Pre-date
So he hadn't really expected her to agree to go out with him. Like properly go out with him. Making out in her car or his house was different. It was private.
Going actually out...like she wasn't ashamed to be seen with him or anything...
That wasn't really something he'd been prepared for.
Although to be fair he hadn't been prepared for any of her.
Which is why he is pacing the length of Logan's living room wondering among other things, how his father hasn't caught Logan fucking that whore of a step mother yet and more importantly where the hell he should take Mac.
"So why are you asking me and not Dick?"
"Because if I ask Dick the only suggestion he'll have is hell and I have a feeling that's like third date material."
"Still pissed about locker check."
The thing is, he's not really sure that's the actual reason he's so pissed. That it's just a good cover to act out under. Because this is Dick and he doesn't care about girls just what they hide under their skirts.
"Uh yeah."
"I don't really know her man, I mean you should probably talk to Veronica about it." His face gets that dark look to it and he may actually get why because Duncan and Logan had been like brothers and if Mac suddenly decided she liked Dick better he's pretty sure he'd get all weird and volatile too. Honestly he'd probably kill someone. Maybe frame her for it and fake rescue her from her fate...
Actually...
He'd keep that on the back burner. No need to pull that out unless shit really hit the fan.
"I don't want her to know that I don't know what I'm doing. She'll tell Cindy."
Logan raises and eyebrow at that and he remembers that pretty much no one even knows her actual name. Which just makes Dicks knowledge al that more telling.
"Mac."
"She won't..." There must be a desperation written all over him because Logan sighs and sits up, "so you want something a little better than dinner and a movie I guess then?"
"Yeah..."
Dinner and a movie is beneath him...or rather it's beneath her. If she wanted to eat fast food and sit in his car with a hairdryer pretending to be a speed trap he'd be at home steeling Dick's blow dryer instead of here.
"Did you already make reservations?"
"No..." He stops stock still and looks at him, "oh my god should I have?"
A smirk pulls across Logan's face.
"what?"
"Dick was right god your fucking precious."
He throws a pillow at Logan's face.
"She's not going to care about your money man, take her for a picnic and one of those outdoor movies. She'll like that." Logan tosses the pillow back at him and he catches it and puts it back where it had come from.
He could totally pull that off. And he hasn't killed anyone in a while and she's been a good girl...well 'good' so he should be able to keep it in his pants even if they're alone.
Yeah.
He'd gather the stuff he needed, and drive her out-of-town and they could be far from the maddening crowd.
It sounds nice.
"Thanks Logan."
"No problem Beav." He clenches his hands, his nails biting into his palms.
He looks back at Logan eyes dark standing at his full height looking down at the boy on the couch. There were so many ways he could ruin him.
"My name is Cassidy." He tells him and it comes out this firm dark thing and he wonders if the ill intent can be felt in the air because he's killed a lot of people this year and he is not above adding to that list.
"Chill Cass." Logan puts his hands up in surrender and the rage in him settles.
So by the time friday comes around they have cooled all the way down to hand holding and soft kissing.
Its nice and sweet and it bodes well for the date.
He is going to be better for her and if that means not trying to get in her pants or return any favours she's given him than that's what he'll do.
Honestly he's a little relieved because he may have had sex before but he has no idea how to return the favour and he most certainly isn't asking Dick, who has spent the remainder of the week sulking in the pool house avoiding him.
He tried studying some porn but was disappointed in the instructional quality plus Kendal had caught him.
So yeah...great
Hreally hoping she's a good girl and that he doesn't end up participating in a violent act in the next couple hours because he knows he'll fuck it up.
He's sitting in his car in front of her house, the picnic basket in the back seat wondering how its possible to be this early for anything. He's not supposed to be here for a half an hour.
He just couldn't stay at the house and listen to Kendal and Big dick needle him about his girlfriend. One neither seemed all that sure existed and Dick sure as fuck wasn't coming to the rescue.
Assholes.
He rests his head against the steering wheel and tries to calm down.
Deep breathing and shit.
There's a knock on the window and his hand goes instinctively to he glove compartment as he turns to look at whose there.
His hand drops and his heart picks up, "Cindy."
She taps the glass again and he rolls the window down.
"Your early."
"Yeah...sorry... I just really needed out of the house and I didn't want to be late so i thought..." she walks away, around the car and he's sure back to the house. Who in their right mind would want to go on a date with someone this pathetic
The passenger side door opens and Mac slides in.
"Sounds like a good plan." She smiles at him and its soft and just for him and god she is going to be the death of him. She leans back in the seat and looks at him, her knees up against the glove box.
Skirt.
"So what do you want to do for the half hour until our date?" He asks watching her sneak a look in his backseat. She's biting back a smile and Christ she's adorable.
Her eyes get wide and she pushes herself up frantically.
"Do you have sunglasses here?" She asks and his chest tightens as she goes for the glove box.
He flicks the visor down above her and a pair of aviators drop into her lap.
"Great!" She opens the passenger door and steps out, "ill be right back!" She smiles brightly at him and dashes across the street and into her parents place.
He leans over and opens the glove compartment and quickly removes the remnants of his last bomb and his hand gun.
Too close and while he feels like he can probably explain away the gun the wires and bits of C4 not so much. She was too smart to not know what that shit was. He shoves the bomb shit under his seat and unloads the gun before sending it under too.
She comes back with some aviators of her own and a black hair dryer.
"Really?"
"You've never pretended to be a speed trap before and watch all those idiots freak out for nothing?"
He shakes his head and she bounces a little excited. Oh god are they meant to be together or what! He'd never really believed in soul mates but fuck she was making a believer out of him.
"Oh my god let's go." She smiles brightly at him and god he's pretty sure he'd take her to Berlin if that's what she wanted to do.
He's thinking of all the stuff he'd do for her if she wanted him too as they sit in his car pretending to be cops.
Streak.
An illegal start-up.
Give to charity...like lots to charity.
Buy her a pony.
New computer crap
Take her to Europe or South America.
Buy her an island.
He watches her as she snickers at yet another porsche that freaks out and passes them going like five miles an hour.
Mrs. Cindy Casablancas.
Yeah he could do that.
"Why are you staring at me?" She asks quietly.
"Uh... I wasn't?"
She turns to him and eyes him over the sunglasses and fuck that's hot.
"Okay so I think your pretty you want to make something of it?"
She blushes fantastically and his mind goes to a very bad place.
She is one bad action away from him wanting to fuck her right there on the side if the PCH.
How has no one snapped her up already? How has Dick not ruined her already. He clearly wanted to...at least he could tell, maybe it was a brother thing. Blood.
Blood... her hair flashes in the lights of an oncoming car.
Nope! No. Do not pull her across the console into your lap. Do not do it. You promised and she is really the only person whose promises seem to mean anything.
"I really like you." He blurts out instead and she looks across at him a smirk pushing across her face that heats his blood
"I figured you might." She fiddles with the edge of her skirt and it pulls the dark fabric up exposing more beautifully pale skin, "which is good cause I really like you too."
He leans across the car and kisses her. He's trying really hard to take it slow, soft, gentle but she makes it near impossible. Her hand at his shoulder pushing him into her, the other on his belt.
He pulls back from her and instantly wants to be back in her arms.
"What's wrong..." she asks her voice breathy from his administrations.
"We need to go or we'll be late." He kisses her again and immediately pulls away to start the car back up.