Mac was comfortable, too comfortable. His bed was never this soft or pleasant smelling. He squinted against the sunlight streaming in through the drape-less window and came face to face with a boob. It's twin trapped underneath his head.
He remembered everything. Well, as far as the hallucinations and his own actions went. Despite being extremely pissed off at himself and the woman he was currently lying on top of, he couldn't make himself move. He was sweating balls and wanted to get away from the far too intimate embrace before she awakened.
But like a kid getting woken up for school he wanted just five more minutes. He told himself it was leftover drugs still in his system. She was still asleep. She'd never know. Five more minutes to be someone else, someone without his shitty life.
Mac had never just slept with someone before. He was always quick to leave if a bed was involved with the whores around town. He pressed his head harder to her chest, listening to the beat underneath. Though his face throbbed at the extra pressure due to the beating Walter gave him he kept it there, the rhythm almost lulling him back to sleep.
Inhaling a slow deep breath his senses were treated to the smell of pomegranate and cigarette smoke mixed with his own aroma. He liked that, their scents mingled together. That last alarming thought tore him out of his relaxed state. Slowly he unwrapped himself from around her vintagely lacerated body. Not caring to wake her and have her find him shamefully extracting himself from a snuggle session.
When he swung his legs off the bed his boots came in contact with something what made a crumpling sound meet his ears. There, underneath his feet was a drawing of himself, asleep. He leaned down to pick up the pad of paper, simultaneously rising from the mattress. He studied it as he made his way to the kitchen. It was good.
Rage and embarrassment came to the surface and he crumpled the page in his hands. She'd seen him at his most vulnerable and captured it in coal. Not just that, she was a talented artist. 'That bitch gotta be better at everythin'!?'
Mac knew there was one thing for sure he was better at, her obviously lacking experience in that area. After intending on raiding her fridge and finding it empty, a wicked, blackened grin spread over his face. He decided on breakfast in bed.
Everything feels better when you're half asleep. Brain only partially working. The bliss of unconsciousness still lingering around the edges. That's why Kristy didn't think twice about moaning when she felt two rough thick fingers inside her, a tongue circling her clit, and a hand groping her left breast.
'Damn, I've never had a wet dream this good before.' She ran her hand down to help her little dream along and her fingers became entangled in short greasy hair.
'Greasy hair!?' Her body went stiff as a board and a rough chuckle met her ears.
"Well good mornin' da yew too." Mac rasped when she used the hair clenched in her fingers to remove his face from between her legs. He licked her glistening juices from his lips and waggled his tongue at her.
"It's regrettable to see you're back to normal." She sneered, placed her feet on his shoulders and pushed him away, his fingers leaving her with a slick pop.
"Catching herpes was not on my agenda for today!" she yelled when he tried restraining her with a bruising grip on her hips.
"Wut yer too good ta let me eat yer pussy but you'll sit an draw me sleepin' like some psycho bitch?" Mac growled, catching a hold of her right leg and jerking it back to him when her hips squirmed out of his grasp.
"Yes, I am too good. You should be honored I let your filthy ass disgrace my bed!" Yanking her leg back up to her body she continued. "And I'm not the one who turned into a cuddle-raping care bear from hell last night! Do you honestly think I could sleep after that shit? I had to do something to keep myself from killing you."
Mac pulled her leg back again in a game of tug of war.
"It was yer shit that fucked me up in tha first fuckin' place! Walter's gonna' let me kill ya fer sure now." he insisted with a satisfied smirk.
She threw one right back at him, yanking hard enough for her ankle to leave his grasp and her knee to pop.
"Obviously you weren't lucid enough to understand our conversation while you were hiding behind me like a little bitch." she spat out. "Walter was going to eradicate you but I idiotically intervened, convinced him to let you live." Bolting off the bed to put her night shorts back on, she continued "As the result you're essentially my problem now. You answer to me."
Mac sprang across the bed and slammed her into the headboard, gripping her by her onyx hair.
"Aint takin' orders from no cunt." he growled lowly in her face.
The pain radiating through her scalp was sending delicious shivers through her but she had to focus.
"Go on down to La Mesa and ask Walter yourself. That is if you're not too embarrassed after the way you were acting in front of him last night."
Kristy knew she had him there.
"I'm sure there'll be another ass whooping in it for you if you piss him off again." she murmured, thrusting her chin towards his busted eyebrow. "Save yourself some shame and just go with it for once instead of being a pain in the ass."
Mac looked down for a moment in thought, ignoring the cleavage and visible nipple outline. If Walter had wanted her dead she'd be dead. She'd saved him, outranked him in the work place, and allowed him to cuddle up to her all in one day.
His ego was taking a pounding only to be softened by the sounds she'd made before waking while he was working her over. He decided he wanted more of those sounds. Fisting her hair tighter he slipped his unoccupied hand back in her shorts, shoving his fingers into her already moistened hole.
Luckily for her he left his crotch unprotected, hovering just over her knee. One powerful upwards thrust and his entire weight was on top of her while he gasped for air and moaned in pain. She had to admit it was a cheap shot going for the groin again but she knew in order to get him under control she was going to have to play dirty.
Using all her strength she flipped them over, quickly tugging her knife from the wall. She pressed a knee to his private clutching-hands, efficiently trapping them and causing him more pain all at once.
"Now that I have your undivided attention." she growled, pressing the knife against his neck for good measure. "It's awfully rude to get all rapey when I'm trying to have a serious conversation here!" she chided, pressing a little harder on both of her power-points until he let out a gasp at the weight on his painfully throbbing junk and a thin line of blood slid along the knife's edge.
"I'm done playing Mac. You're going to listen to what I say and you're going to be a model employee, understand?" she instructed, not waiting for an answer. "Now you're going take a shower while I go to the grocery store because you smell like shit. Then you will shut the fuck up, keep your hands to yourself, and be helpful. Am I in any way unclear?"
His only answer was a glare through watery eyes but she figured that was better than a negative out-lash.
With that she left him on the bed to rip innocent clothes from their hangers before slamming her bathroom door behind her. She showered thoroughly, trying to scrub any molecule belonging to him from her skin with a vengeance. By the time she was finished her normally tan skin was an angry red. But she felt sufficiently clean none the less. Returning to her room she began stripping the pillows of their cases, ordering for him to get in the bathroom and strip so she could relieve the mattress of the sheets.
She should have known better to add for him to leave his clothes outside the door. Because when she came to collect them he opened the door wide to reveal, well, everything. Kristy luckily had her eyes at face level just in case, shutting them tightly and screeching for him to hand her the clothes. While throwing everything in the wash she made a mental note to pick up bleach for the shower while she was out.
When she returned with a carload of groceries she unloaded them herself after throwing everything in the dryer. Mostly due to fearing the towel loosely wrapped around Mac's hips would fall off completely if she demanded he move from his spot on the couch in front of the tv. She had to admit he looked sexy. Tousled hair still damp, broad chest naked for her hungry eyes. The trusty meth scabs dotting the skin below his prominent collar bones ripped her out of the lustful daze before she could be caught oogling.
Scrambling a few eggs quickly she laughed at the mental picture of herself sitting on his abdomen, a sharpie in hand, playing connect the meth scabs on his chest. When he ignored her call to come eat she added a forceful "Now." slamming his plate of eggs on the table. 'Ungrateful fuck is lucky I'm even feeding him.'
Mac reluctantly trudged over to the dining room table with all the air of a petulant child. He didn't say a word or even glance at her while they ate. Fine with her. The less he opened his foul mouth the better.
More stony silence greeted her when she threw his clean clothes at him like he was a cheap whore and ordered for him to get dressed. It wasn't until she was driving down the cottage's driveway did he say anything. It was so quite she almost didn't catch it. "Gotta stop at my place, feed ma dog."
Slipping her Ray-Bans on she nodded. "Next stop casa de Mac."
Following the directions he silently pointed out she knew this wasn't the end of his bullshit. A person like him wasn't broken so easily. So when she pulled into the dirt yard of the shitshack he called home she was on guard.