The Unit Fic: Coming Home
Posted to unit_command
Title: Coming Home
Pairing/Characters: Mack/Tiffy, OC
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: The Wall
Summary: Things were different with Mack and Tiffy before they had kids
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
"Tiffy! I thought you weren't going to come to girls' night out tonight!"
Tiffy tossed her blonde hair back and gestured to the bartender to bring her regular order.
"Why not? A girl needs her fun."
Tiffy's friend Miranda eyed her suspiciously as she fanned herself fruitlessly in the stuffy hot bar. "But I thought Mack was getting home tonight. Aren't you amped to see your husband? He's been gone for weeks. Or is the honeymoon over already?"
Tiffy scoffed. "Honeymoon? Who says military wives actually *get* honeymoons?"
The bartender put a bottle of Corona, a shot of tequila, and a bowl of lime wedges in front of Tiffy and she grinned before downing the shot, sucking on the lime wedge with gusto.
She gestured to the bartender for a second shot and turned back to Miranda.
"I'm tired of being the good wife, waiting at home. If he actually gets home on schedule for a change and wants to see me, he knows where to find me."
She took a swig of beer as Miranda shook her head.
"I guess I'm surprised to see you act like this when you two haven't been married that long. I know that if Enrique was coming home after a long mission I'd be pacing the floor at the house waiting for him."
"Don't we pace enough as it is?" Tiffy groused. "Girls' night out is only once a week and I aim to keep that date even if it's inconvenient for my husband. Hell, his job doesn't care about inconveniencing me, why should I rearrange my schedule for his?"
Tiffy picked up another lime and her second shot and raised her glass to Miranda. "Here's to putting my needs first."
She tossed back the shot, closed her eyes, winced at the burn and sucked long and hard on the lime wedge.
By the time she opened her eyes, Mack had crossed the room and was only steps away from her.
Stunned, she barely got the lime out of her mouth before she stared slack jawed at the unexpected sight of her husband striding purposefully towards her.
Mack grabbed the wrist of the hand that still held the lime near her face and pulled it away as he crushed his lips against hers, plundering her mouth with his tongue as his taste melded with the alcohol and lime.
The kiss was cut off as abruptly as it started, leaving Tiffy gasping and more than a little unsteady.
Mack licked his lips with an almost predatory glint in his eye.
"Needs salt." His voice rumbled low and warm and it brought up a flush of desire in her. Mack leaned in and licked a drop of sweat that had been lazily making its way down her neck and she went weak in the knees at the feel of his tongue on her bare skin.
Before she could recover, Mack turned to Miranda and the others and gave them a smile and a nod in greeting.
"Evening, ladies. I'm sorry to bust in like this, but I was hoping to borrow the missus for a little private time, if you don't mind."
Mack picked up Tiffy's beer, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away, still too speechless to protest.
As he led her through the crowd of sweaty bar patrons, he took a long drink of her beer and then plopped it down on a nearby abandoned table as he walked past it.
He pulled her down the empty hallway past the bathrooms and through a door marked 'Authorized Personnel Only'. He glanced around then quickly opened an unmarked door and pushed Tiffy into the room.
It was a tiny but neat janitor's closet, with the brooms and mops all lined up nicely in the corner. Mack locked the door behind them and before Tiffy could get a word out, he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her fiercely, his muscular form flush and hard against her.
She struggled slightly against him, but knew her efforts were fruitless. When he broke the kiss and started working his way down her neck, he whispered in her ear, making her quiver inside.
"You know I like it when you pretend to resist me, but is that really how you want to play right now? I had other things in mind... Things you might like even better..."
Finally finding her voice, she retorted saucily, "Like?"
Mack pulled back enough for her to see his wolfish grin then busied himself working his way down her body. His hands slid down her neck to her breasts - his touch tantalizingly fleeting - then to the thin strip of skin exposed around her navel and finally down to her thighs as his fingers skittered briefly under her skirt.
"I was thinking of reminding you why you miss me when I'm gone," he murmured.
He pushed her short skirt up around her waist and pressed his open mouth against the tiny scrap of lace between her legs, exhaling hot and hard so she could feel it through the skimpy fabric.
She wobbled, unsteady as the tequila started to go to her head, as Mack slipped his arm under one of her thighs, all but tossing her leg over his shoulder to give him better access.
Her breath stuttered as his fingers slid beneath the lace, building her need more than satisfying it - his touch teasingly light.
Then, with a hard yank, he tore the thong off her. She gasped as his tongue targeted her clit with laser accuracy, making her squirm in seconds - fingers scrabbling against his short regulation haircut and across the taut muscles of his back.
Two thick fingers slid into her cunt and she bore down, all but begging for more, until he pulled them out then shoved three at once inside her.
Every inch of her skin sang with sensation, every nerve ending aflame.
Her mouth fell open in a helpless O, sucking oxygen in each heavy breath - almost unable to stand, the pleasure was so overwhelming.
He pulled his fingers out briefly, but before she could catch her breath, they were back - plus a newly slicked one pressing its way into her ass.
She flailed, giant shudders rocking her body as she folded over Mack - the only thing holding her up - wave upon wave of unending ecstasy swamping her senses until she nearly blacked out.
Then Mack was up, standing, pushing her into the wall, pushing into her - cock hot and ready between her legs. He lifted both her legs up and she crossed her ankles behind him as he ploughed into her, head spinning as she fell towards the maelstrom of a second even more powerful orgasm.
She heard a sound - far away in her own ears - but it was her own voice screaming out her completion as Mack pounded away, his final thrusts wild and brusque before he stiffened - his yell preternaturally loud in her ear by comparison - and slumped against her as the last of her energy faded away into nothingness.
She couldn't really stand so he eased her legs down then lowered her gently to the floor, enfolding the heap of her in his arms as she leaned against the familiar muscular chest that smelt like sex and guns and home when it wasn't an empty building.
"I hate it when you go away," she muttered, still a little petulant.
Mack kissed her forehead, pulling her in close.
"Yeah, but you love it when I come home..."
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Title: Coming Home
Pairing/Characters: Mack/Tiffy, OC
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: The Wall
Summary: Things were different with Mack and Tiffy before they had kids
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
"Tiffy! I thought you weren't going to come to girls' night out tonight!"
Tiffy tossed her blonde hair back and gestured to the bartender to bring her regular order.
"Why not? A girl needs her fun."
Tiffy's friend Miranda eyed her suspiciously as she fanned herself fruitlessly in the stuffy hot bar. "But I thought Mack was getting home tonight. Aren't you amped to see your husband? He's been gone for weeks. Or is the honeymoon over already?"
Tiffy scoffed. "Honeymoon? Who says military wives actually *get* honeymoons?"
The bartender put a bottle of Corona, a shot of tequila, and a bowl of lime wedges in front of Tiffy and she grinned before downing the shot, sucking on the lime wedge with gusto.
She gestured to the bartender for a second shot and turned back to Miranda.
"I'm tired of being the good wife, waiting at home. If he actually gets home on schedule for a change and wants to see me, he knows where to find me."
She took a swig of beer as Miranda shook her head.
"I guess I'm surprised to see you act like this when you two haven't been married that long. I know that if Enrique was coming home after a long mission I'd be pacing the floor at the house waiting for him."
"Don't we pace enough as it is?" Tiffy groused. "Girls' night out is only once a week and I aim to keep that date even if it's inconvenient for my husband. Hell, his job doesn't care about inconveniencing me, why should I rearrange my schedule for his?"
Tiffy picked up another lime and her second shot and raised her glass to Miranda. "Here's to putting my needs first."
She tossed back the shot, closed her eyes, winced at the burn and sucked long and hard on the lime wedge.
By the time she opened her eyes, Mack had crossed the room and was only steps away from her.
Stunned, she barely got the lime out of her mouth before she stared slack jawed at the unexpected sight of her husband striding purposefully towards her.
Mack grabbed the wrist of the hand that still held the lime near her face and pulled it away as he crushed his lips against hers, plundering her mouth with his tongue as his taste melded with the alcohol and lime.
The kiss was cut off as abruptly as it started, leaving Tiffy gasping and more than a little unsteady.
Mack licked his lips with an almost predatory glint in his eye.
"Needs salt." His voice rumbled low and warm and it brought up a flush of desire in her. Mack leaned in and licked a drop of sweat that had been lazily making its way down her neck and she went weak in the knees at the feel of his tongue on her bare skin.
Before she could recover, Mack turned to Miranda and the others and gave them a smile and a nod in greeting.
"Evening, ladies. I'm sorry to bust in like this, but I was hoping to borrow the missus for a little private time, if you don't mind."
Mack picked up Tiffy's beer, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away, still too speechless to protest.
As he led her through the crowd of sweaty bar patrons, he took a long drink of her beer and then plopped it down on a nearby abandoned table as he walked past it.
He pulled her down the empty hallway past the bathrooms and through a door marked 'Authorized Personnel Only'. He glanced around then quickly opened an unmarked door and pushed Tiffy into the room.
It was a tiny but neat janitor's closet, with the brooms and mops all lined up nicely in the corner. Mack locked the door behind them and before Tiffy could get a word out, he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her fiercely, his muscular form flush and hard against her.
She struggled slightly against him, but knew her efforts were fruitless. When he broke the kiss and started working his way down her neck, he whispered in her ear, making her quiver inside.
"You know I like it when you pretend to resist me, but is that really how you want to play right now? I had other things in mind... Things you might like even better..."
Finally finding her voice, she retorted saucily, "Like?"
Mack pulled back enough for her to see his wolfish grin then busied himself working his way down her body. His hands slid down her neck to her breasts - his touch tantalizingly fleeting - then to the thin strip of skin exposed around her navel and finally down to her thighs as his fingers skittered briefly under her skirt.
"I was thinking of reminding you why you miss me when I'm gone," he murmured.
He pushed her short skirt up around her waist and pressed his open mouth against the tiny scrap of lace between her legs, exhaling hot and hard so she could feel it through the skimpy fabric.
She wobbled, unsteady as the tequila started to go to her head, as Mack slipped his arm under one of her thighs, all but tossing her leg over his shoulder to give him better access.
Her breath stuttered as his fingers slid beneath the lace, building her need more than satisfying it - his touch teasingly light.
Then, with a hard yank, he tore the thong off her. She gasped as his tongue targeted her clit with laser accuracy, making her squirm in seconds - fingers scrabbling against his short regulation haircut and across the taut muscles of his back.
Two thick fingers slid into her cunt and she bore down, all but begging for more, until he pulled them out then shoved three at once inside her.
Every inch of her skin sang with sensation, every nerve ending aflame.
Her mouth fell open in a helpless O, sucking oxygen in each heavy breath - almost unable to stand, the pleasure was so overwhelming.
He pulled his fingers out briefly, but before she could catch her breath, they were back - plus a newly slicked one pressing its way into her ass.
She flailed, giant shudders rocking her body as she folded over Mack - the only thing holding her up - wave upon wave of unending ecstasy swamping her senses until she nearly blacked out.
Then Mack was up, standing, pushing her into the wall, pushing into her - cock hot and ready between her legs. He lifted both her legs up and she crossed her ankles behind him as he ploughed into her, head spinning as she fell towards the maelstrom of a second even more powerful orgasm.
She heard a sound - far away in her own ears - but it was her own voice screaming out her completion as Mack pounded away, his final thrusts wild and brusque before he stiffened - his yell preternaturally loud in her ear by comparison - and slumped against her as the last of her energy faded away into nothingness.
She couldn't really stand so he eased her legs down then lowered her gently to the floor, enfolding the heap of her in his arms as she leaned against the familiar muscular chest that smelt like sex and guns and home when it wasn't an empty building.
"I hate it when you go away," she muttered, still a little petulant.
Mack kissed her forehead, pulling her in close.
"Yeah, but you love it when I come home..."
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