Synopsis: when Mac comes home after a particularly long mission you are both excited to reunite. requested by @thenerdysimp
Content warnings: very suggestive but no outright smut
It had been months since you'd seen your boyfriend, Mac. Off on another one of his missions, you were left alone in the house, other than that of Bozer's haphazard appearances. And to say you were frustrated would be an understatement. You missed your boyfriend, his company and also the company of his friends, who also happened to be yours.
And Bozer, while fun to be around, was just as busy with the same mission on this side of the world. You didn't even know what country Mac was in right now, all classified information as far as phoenix was concerned. You weren't even supposed to know where he really worked, let alone what cases he was working on.
So you couldn't ask questions, and you didn't. But that did make it hard, in turn, not to miss Mac even more. Bozer was out for the day, off to visit is parents now that the mission was completed, and you were sitting at home giddy as a new puppy waiting for Mac to return. You sat by the door, absolutely restless, hoping that any second from now you would hear the doorknob turning as the door creaked open. But there was nothing, no sign of him yet. You were left to wait.
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Mac was planning a surprise. He hadn't seen you in months, and Maddy's no contact rule for missions as dangerous as the one he'd just arrived back from meant that he hadn't spoken to you in months either. He was alive with the need to see you, to hear your voice, to feel your skin under his hands.
He knew you'd be waiting for him when he got home, but he wanted to see the surprise on your face at his arrival. So he was heading in the backdoor, the one he knew you wouldn't be waiting by.
And he was so desperate to get inside he might have flagged the whole idea all together just to get to you faster. But he was nothing if not committed to an idea, and he was going to stick with this one too.
He creeps around the side of the house as best he can with the fallen leaves and twigs surrounding it, and makes it to the back door without a fuss. And then he slides open the lock as quietly as he can.
And soon enough he's inside, sliding off his dirty boots at the door as to not tread mud through the house. And also so you don't hear his footsteps on the hardwood floors.
He sees you once he rounds the corner from the back exit toward the living room and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest, trying to reach out to you. He feels like a teenager again, feeling your presence everywhere in him.
He's lost all interest in being quiet now and simply stands at the end of the hallway with a grin on his face. "honey, i'm home." he says, watching you spin around in an instant to see him standing there. Your face makes way for the widest smile he's ever seen and you leap up from the arm of the couch where you'd perched yourself.
"Oh my fucking god that's so cheesy." you say, near laughing as you make your way toward him. Mac is trying his best not to run to you to close the gap faster, but the few steps he does take are fast paced and full of need. As soon as he has his hands on you it feels like liquid fire is running through his veins. He doesn't get time to say anything more to you, because you've got your hands on either side of his face and have pulled him in for a kiss.
It's passionate but sweet, conveying that you missed him in the touch of your lips to his. But not quite how much you missed him. Not yet, but soon. You move your hands to his hair, pulling in the way you know that he craves, and he groans into your mouth.
"Missed me, huh?" He mumbles once you both break away for air.
The way you grin up at him in response answers his question before your words can. "Always do." you mumble, eyes raking over his face as if reminding yourself of all the parts of him. His own gaze moves over your features, noting everything he's missed since he's been away. Your perfume is different, that's the first thing he noticed, but your shampoo is the same. He loves the smell of your shampoo. It so sweet, it makes hungry for you every time he catches the scent. While away he passed a woman on the street who must have used the same one, because for hours after Mac could not focus on anything other than thoughts of you, and what he was going to do with you once he got home. And the smell of your shampoo now, has reminded him just what he wants to do.
"You got any plans today?" He asks, and you can tell what he's thinking by the look in his eyes, pure lust behind baby blue.
Your fingers run through the hair on the nape of his neck, "Absolutely none."
And that's all it takes for Mac to keep kissing you, pulling you impossibly closer in the hallway, until his back has hit the wall and he's got his hands everywhere he can get a hold.
His lips leave yours to trail a path down your neck, sucking on the spot he knows will make you squirm. He lives for the sound of your shallow breaths, and you live to let him take them from you.
Mac lifts you up, hands the back of your thighs and moving higher, with a confidence that makes your head spin. Being in love with Mac is maddening at times, but it sure has it's perks. If there's one thing you know for sure, it's that he's good with his hands.
He starts walking with you in his hold, your legs around his waist as he moves blindly. He won't stop kissing you, he doesn't think he can, until of course he stumbles over a chair leg in the kitchen. His grip on you tightens, as so not to drop you but you still squeal in alarm at the sudden jolt you get as he trips. Your forehead knocks with his and Mac lets out a soft, startled chuckle before straightening up.
"You good?" he questions, head still spinning from the taste of your skin he was getting just moments before as well as the bump from your forehead he just sustained.
"Yeah, I thought you were gonna drop me is all." you lean down to kiss him, and Mac accepts the gesture, taking so much pleasure in your lips that he nearly forgets where he is. He thinks about putting you down on the kitchen table and taking you right there, but that won't be comfortable, and he's got all day to spend with you. What's the rush?
"Drop you? Have you no faith in me?" he mumbles against your mouth, his teeth clicking against yours in the awkward kissing conversation. "I can hardly let you go, what makes you think I'd drop you?"
He starts moving again, toward the bedroom this time, and you don't have enough coherent thought to respond to him. Instead you manage to moan into his mouth, something that riles Mac up even more than before, if that's possible.
It's going to be a long day, and an even longer night for the neighbors, but Mac can't bring himself to care. He's home, and as far as you're concerned, he's got a lot of catching up to do.
Seriously you give me sunshiney blonde character who tries to make their world a better place and dark haired angsty character who is determinedly also NOT A BALL OF SUNSHINE (they totally are) and I will jump on that shit immediately.
“x and x are better as friends” have you considered that your partner is supposed to be your best friend and their friendship is literally what makes the ship so good
