Mac's birthdays, and she was slightly nervous to see what Mac's reaction would be to her turning up. It was something she had to do, otherwise she'd feel guilty and tonight was perfect.

She had eagerly sat back at her desk, impatiently tapping her foot and irritating Pratt with her irrational behaviour.

"Will you quit that insistent tapping!" He snapped tiredly, "Its not like you're on patrol tonight" He added.

"Thank God for that" Audrey muttered under her breath.

"What?" He spun around in his chair and faced her. She shook her head quickly, pretending she had been talking to herself. Pratt thankfully brought it, Audrey was sure he'd make her patrol tonight if she started talking back to him tonight. He was in one of his infamous cranky moods.

She kept out of his way for the rest of the shift, keeping to herself and answering the odd call every now and then. On her last job for the day, she was sent out to Luna Mesa to see Walter with Harley.

Harley drove her down there, the naturally nervous demeanour he acquired increased by a ten-fold. He was incredibly jittery when he stopped the patrol car and slid out, Audrey knew that Harley was hoping Mac wasn't down at the bar, and she hoped so too.

Once they got inside, Harley relaxed quickly. Walter was behind the bar, scrubbing at the counter top while Devon lounged in a booth in the corner. They strolled up to him and he dropped what he was doing, staring at them with curious eyes.

"Afternoon Walter" Harley greeted, his confident officer alter ego suddenly coming into play.

"Afternoon Officers" Walter replied, Audrey didn't miss the tensing of his hand. "Can I get you anything?"

"No thanks, we came down here to make sure you keep everything under control tonight" Audrey pitched, "We know it gets pretty raucous down here on Mac's birthday"

Walter relaxed and he slumped against the bar, "Of course Officer, we've hired some security in for tonight" He purred and Audrey recoiled in brief disgust, she made a small noise and Walter looked unimpressed. "Is that all?" He asked, rather rudely.

"Have a good night Walter" Harley finalised, having felt the tension rising between Walter and Audrey.

Walter nodded towards the two, "You too" He whispered.

Audrey shuddered involuntarily and allowed Harley to lead her back outside. He didn't say anything, but Audrey knew he didn't like Walter.

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"Heres the birthday boy" Frank crooned.

Mac growled at him, and Frank merely laughed at his primal behaviour. He was currently beneath another car, and as he rolled out a large bottle of Jack came into his vision. He snatched it up, guzzling the burning liquid back while Frank slapped him on the back.

"Get off me" He grunted.

Frank rolled his eyes and leaned up against the vehicle, "My-my. You're mighty angry this morning, you still not talking to Officer Jacks" He taunted, Mac rose suddenly and looked at him dead in the eye.

"Shut it Frank" He growled, he shoved the Jack into Frank's waiting hand and stormed past.

Frank wasn't surprised, everyone had noticed that Mac's anger had come back with a vengeance. They hadn't seen Audrey around either, and Frank was smart enough to put two and two together. He watched Mac go into the back room, when he reappeared, he had his keys in one hand and a look of sheer determination on his face.

"Where ya goin' Mac?" Frank asked, though he already knew.

"Out. Close up for me" Mac ordered, "See you tonight" He added over his shoulder.

He stalked over to his trustee truck, clambering into it and slamming the door shut behind him. He had been so pissed off with Audrey, that he hadn't seen her in a couple of days, he had also been surprised when he didn't get a call from her today. He was going to go over there and confront her, no one forgot Mac's birthday, especially not his squeeze.

He drove over to her house, parking in her driveway and ignoring Mrs Gates haughty stares from the front porch. He stormed up to the front steps, banging his fists on the door when he reached it. He waited to hear her run for the door, when he heard nothing, he looked into the front window. He frowned when he realised the house was entirely empty, he retracted from the house and frowned deeper.

"She ain't here" Mrs Gates called out to him, almost cheerfully.

"Well, where the hell is she?" Mac snapped at her.

Mrs Gates smugly sat back in her rocking chair, she took a sip of the cold lemonade in her hand and shrugged nonchalantly. Mac growled and stepped towards the fence separating Audrey's house from hers.

"I said where the fuck is she?" He snarled.

Mrs Gates straightened up, her eyes flashing with brief surprise and fear. "I-I don't know, that Harley boy dropped her at home and then she went out again" Mrs Gates stuttered, she shifted away from Mac's angry stare. He slammed his hand against the gate and started back towards his truck.

"It's best you keep away from her! Lord knows we don't want her to turn out as screwed up as you are" Mrs Gates called after him.

Mac gritted his teeth and surprisingly made his way back into his truck. Although it was tempting, possibly killing an elderly woman wasn't going to impress Audrey or look too good on his large record. He started the truck to life with more force than needed and slammed his foot down on the accelerator.

"Fuck her" Mac muttered beneath his breath. Why bother? Her stay wasn't permanent in Cainneville anyway. He nodded to himself and took a drive, right past Luna Mesa and into the canyons beyond the local tavern.

He couldn't believe himself as he left his truck in the dirt and made his way into the cave. He was actually going to finish off a batch, on his damn birthday. He gritted his teeth, knowing that he was growing angrier and angrier by the minute.

He worked on his batch well into the afternoon, until the only light source was from the single lantern in the cave. When he was satisfied by the quality of his newest batch, he packed it to the side, turned off his lantern and blindly made his way back outside. He threw his gas mask into the bed of his truck and hopped back in, barely registering himself driving to the tavern.

He strolled into Luna Mesa, unfazed by the hollers of 'happy birthday' and the grimy whores that immediately rubbed over him. It had gotten around that Mac hadn't seen Audrey in a few days, in which the town hookers took it upon themselves to get back what they considered theirs. Mac pushed them away however, taking a seat at his rightful place at the main booth and pouring some hard liquor down his throat.

As soon as he had taken his first sip, things started to get rowdy from there.

Within the first hour, Mac had already broken some random's nose and a couple had already had sex in the back booth. Mac had lightened up slightly, which instantly meant no one was on edge anymore. Within the second hour, Walter had smacked a light drinker over the head with a bat and removed two others with force. Within the third hour, Mac was downing his drink at a faster pace while Frank urged him on.

"C'mon man, tell me what happened with her" Frank slurred, he was leaning on Mac for support while they staggered in an upright position.

"There ain't nothing to tell" Mac snapped, he shoved Frank back into the booth seat and slid in beside him. "You're a fucking horrible drinker" He added snidely. Frank hiccuped a laugh, and poked his finger into Mac's chest.

"I think you like her" Frank whispered.

Mac slammed his drink down, "Like I said, there ain't nothing on there. Now quit your shit talking, she ain't here, so fuck her" Mac snapped.

Frank grinned from ear to ear, "Thats the spirit M, I'm gonna get you a broad" He declared. He crawled over Mac and the table, falling to the floor and then lifting himself up. "I'm alright" He muttered as he staggered to the bar.

"Fucking amateur" Mac sneered.

Mac didn't expect to see Frank in a long time, and he was right. By the time he had gotten up and started a violent pool game with the boys, Frank was close to passing out on the ground. It had just hit one thirty in the morning, when the bar door swung open and she appeared, like a breath of fresh air.

Mac couldn't keep his eyes off her, even when Frank finally accomplished his promise and brought over two reasonably attractive whores. He glanced at Frank once, and then back up, only to see she had disappeared from sight. He slammed his fist down on the pool table and glared at Frank.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He snarled, making the two girls jump briefly.

"I brought you a birthday present" Frank answered, gesturing to the two cake faced broads. "Just the way you like 'em" He added.

Mac scoffed as Frank plunged his tongue into one of the girls throats, how the hell would Frank know what he wanted? He was sure that Frank's girlfriend wasn't going to be too happy in the morning. Now that was going to be a sight to see.

The other broad stepped closer, hand roaming close to his belt. "Relax baby" She whispered.

Over her head, his eyes snapped back to her. She came out of the crowd, eyes twinkling and a smirk curving the corner of her mouth. Her hair dropped in curls around her face, long eyelashes batting beneath his gaze while her teeth came forward and grazed over her lower lip. Mac was disappointed to see she had a fitted trench coat on, covering up the body he had claimed many times before.

She could see the disappointment in his face, only making her grin stretch more. She sauntered forward, and Mac knew beneath that coat was hips that fit just right beneath his large hands. Almost as if he was in a trance, he pushed the broad to the side, telling her to get lost and let Audrey come to him.

She stopped just before him and Mac reached for her. She slapped his hands away, instead leaning forward so her cheek brushed against his.

"Happy Birthday Mac" She purred. Her tongue darted out and trailed along his jaw, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth and grazed her teeth over it. Her hand grabbed his and she brought his index finger to her mouth, she let her tongue swirl around it before dragging it into her mouth and then out.

Mac made a choked sound and she dropped his hand, letting her cheek rest against his.

"You can play with your whores if you like" She whispered, her voice low and sexy in his ear. Mac groaned and she chuckled, a sound that went straight to his cock. "But you and I both know, they ain't got what I have between my legs"

Mac was so aroused by this point, he actually needed her. He tried to reach for her again, but she refused and clicked her tongue at him.

"Uh-uh-uh birthday boy. Not now" She murmured. She put her flat palm against his chest and dragged it down, and lightly teased him through his pants. His hips came up and he hardened beneath her touch. "I expect you at my house at three thirty" She whined in his ear.

Mac watched her pull back, her plump lips dragging against his cheek as she went.

"I'm pissed at you" He blurted out.

Audrey chuckled, "That means better sex" She purred, she blew him a sultry kiss and with that, she seemed to just glide away. The crowd split and swallowed her up, removing her tight frame from his vision. He groaned to himself, how was he going to sit still for two hours. He was tempted to leave now, but he knew Audrey, and if he didn't do what he was told, she wouldn't give him anything.

So he stayed there, in total agony. Although the hard on subsided and he finally had more room in his pants, the pain of being untouched remained. He kept shifting around, becoming restless as he watched the clock tick by. Soon it was two thirty, then three, then three fifteen and finally three thirty.

Mac bolted up, barely bothering to thank all of those who were still conscious for coming out. He made his way through the throng of unconscious bodies and shit faced drunk patrons in the bar. He scrambled outside, making his way over to his truck.

He started it up, picking up speed as he pulled out of the tavern parking lot and made his way down the stretch of road. Oh was he going to give it to her, a few days without sex and Mac was going crazy about the thought of hearing her scream his name again. He reached down and adjusted himself, he was already hard at the thought of her tight sweet little-

Sirens.

Mac snarled, he glanced in the revision mirror and groaned. He knew he had been swerving down the highway, and oh god was he shit faced drunk. Pratt was going to eat him alive, and how was he going to explain the wood in his pants? He pulled to the side, eliminating the prospect of speeding off and possibly killing himself in an accident.

He slammed his hands against the steering wheel in a slight childish tantrum and threw the door open. He stepped out, hands up while he squinted his eyes from the high beam lights on the patrol car.

"Pratt, you wanna turn down those fucking lights?" He snapped, he brought his hand up to cover his eyes.

"Sir, do you know how fast you were going?"

Mac froze, and he looked towards the patrol car. He could see her figure through the lights coming from him and oh boy, she was not wearing her typical patrol outfit. His eyes started at her feet, both fitted with a black stilettos and up her legs were a pair of see through black tights ending at her lower thighs with lace garters. Attached to the lace garters were suspenders that disappeared up beneath the small tight black dress she was wearing, in which he knew was a garter belt and no panties beneath. The dress, if you could call it one, was a skimpy leather number with a fake badge pinned to her leg breast and a tempting silver zipper down the middle.

Audrey had left the top of the zipper agape, allowing Mac to view her ample cleavage peaking through the top. Now he knew why she had been wearing the trench coat, and the thought made him smirk.

"This is not a laughing matter sir" She purred, she swayed towards him and he nearly lost it, watching those hips in action was not helping his pants predicament. She stopped before him, eyes set on his and he could see the amusement clearly. "How much have you been drinking tonight?" She asked.

"Not much Officer" Mac played along, he shifted his hips and he watched her eyes flutter downwards.

"Is that so" She whispered, she pulled a breath tester out from behind her and flashed it in Mac's face. "I think we need to give you a Breathalyser sir" She murmured. Mac sighed and put his mouth over the small white tube connecting to the breath tester. He sucked it into his mouth, knowing that Audrey was getting off to the visual. "Blow" She ordered and Mac did so.

When it didn't work right, Audrey lowered it.

"Sir, do I have to show you how to blow right?" She asked, and Mac saw her eyes flash darkly.

"I'm afraid so Officer" He replied innocently.

Audrey narrowed her eyes at him and he watched her sink to her knees, her hands roamed over his belt before giving it a firm yank. His jeans pealed open and his cock was standing alert and ready for her beneath his boxers. She could see the strain and she wondered if it hurt him.

She pulled down his boxers, letting the cool morning air touch him for the first night. He hissed and she smiled. "You'll need to watch closely sir, I'm only showing you once" She whispered and he watched with baited breath.

"Yes ma'am" He replied.

Audrey licked the head lightly, whimpering at the sight of Mac's want. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing him painfully while his eyes were demanding to slam shut. "Keep watching me" She demanded, and she saw the force it took for him to open his eyes.

Audrey placed her tongue against the base of him and slowly licked her way up the length of him. She watched as his breath shortened and his lips parted with anticipation. She flicked her tongue at his head again, sliding her hand down the path her tongue had just taken, and then she parted her lips and took as much as she could of him.

His stomach tensed and his breath caught in his throat. She moved only half way up, before going back down. Each time she bobbed up further, she only take him in deeper. He watched her cheeks concave with the force of her suck and he swore he nearly lost it then. His head fell back and his hands clenched either side of him.

She sucked on his tip, milking him while her palm rolled his ball in a delicious pace. She glanced up at him, moaning slightly at the look on his face. His eyes were squeezed closed while his mouth parted in pleasure. His hand fell to her head, instinctively holding her hair back as his eyes forced themselves open to look down at her.

She moaned against him and the vibrations surged through his length and right up to his chest. He groaned and his hand in her hair tightened, she bobbed up and down quickly, tasting the slick salt of pre-cum. As she felt him grow nearer and nearer, she started to pull him in deeper and deeper. Just as she had reached the base of his large length, she rolled his balls again and he exploded in her mouth and blinding speed.

He let out a long string of curses, hand tight in her hair as his hips thrusted into her. She milked every last drop of him, sucking on him like he was a lollipop. She drained his release from him, swallowing it whole while he released her.

He didn't give her time to regain her breathing, he picked her up from the ground and opened the tailgate. He threw her onto the bed on her back, so just her ass and legs were hanging mid-air. Mac slid his fingers over her dress, hitching it up to reveal that she indeed was wearing no panties for him. He swiped his fingers over her slit, groaning at how wet and hot she was for him.

"Oh baby.." He murmured, sucking his fingers into his mouth and tasting her juices. "I must of been good this year"

Audrey laughed from the bed and spread her legs wide, "Have at it sir" She purred. "Make me forget my name"

Mac must of seen a haze of lust, his vision was blinded and he rammed into her. She arched off the bed of the truck, one hand grabbing at the back of Mac's neck while she gasped out a moan. Mac groaned, filling her up completely while she clenched around him.

"Fuck, so tight" He grunted. As many times as he had jacked off to the thought of being inside Audrey, it was nothing like the real thing. Her walls were so snug around him, he could barely catch a breath as he retreated and then thrusted back into her.

He leant down and kissed her dirty, aggressive, hard, everything she wanted at that moment. He pulled back again and she let out a little whine, she wasn't prepared for this slow fucking, she wanted Mac's specialty.

"Mac plea.." She complained.

Before she even finished, he slammed so far into her, her ass smacked into his thighs. She banged her hand down on the tailgate, gripping the edge of it while her nails dug into the back of his neck. A guttural cry came out of her mouth, and she watched him lick his lips, before pulling out and slamming back into her again.

After a minute or two he folded her knees ups and draped both legs off the the side, twisting her body, making her tighter for him. His mouth opened in a pant, and his hand gripped her leg so tightly, she could feel the bruising. The look of pleasure that crossed his face, made the heat in her stomach burn like a fire.

He started moving within her at a pace that was putting her into hysterics. They'd hardly gone five minutes before she was falling apart, coming undone beneath him while he cussed her out. She contracted around him, seeings stars while she clung to the tailgate for dear life.

He was no where near finished with her and neither was she with him.

She slapped his hands away and confusion settled in his brow, she sat upright and whimpered briefly when she slid him out. "Get up here" She said, almost surprised by the low husky tone that erupted from her lips.

Mac obeyed and slid up onto the tailgate, she pushed him along the bed until his back was resting against the back window. She crawled up his body, wrapping her hand around his cock and giving him a good stroke before she straddled his hips. She rubbed him against her tender core. Even though she'd just gotten off, her core throbbed with it's desire to have him back.

She rocked her hips slowly, back and forth against him. She gripped the back of his hair, tilting his head back and forcing him to look at her. She sat herself on his hard cock, and watched as his eyes darkened and he bit down on his own lip.

He held tightly to the back of her neck, his arm circling around her waist while he hoisted her up and then back down. They were both panting and holding strong to the other. He angled his hips and slammed her down again, hitting her g spot with such force, it knocked any air left out of her.

"Just like that" She begged, and Mac delivered with ardor.

He pumped her on him until well she was so close to her second release. He rose her up, and instead of bringing her back down, he gave her a serious look. She made a nose of protesting, desperately wanting to get back down and ride him.

"Uh-uh-uh" Mac teased, and he held her in place. "I don't want you around Jim" He ordered.

"Mac, right now?" Audrey scoffed, having lost the Officer act a long time ago. "Please.."

His hand zipped her dress down, exposing her tits for him. His mouth latched onto her left breast and he rolled the hardened bud in his mouth. She arched into him, moaning his name in a sweet tone. He blew air on it, and she hissed.

"Tell me you won't be hanging around him" He urged, flicking his tongue over her right breast and sucking in her bud.

Audrey cried out, "Oh..uh. Okay! Bloody hell, I won't" She snapped.

"You know why you won't?" Mac asked, teasing her breasts passionately.

"Why Mac?" She moaned, feeling his tip sliding against her wet entrance.

"'Cause you're mine!" He snapped as he slammed her down onto him. She cried out against him, and his fingers rubbed at her clit. She was close and Mac's hand circled around her exposed neck. "You hear me, you're mine!" He snapped.

Where the hell was this coming from? He'd never pulled the mine card.

"Uhh Mac" She moaned.

"Say it!" He ordered, he slammed her down again and he could tell she was so close. She was clenching around him, her eyes rolling back and the hand in his hair tightened. Her mouth opened, "Say it!" He roared.

"I'm yours!" She screamed as her biggest orgasm raced through her and quaked her body. She felt herself tremble, body convulsing as she clamped down on him. He grunted, spilling his own seed into her and calling out her name. They rode one another out, their pants of want filling the cool air as sweat drenched their exhausted bodies.

Audrey collapsed to the side, rolling onto her back beside Mac. He watched her chest rise and fall quickly as she tried her best to contain herself, she slowly zipped her dress back up, smoothing out the creases that had formed. He almost felt awkward, as if he shouldn't of said what he had before.

"So were you being serious or was it just a heat of the moment thing?" Audrey asked after a long silence.

"Depends, what would you say?" Mac asked curiously, all too aware of her dark orbs set on him. He saw her look to the side, before she picked up something and sat up. She faced him, swinging his gas mask and her handcuffs in his face.

"I'd say, I think you need to take me home sir" She grinned at him and pecked him on the cheek.

"Fuck yes!" He said as he hitched up his pants and slid off the bed of the truck. He pulled her with him, and he took the keys from her patrol car and turned the lights off. When he turned back to her, she was looking at him with confusion.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"You're coming back to mine" He stated. He smacked her arse and she moved to his truck, laughing to herself as she settled in the passenger seat.

"Have you had a good birthday?" She asked him once he got in his truck, a sly smile on her face.

"It's gonna get even better" He remarked, and from the look in his eye, Audrey knew she wasn't going in to work tomorrow.

Sorry for the long wait, I hope this makes up for it!