Fergal laid back against his headboard. He had maybe eight hours to come up with a one-of-a-kind breakfast date with Mackenzie.
He knew he was trying too hard but he felt pressured. He wanted, no needed, Mackenzie to be impressed. To want to give him a chance.
Picking up his little notebook, he began to list random thoughts and possibilities.
He noticed a theme emerging and smiled. He knew exactly what he was going to do. All he had to do was call a few people and make sure he got up early enough to make it all happen.
An hour later, he had his date planned. He could guarantee Mackenzie had never had a date like this before.
He sent off a teasing text.
Almost immediately his phone buzzed. Mackenzie was begging for hints.
The only thing he would tell her was to wear walking shoes. Nothing else.
They flirted back and forth, dancing along the line of risque banter. Before Finn finally fell asleep.
Four hours later, the sharp, piercing shrill of his phone alarm startled him awake. He hated that alarm. Which was exactly why he kept it.
He fumbled out of bed and stumbled towards his bathroom. His sister always teased him about how clumsy he was first thing in the morning.
For someone who spent a large portion of time on the top ring rope he had no coordination until he had at least two cups of coffee and a shower.
He rushed through his morning routine. Opting to skip his morning workout routine. He had a short window of time before he had to pick Mackenzie up at her hotel.
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As if synchronized, Mackenzie's scheduled wake up call woke her up. She burrowed back into her blankets and closed her eyes. She was a big supporter of the snooze option. Always maxing out the limits of the snooze option. She required that extra 15 minutes each morning to function.
She knew down to the last minute how long her morning routine took. Ten minutes to shower, five to get dressed, and thirty minutes to do her hair and makeup.
Exactly forty five minutes later, she snatched up her room key and purse. Heading down to wait for Fergal. He was due any minute.
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Fergal cursed the heavy morning traffic under his breath. Still new to driving, he wasn't overly confident in his ability. Yet asking someone to drive him around on a date was not an option. He would be mortified.
Ignoring the blaring cast horns, he whipped into the hotel parking lot. Barely managing not to fishtail out of control.
Mackenzie watched horrified as Fergal darted across two lanes of traffic seemingly unaware of all the cars he had cut off.
She had to convince him to let her drive. He would kill someone one day with his ridiculously bad driving.
Yet when she saw the proud look on his face, she knew she couldn't crush his spirits. She walked to the passenger door. Before she could open the door, Fergal was there. Door open and helping her in the car.
Chivalry was so sexy. It was hard to find a single man these days who had such great manners. They were snatched up quickly.
Once in the car, Fergal gave her a mega watt smile.
"Good morning Magnolia."
"Magnolia?"
Fergal blushed as he realized he had called her by the nickname he had given her.
"You remind me of a Magnolia blossom. My mum used to have this perfume that smelled like magnolias.
Her friend bought it when she visited Louisiana. It seems appropriate for you."
Mackenzie blushed.
Her accent grew thicker because she was too flustered to control it.
"That's just tha sweetest thang I've eva herd, Fergal Devitt."
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Mackenzie suggested they head out before they drew attention.
He knew his way by heart. Though this was the first time he had actually driven there himself. His reputation as a driver was well known amongst his NXT friends.
Once he pulled into the parking lot, he heard Mackenzie gasp loudly. Nervously, he checked to see her reaction.
Her eyes were rounded and a huge smile painted her face.
NASA
As Fergal opened her door and helped her out, Mackenzie looked around.
"They actually let you tour NASA?"
"Yeah, they won't let you in the control room but you get to visit everything. My favorite is the simulation."
He grabbed her hand, linking their fingers together, and started for the front door.
Even though he came out here often, he still felt like a little boy on Christmas morning. If it wasn't for his passionate love of wrestling, he would have been an astronaut.
Mackenzie wasn't a space junkie like Fergal, but being inside NASA was a once in a lifetime experience. Walking the same halls that John Glenn, Buzz Aldrin, Sally Ride, and every other astronaut had walked was surreal.
Seeing Fergal in all his nerdy glory was marvelous. He tried on helmets, rattled off facts from memory, and made this experience a million times better than it already was.
Unfortunately, Mackenzie's stomach growled loudly. Fergal insisted they leave so she could eat. As Mackenzie stepped away to use the restroom, he sent off a quick text.
Is it ready?
Immediately he got a reply. Yea.
Leaving now. Be there in 15 minutes.
K
Once they were back in the car, Fergal asked Mackenzie if it was okay if he took her to his favorite place to eat breakfast.
A few minutes later he pulled onto a deserted stretch of beach. A hidden gem with large, jagged rocks jutting out on one side. As they began to walk, she saw a blanket spread out on the sand and a large picnic basket sitting in the center.
She threw her arms around Fergal's neck and kissed him.
"A breakfast picnic on the beach? That is so romantic. When did you do all this?"
Fergal caressed the side of her face with his finger.
"I had a couple friends set it up while we were at NASA. Gave them a heads up when we started to leave."
She kissed him again. This time the kiss became more passionate. Fergal picked up her and carried her to the blanket.
Mackenzie wrapped her long legs around his waist and nibbled on his neck and jawline. The way she bounced with every step he took was tormenting both of them.
Laying on her back, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to lick every inch of his amazing body. Hooking a leg around his hips, she flipped them over until she was straddling him.
She pinned his arms above his head and began to slowly, methodically lick her way down his body. Nibbling his jugular and his collarbone.
She worshipped his abs. Kissing, licking, and tracing them with her tongue.
She was in love with his abdomen.
Stretching out, she rubbed her body against his, purring like a satisfied cat. Curling up against him.
Fergal was rock hard. That had been the most erotic thing any woman had ever done to him. Now he wanted to return the favor.
Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled her to her back. Kissing her gently while his fingers were busy pushing up her shirt.
He kissed her stomach. Kissing the freckles on her ribs. Lifting her slightly off the blanket, he pulled her top off, and unhooked her bra.
His mouth watered at the sight of her breasts. She was very well endowed. He licked and sucked one breast while he rolled the nipple of the other between his thumb and fingers. Switching out often.
He could hear the gasps and moans of Mackenzie. Her breathing getting heavier. Her gasps more pronounced as she felt an orgasm building.
He slipped a hand into her capris. Hey legs spread as he began to finger her. In and out he pumped his fingers. Faster and faster.
Mackenzie jerked her hips. Riding his fingers. She spread her legs wider, digging her heels into the sand, arching her back.
When Fergal's thumb rubbed over her clit, Mackenzie's eyes rolled back in her head. Her body was on sensory overload.
Fergal flicked his wrist and curled his fingers. Sending her over the edge. Fergal collapsed onto the blanket next to her. Not talking and not really making to much movement.
"Fergal?"
"Go ahead and eat Magnolia. I'll join you in a bit."
Curious but not wanting to bother him, Mackenzie opened the basket and spread out the food. She was impressed by the offerings. Fruit, croissants, jelly, ham, and tarts. With thermoses of coffee, milk, and sweet tea.
Bending down next to his ear, she thanked him for the amazing breakfast then gently kissed his temple.
"Lass, you're killing me."
He attempted to adjust himself subtlety. Realizing what was wrong, Mackenzie burst out laughing.
"This milk is pretty cold if you need to ice down for a moment."
Fergal glared at her playfully.
"Not funny smartass. I think I'm okay. Just fill up a mug of coffee. I'll be back in a moment."
Mackenzie waited patiently until he returned to begin eating. She filled a paper plate and passed it to him.
While they ate, they talked about everything. Wrestling, their childhoods, their plans and dreams for the future until they ran out of topics.
The alarm on Mackenzie's phone went off. It was time to go. She had to finish packing and drive to the airport.
It was a cold dose of reality. A grim reminder that Mackenzie wouldn't be here tomorrow.
They both had hectic lives to get back to. Commitments they had made to others.
"Fergal had long did it take for you to hear back from the WWE?"
"It took about three weeks to hear back from them. Then about six months to finish contract negotiations. It's a long process."
"What happens to us? Is this going to end before it begins? Or do we just put this on hold indefinitely?"
Fergal stroked her palm with this thumb. He knew these questions were important but he didn't have all the answers.
"I don't know all the answers. I just know that I don't want to lose you before I even have you. We will figure this out. We can text, call, Skype, email and when possible visit each other. We can make this work. We just have to work a little harder than usual."
Feeling relieved that it wasn't completely one-sided, Mackenzie hugged him. Whispering into his ear.
"You have me as long as you want me. All I ask is that you don't hurt me. No games."
Fergal nodded, "No games."