"Mac bring me a beer!" Kristy hollered, lying her head back against the porcelain, taking a heady drag from her cigarette before flicking the ash into her empty Budweiser bottle.
"Git it yer fuckin' self." came his snarling reply from the living room, dirt covered ass seated on her couch in front of the television no doubt.
"I can't I'm all wet." she yelled back, making his eyebrows rise in intrigue.
Mac entered the bathroom, beer in hand to find her neck deep in bubbles. Smoking in the bathtub. When her skin was wet it glistened a shade darker, the white foam coating her skin making it appear more so. He stood there looking at her like an idiot until she opened one eye. A knowing smirk stretched across her face.
"Thanks." she murmured, rising up to lean over the edge and grab the brew from his hand.
Giving him a generous view of suds sliding down along her breasts.
"Take your clothes off, get in." she ordered quietly before sitting back against the sloping incline of the tub to take several long chugs from the bottle.
"We gonna fuck?" he blatantly asked, watching the contours of her throat flex as she swallowed.
She shook her head, wiping a bit of beer from the corner of her lips.
"You tore me up pretty good earlier, we need to lay off for tonight." she explained, looking up at him expectantly.
"You're filthy. If you think you're getting in my bed tonight you better get in this tub. Now." she commanded when he looked as though he was going to refuse and return to the tv.
Kristy ignored his glare and moved her gaze south. Following the descending zipper to his coveralls. Watching him shrug his shoulders from the top half was always a treat. Them being one of her favorite features of his body.
Mac's hand hesitated on the bottom of his stained wife-beater a second when he realized she was watching. A slight redness coming to his cheeks and ears before he averted his gaze from her to continue almost shyly, pulling the soiled material up over his body to let it drop on the floor.
He'd never been concerned about whether or not a woman found him attractive. Always giving them no choice either way. But now here he was. Fumbling with his boots and self-consciously wondering what Krystal thought of him. If she found him more desirable than the gym sculpted fuckwad he seemed to be endlessly comparing himself to lately and coming up short.
He chanced another glance up at her from undoing the last set of laces to find her bottom lip captured between her teeth. Dark eyes hooded and devouring every move of his arms.
'Bitch wouldn' be with me by 'er own choice if she didn' have tha hots fer me.' he reassured himself while kicking off his boots.
Kristy almost wished he'd go slower so the little show she was getting would last longer as she finished off the beer. All too soon his suit and boxers were on the floor.
"Uh-uh, sit right here." she instructed, spreading her thighs when Mac tried climbing in to sit in the opposite end.
"Aint it s'pposta be tha other way 'round?" he frowned, reluctantly settling himself in between her legs.
"It'll be any way I want it." she replied with a smile, pulling him back until his head was cushioned on her breasts, entwining her legs around his simply to prove her point.
After handing off her half finished cigarette to Mac she worked up a lather of soap before placing her hands on his shoulders. Working her fingers in small circles moving towards his spine. He let out a small groan when she worked out a knot near the base of his neck.
"I shouldn't have forced myself on you today." she murmured next to his ear when his head slipped to the side. "I'm sorry." she apologized, a first for her.
"Wadn't that bad." he grumbled, stiffening at her words.
With a little more pressure added into her kneading he was relaxed against her once more, putty in her hands. Kristy didn't expect an answer to anything else she was about to say. He'd most likely go bolting from the tub at the sentimental mush that was going to spew from her mouth.
'Did that adorable fucker spike my beer?'
"Sometimes I can't help but be violent, it's in my blood. But you know I try not to seriously injure you right? Besides that whiskey bottle." she corrected herself, moving her fingers to caress the nearly healed permanent imprint of her teeth on his neck.
He shrugged his shoulders in reply, inhaling deeply through his nose as she continued pampering his muscles.
"I know you've murdered people for the business, for your family, even for your own enjoyment." she asserted, moving lower to his shoulder blades, slipping her hands in between them.
"How'd ya know that?" he hissed as his eyes shot open, body tensing under her touch once more.
"Devon gets loose lips when he drinks enough." she huffed, annoyed at being interrupted.
"The point is I've never done so myself. But if anyone ever hurt you or became a threat to you. I'd kill them. Even Devon or Walter." she confessed softly, continuing to entice him into staying with her massage.
He was enjoying it immensely despite the unsettling things she was saying. His body had never been treated to such attention before and it felt amazing.
"I've never cared about anyone before and I'll protect you right down to my last breath Mac." she whispered as her hands rubbed against raised scars, that though unconfirmed, always had her glaring at Walter when no one was looking.
Mac choked back the terror rising up in him, afraid that what she said was a lie, even more scared that the depth of conviction in her voice made it undeniably true. He let out a shaky breath, trying to hold it together. Failing when the fears on the tip of his tongue came spilling out.
"Yer a liar aint no body never cared 'bout me an no one will. 'M stupid, can't do nothing' right always fuckin' shit up. Ya said so yer self. 'M worthless." he growled while sitting up off her, his voice wavering at the last statement, something his father had told him all his life, ground into him.
His worst fear of all, the one he would never admit. Was that she would up and leave when she got tired of him. Just like his mother.
"You don't know how wrong you are." she assured him, reaching out to force him back against her, wrapping her arms tightly around him when she won the small battle, perching her chin on his shoulder. "You're my whole twisted world whether either of us likes it or not."
Mac turned his face away even though she was behind him. Unwilling to let her see the wide eyed scared shitless expression on his face.
"It's not your fault your education was taken from you. You've never been given the chance to learn. Just look how quick you're picking up a second language. We've been at it less that a week and you can practically call me every name in the mexican book. You're even using them along with other words." she pointed out, praising him on his excellent Spanish profanity.
He remained silent as she continued with venom in her voice. "He did that to you to keep you at a disadvantage and keep you stuck here under his thumb."
He knew she was right, he'd thought the same thing many times. Always resenting the fact that Devon had gotten to go off to college while he was stuck in Cainville without a high school diploma or even a GED.
"You do plenty of things right. You just never get any recognition for it. Only the mistakes end up getting brought to attention. Devon even admitted to me he was impressed at how efficiently you killed off his friends." she claimed, leaning her face against the side of his exposed neck. "I'm at fault in that aspect myself, I've said a lot of mean shit to you out of anger. But I've never thanked you for saving me that night I almost accidentally killed myself. I'm alive right now because of you."
"Only cuz I was peepin' through yer window jerkin' it to ya." he hoarsely snapped, trying to cheapen the single most noble act he'd committed in his life and get his voice along with his emotions under control.
"So what, I'd still be dead." she shot back, tightening her hold on Mac when he tried squirming away, nuzzling her face into him.
"You're worth more to me than anything I've got. You're priceless. If I didn't have you I'd be a robot again, you make me feel almost everything a person is supposed to feel." she breathed out against him, adding a kiss to his skin here and there.
"I haven't been afraid in so long I'd forgot what it felt like, until I imagined losing you." she confided, nudging his cheek with her nose before wobbly getting out to trade places with him.
Mac didn't want to let the warm tingly feeling that had nothing to do with bath water wash over him as he replayed her words over in his head and she settled against his chest. As much as he wanted to attribute it all to the powder he'd funneled into her drink. He knew from personal experience the drug made you spill your warm fuzzy truthful guts and give in to the things you wanted most.
"You drugged me didn't you?" she giggled after turning around for a kiss, bopping him on the nose with a finger to leave behind bubbles.
"Mighta slipped ya sumthin' ta ease yer bitchy mood." he admitted when he pulled away from the tender lip lock he indulged her in.
"Mmmm that's okay, it's kinda nice." she hummed with a smile, turning onto her side she curled up in his lap tracing a circle around the scab closest to her face where her head rested on his chest.
"What bullshit we gotta do tomorrow?" he asked contently, wrapping one arm around her, using the other to pull a fresh smoke from her pack on the shelf and light it before resting his chin on her head.
His use of 'we' made her grin uncontrollably.
"We've got to go grocery shopping. Clean out the fire pit. Get ready for everyone to come over." she rattled off, sure she was forgetting something on their to-do list.
"If I gotta looket that douchebag smile at'cha one more time I'ma knock his whitened teeth out." Mac growled around a stream of smoke, unoccupied hand tightening on her unconsciously.
"Well I'm not driving to the next town for groceries and look what happened last time I went without you. So I guess someone is losing some teeth." she snickered, smiling up at him dopily before his stony expression sobered her mood a bit.
He was genuinely jealous just at the thought of Adam smiling at her.
Sitting up Kristy straddled him. Putting her hands on either side of Mac's neck she rested her forehead against his, looking into his sad ocean eyes. "I can't love but what I feel for you is the closest I'll ever get."