summary: a few mini individual fics centered around different type of kisses
kiss one | boredom + paper ball + spider-man kiss
He’d run out of things to do, which baffled Mac as this place was a goldmine of unfinished projects and ideas waiting to be completed. Yet, while Riley was busy spending the last two hours formatting another computer program, Mac had mastered enough energy for a game he called ‘paper ball’. An empty basket stood a few inches away from the coffee table, while Riley sat back against the couch too invested in her program to take notice.
The first dozen paper balls sprawled all across the floor, nine making it in the goal. So, Mac decided to up the difficult level. Hence, why he was now laying vertical on the couch, head slightly hanging over the edge. Scrunching another ball, he calculated the trajectory, making sure his arm and vision were steady. Throwing the paper, it bounced off the table landing poorly on the floor. The next ball, Mac made sure to scrunch tighter, he moved slightly to his right - closer to Riley - before attempting the shot. However, this one landed in a worse position than the first, completely nowhere near the basket. Taking a deep breath, he picked up his last remaining self made paper ball.
“You got this. Just keep head steady, firm grip on paper and in one swift catapult move-”.
He watched as the ball flew into the air, anticipation growing as it made it’s way closer to the target. However, an arm stretched forward, blocking the ball from making the goal.
“Riles, come on, that was about to go in”.
“As opposed to the countless of other paper balls scattered all over our living room”. She replied, smiling, eyebrows raised at the chaotic paper mess.
Mac scanned the room, giving her a sheepish grin.
“I’ll clean it up, promise”.
“You really can’t be that bored?”.
Mac swung his hands; once, then once more, before placing them on his stomach.
“Well since my girlfriend was too busy coding, I needed something to keep me busy”.
Riley chuckled. Underneath it all, Mac really was one, big, soft child who craved attention, despite his best efforts to try and hide that fact. But Riley knew him like her favourite book. And she had to applaud him for lasting this long while she finished up her program.
“If you can last another hour, I promise we can watch whatever movie you want for dinner”.
“Another hour?. Riles, I don’t think I can last that long”.
She shuffled closer, peeling away the strands of hair falling into his eyes, before leaning down and giving him enough motivation to make it through.
“Did you just spider-man kiss me?”.
“That I did”. She smirked, returning back to her laptop and leaving a stunned Mac dangling from the couch.
kiss two | long day + cuddles + forehead kiss
This is what Mac enjoyed most about returning home. The house no longer cold and empty. And he was no longer alone and unhappy. And every night Riley curled up beside him, Mac counted his blessings. Knowing full well how lucky he was.
“Sleeping on the jet isn’t nearly as comfortable as this”. Riley muttered, welcoming the touch of Mac’s fingers gracefully gliding up her arm.
“Or as private”. He added, earning a light tap against his thigh.
Staring up at the ceiling, he’d been meaning to ask her for days now. However, they’d never been the right moment. And when one presented itself, past experiences would often jeopardize Mac’s confidence. Because any future talk only ever gained one result.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, and I completely understand if you don’t wanna-”.
“Do you ever think about where we’d been in, I don’t know, the next two or five years?”.
“You mean Phoenix wise?”.
“I was thinking more us wise”.
Riley smiled, turning to face Mac. But quickly noticed worry, mixed with severe nerves and slight disappointment etched across his handsome features.
“What I mean is. We’ll be right here, curled up in bed, talking about our day. Maybe we’ll be married, but it doesn’t matter to me if we aren’t. Because I don’t need a ring to say I’m not going anywhere”. She stroked his cheek. “I’m here, Mac. And I always will be”.
The relief washed over him, along with happiness when he realized this is what it felt like to talk about the future with someone who wanted him in hers - no hesitation, no doubt.
“I know I’m a genius, but not even I can control that”.
“Fine, then two kids. Doesn’t matter the gender”. She said, resuming her previous cuddle position. “It’ll be nice. Just the four of us”.
“Yeah, we gotta get a dog too. We can name him Bruce”.
“Yeah, why not. Jack would love it”.
Riley shook her hand, imagining Jack’s face when he came face to face with a dog named Bruce. And even worse, all the conversations he’d most likely have with the fluffy friend.
“Let’s keep working on the name”. She said, yawning mid-sentence.
“Just a bit, but keep talking. Where do you think we’ll be in the next five years?”.
Mac continued to speak, listing off all things he envisioned - marriage, kids, finding a lake spot so they could fish, taking family vacations. He occasionally blushed when he realized how ahead of himself he’d gotten. And he hoped she didn’t mind, or better yet, notice. And as he looked down, Riley had softly drifted off.
He placed a tender kiss on her forehead, securing the blanket around the both of them before turning off the lights, and dreaming about what the next five years could be like with the women in his arms.
kiss three | riley + running late + cheek kiss
“I’m late, Matty’s gonna kill me”.
Mac groaned, barely getting his eyes open to witness Riley running from bedroom to bathroom trying to multitask putting clothes on and doing her hair.
“I was suppose to meet her at exactly 7 to go over new security protocols for the Phoenix. And now it’s 7:05, and I’m screwed”.
“I don’t think Matty is going to care if you’re a few minutes late”.
Riley ventured back into the bedroom, giving Mac a sharp look.
“Sorry, still waking up here. Yeah, you’re most likely screwed”.
She drew in a breath, checking to see if she was all ready to go. Rushing out the room Riley grabbed her leather jacket, only making it halfway past the threshold before turning back.
“Good morning. Eat breakfast without me, there’s a fresh load of laundry waiting to be put away, and I love you. See you soon”. She said, planting a quick kiss on Mac’s cheek.
“I love you too, drive safe”. He called out, hearing the door shut seconds after he did.
Shaking his head, Mac couldn’t help but half smile. Rarely was it ever a normal morning in the Macgyver household. But, he never wanted it any other way.
kiss four | date night + red + lipstick kiss
“When’s our dinner reservation?”. Mac asked, fixing up his white collar top.
“At eight, but we need to get there at least 10 minutes before”.
Riley adjusted her black slit knee-length dress, the one she brought specifically for tonight which was a milestone for a number of reasons. Between the way her feelings got revealed, Mac’s break up with Desi, and then both trying to fight their feelings. Things hadn’t been easy. A few rough patches learning to adjust, but they managed to find smooth common ground. And now, more than anything they wanted to enjoy celebrating their first six months together.
Wrapping his arms around her, Mac followed the slit down her legs. A shiver evoked Riley as she tried to focus on applying the last touch to her outfit - dark, red lipstick.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look?”.
“I don’t believe you have”.
“How forgetful of me”. He whispered, kissing her exposed shoulder. “You look absolutely beautiful, Riles”.
“We’re going to be late and miss our reservation. So, keep it in your pants, Macgyver”. She said, placing both hands on his chest and leaning up for a kiss.
Pulling away, Riley giggled.
“What?. Why are you laughing?”.
Slanting to the side, Mac glanced in the mirror, noticing Riley’s lipstick had left a mark on the corner of his lips. Then another appeared, then another, and another.
“I’m glad this is all very amusing for you”.
Riley continued to laugh, looking all to pleased with her handy work. For the second she was distracted, Mac reached for her waist, but only grazed the fabric of her dress as Riley dashed towards the room, Mac hot on her trail. He managed to catch her, spinning Riley around from the door and onto the bed, pressing his own kisses to her face.
“Damn, no lipstick stain. Guess I’m just gonna have to-”.
Riley’s eyes grew wide, catching the hidden meaning behind his mischievous smirk.
“No, Mac. Don’t you dare”.
She wiggled under him, laughing until cheeks were sore as Mac found all her ticklish spots.
“Okay, okay. I surrender”. Riley said, in between breaths, glancing towards the alarm clock. “I guess we won’t be making our reservation”.
“PJ’s and takeout?”. Mac asked, helping her up.
kiss five | equation + 6:03 + jaw kiss
It wasn’t the frustrating sighs or the light peeking under the door that awoke Riley, but rather, the cold sheets beside her. He’d pulled another all nigher. She could tell, because while his side of the bed was all crumpled, Riley would place any number of bets that Mac barely slept. Jumping up at the first sign of daylight.
“Mac, you’ve been trying to solve that equation for the past 48 hours”.
“I’m missing something, Riles. I just can’t seem to figure out what”.
Taking the marker from his hands, she blocked his vision of the white board.
“And you won’t be able to figure it out if you’re exhausted and hungry”. She placed a few kisses along his jaw, hoping it would calm Mac down. “You’re always telling me if there’s a problem I can’t solve, to take a step back and come back to it with fresh eyes. So, what do you wanna do first. Coffee or take a shower?”.
He sat on the kitchen stool, the taste of sweet, rich goodness soothing his body. And with it, he enjoyed the morning with Riley, forgetting all about the equation. Until the answer hit him while staring at the steam covered shower screen.
“Riley. Riley, I figured it out”. Mac called, rushing to fasten his sweatpants while leaving droplets of water behind him. “And you were right. All I needed to do was clear my head”.
“I’m glad I could help, Mac”.
He smiled, excitedly rubbing the white board clean and starting over.
kiss six | morning after + breakfast + neck kiss
Mac still couldn’t believe it, not once he fully awoke, or once he found Riley in the kitchen wearing his red flannel shirt. He even blinked a few times to make sure the scene in front wasn’t him still dreaming.
Riley looked up, a somewhat pink blush dancing across her cheeks.
“Morning, I was just about to make breakfast. You want some?”.
Mac slyly slid behind Riley, wrapping two arms around her waist. Wasting no time to greet her a different type of good morning. She leaned back, giving Mac more access to her neck. His lips felt like they did last night - soft and in full control. And as the bliss of that memorable event begun to repeat, both phones buzzed against the kitchen surface.
Mac sighed, “Matty and her not so impeccable timing”.
“Don’t let her hear you say that. Come on, we should get ready”.
“But we haven’t had breakfast”. Mac whined under his breath, following Riley into the bedroom. Where he found her standing by the shower door with a flirty smile.
“Are you serious?. Don’t mess with me, Riles”.
She opened the door, letting the water run. Earning the widest grin from Mac.
“Best morning ever”. He whispered, guiding her into the shower.
kiss seven | GTO + road trip + hand kiss
“Is that all the luggage?”.
“Wait, there’s one more”. She called out, jogging to place the last bag in the back of the GTO. “Okay, now we’re all good”.
The road trip had been weeks in planning. They found the perfect lake spot to relax, go fishing, and be with each other away from the LA noise. And it couldn’t of come at the perfect time, as both were hardly needed at Phoenix.
Throwing Mac the keys, the GTO roared to life.
She smiled, letting the breeze run through her hair.
Obeying the upcoming red light, Mac glanced over at Riley. She’d been awfully quiet for the past 20 minutes. He knew her mind had been wandering. It did every time they sat in the car.
“Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?”.
He grabbed her hand, softly kissing the back of it.
“Jack’s here too. It wouldn’t be a road trip without him”.
“I’m sure by now he would’ve taken over the radio”.
They both chuckled. Riley feeling a little more at ease, as she had all she needed.
She had a full weekend of no phones, no Phoenix. The GTO; a beautiful reminder of Jack.
