Bodycount - presents
She's sitting cross legged on his bed, working on his stupid website. She keeps eyeing the manila folder on the nightstand that is filled with potential properties he's planning on sending Kendall out to buy the second it looks legit.
He wants her to look at it.
That's why he had left it where she could see. He wants her to know what he's doing; he wants her to look at him with dark eyes and a smirk that's more than a little devious. He wants her to be pleased and it's a strange feeling that tightens his insides because god he just really, really wants her to like him for everything he is. He wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to go straight for the murdering and the less than legal way he'd lost his virginity or how he'd taken someone else's. He was going to start slow with white collar crimes that she might enjoy.
It could happen.
She's not as good a girl as he had first thought and feared she was. He had assumed that she had been pushed into all her deviances by Veronica. For the sake of the blonde's perceived justice. But she had confessed just the other day about breaking and entering and that Veronica had no idea. She hadn't told a soul, but him.
He thought perhaps she still hadn't, the existence of his soul being in question and all.
He'd gone over what she had confessed to him over coke, chips and Contra over and over.
He could picture it clearly in his mind. Although it had certainly helped that he has jokingly asked what she had been wearing.
An iron maiden t shirt she'd inherited from her father and some of those tiny pajama shorts girls always make in Home Ec.
She thought it was fitting and fuck did he agree.
She had been brazen in her law breaking and everything. It hadn't been planned carefully for when the house was empty. It had been planned, alright, but she had done it in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep.
The more he thought about it the more he wished he hadn't decided to be good to her. The more he wished he'd just ruined her. She'd been willing and sober, why did she need anything else? Fuck they could do it now. With the mental images of Mac's B&E in his mind he was sure that he would manage it from a physical standpoint.
Mac looks up at him and her eyes are clear and light, she looks pleased with herself. She tucks some hair behind her ear.
"It's done."
Her smile makes him take everything back. She deserves it to be right. Candles and flowers and classical music, God, anything she wanted. A God damn meadow, picnic blankets and the sounds of birds, Christ anything.
The island.
He'd wait for the island, when things could be true and properly right.
"Cass?" She smirks and he makes a mental note to stop thinking so much about a future with her when she was in the room.
"Sorry." He sits down on the bed next to her and he can't help but notice that the skirt she's wearing is riding up as she shifts to show him what she's done.
It does everything he needs it to in an elegant clean manner. It's better than anything he could have paid for.
"You like it?" There's a beautiful waver to her voice, nervous.
"Yeah, it's great." He takes the laptop from the space between them and digs into the website, trying to find something, anything that might cause issue. It's a work of art.
He can feel the bed shift as she moves, but doesn't look away from the screen.
"Cassidy?"
"Uh huh?" He looks up at her and she looks nervous.
"Merry Christmas." She tells him softly and pulls something small out of her pocket.
A flash drive with a ribbon tied around it.
"What's this?"
"Your Christmas present... I wasn't sure what you wanted or what you needed cause I mean..." She gestures around her, "so I made something for you instead."
"You made me something..." He stares down at the flash drive in his open palm and his heart is doing something weird. It feels quick and irregular and it hurts a little bit.
No one has ever made him something, aside from dinner and the website she'd just presented him with. This was obviously something very different.
"What is it?"
He pops it into the laptop and looks at the file directory. He goes to open one of the few files, an executable file.
"Don't!" She yelps and he pulls his hand back, the laptop slides off his lap onto the bed between them.
"What?"
She looks frantic as she takes the laptop and puts it carefully on the nightstand.
His mind races trying to think of what she could possibly put on a flash drive that would cause that reaction.
Naked...
"What's on it?"
She looks down at the space between them and picks at the hem of her skirt.
"I made you a program..." She isn't looking at him, her eyes focused solely on the space between them.
"What kind of program?"
It's got to be something bad. Something gloriously bad, the very idea of it is heating his blood. Seriously she should really think about what she's doing because if she keeps doing this, these little bad things, he won't be able to stop himself next time.
"It's a virus." She tells him plainly and that does it. He closes the distance between them and presses his mouth hard against hers.
The response is immediate; he grabs her roughly and pulls her into his lap. She breaks from his mouth, her breath coming in hot puffs against his skin. She smells of licorice.
"I think it's my best work." She tells him softly, her voice low and hot and God he grips her hips and presses her down into him. She gasps slightly, and her fingers dig into his shoulders.
"What does it do?"
She bites her lip and leans into him, her mouth on his ear. He slips a hand under her skirt, his fingers running along the edge of her underwear, the soft curve of her hip driving him to distraction and it seems to do the same to her because she hasn't told him what it does yet.
"You know the black out last week?"
He nods slowly, "did you..."
She nods and rests back in his lap looking at him with wide worried eyes waiting for his reaction.
"I told you, you'd be good at being a Bond Villain." He pulls her back so she's pressed hard into his chest, his fingers twisting the side of her underwear making her squirm against him.
"Cassidy..."
God he loves that, how she says his name, how she feels and how he feels like a normal teenager when she's touching him.
"You need to stop being such a bad girl..." He tells her while sliding his fingers into her underwear finally, shifting her with his legs, pulling her legs open wider for him.
"Why is that? You going to punish me?" He asks and, fuck, that's not fair. On top of her voice doing that dark thing and bringing to mind consenting violence, she's wet.
"I'll do more than that if you're not careful." He returns sliding his fingers up into her; hot, tight and wet.
"If you dorks are going to make babies you could at least close the door." Kendall's voice is filled with a disdain as she reaches in to close the door.
"Aren't you supposed to be the authority figure here mom?" He turns away from Mac who has her eyes closed tight like she can pretend that his step mother isn't at the door and that they hadn't completely forgotten that the door was open before he slide past several bases.
She scoffs and raises an eyebrow, "wrap up?" She offers and closes the door.
"Okay." Mac whimpers as she pulls up, sliding his fingers out of her, and sits down on the bed next to him. Putting a safe distance between them, "I'll be a good girl."
Her face is flushed and her eyes are dark and she has to want him like he wants her. Has to. She had created a black out for fuck sakes, she was practically begging him to pull her all the way into the darkness with him.
"Maybe next time I'll just get you a movie for Christmas."
"Christmas." He pushes himself up off the bed to snag the folder off the nightstand and pulls a couple pieces of paper out of the back to hand to her, "Merry Christmas."
"You're giving me pictures of islands for Christmas? You know if you forgot it's okay? You can go out in a panic, days away from Christmas and get me something just like so many others."
"Pick the one you want." He tells her with a smirk.
She rolls her eyes, but looks at the different pictures to humor him.
"This one I guess, weirdo." She hands him back the small island off the coast of Greece, "now I'm going to go before my parents start to worry about my virtue."
"With reason." He smiles brightly at receiving a blush and a shy smile as reward.
He walks her to her car without incident. Dick is off somewhere with Logan, and Kendall had already put in her two cents.
"So my Christmas present?" She asks, eyebrow raised.
"I didn't forget."
"Sure, sure."
"Tomorrow?"
She nods and starts up her car. He watches until he can't see her car anymore. He guesses he'll have to brave the stores and go buy her something small that she can put her hands on, but it doesn't mean that he isn't putting the island in her name.