For my Charlie-Bear
Who: Mac and Jesse -cameo by Angel and Ethan
Where: on Base
What: Drabble request; Mac and Jesse 'bond'.
Rating: R
Kicking Ethan out of his own room that night wasn't hard. She'd done a rather good job of it actually; organising a 'quiet night' for Ethan and anyone he wanted -she'd already made bets with Shar Pei that he'd take Angel. But giving Ethan her 'hard won' tickets to the theatre, under the guise of her never liking it at all, and it just happening to be in Seattle meant for a whole night and half the day where Ethan would be completely off base. Thus, his room would be sans him.
The whole point of this entire exercise.
Since Jess got his sling off yesterday, Mac had sort of started planning a little treat for the kid. And her treat commenced at twenty-two hundred hours; which was technically when everyone was meant to settle for the night. They rarely did, but Mac wasn't in the mood to complain at all.
Instead of heading to her own room, Mac made her way to Ethan and Jesse's, not bothering with knocking and just slinking inside. Jess looked up from the magazine he was flipping through, sitting on his bed and turned towards her with a mildly perplexed expression. Not that Mac blamed him, not really. "Hey, ma'am."
"You can drop the ma'am," Mac commented, waltzing into the room and flicking through Ethan's music collection until she found what she wanted. It had been a gag gift that she'd given him a few months back, but he'd kept it and boy was she glad about that now. "Unless that's your thing." Popping the Rilo Kiley CD into the player, Mac selected 'Moneymaker' and put it on repeat before turning to find Jess sitting at the end of his bed. "Perfect."
With a smirk, Mac dropped the coat she was wearing, revealing her rather skimpy candy striper uniform. It didn't fasten all the way up her chest, stopping just at her cleavage to bust around her breasts, and the skirt stopped at her mid-thigh rather than her knee. Her socks were white and reached her knee, because she couldn't find stockings at short notice and she was wearing a borrowed pair of stilettos. But Jess didn't seem to mind if his stare was anything to go by.
"Now this my kind of check up." The grin was a slow spread and Mac mirrored it as she slowly walked over to his bed, slotting one of her legs between his as her hands slid up to his shoulders. His nose was right in front of her breasts, but he tilted his head back to stare up at her.
"We aim to please." His good hand, the one that hadn't been in a sling for weeks, ran up the back of her thigh, stopping just where her leg became butt and squeezing slightly. Mac just grinned before pushing him to lie back, her hands skimming under his shirt and pushing it up his stomach before she leaned over, her lips kissing and licking up his chest. Dragging her teeth lightly over his nipples, Mac smirked against his skin at the light hiss and way his body arched up towards her. Jesse hissed as his hips pressed up and against Mac's knee, supporting her weight on the end of the bed between his legs, getting a chuckle from Mac.
Jesse's t-shirt was pulled up and over his head, his hands moving to Mac's hips and pulling her onto the bed fully, straddling his hips as he leaned up and mouthed kisses against her throat and up her neck. Groaning lightly, Mac pressed her hips down into Jesse's, startling a gasp from both of them while her hands ran up his arms, slowing as they reached his shoulders and caressing the muscles under the skin. "Fuck, getting shot doesn't seem so bad now." Jesse smirked as he undid the buttons at the front of Mac's little uniform, pushing the top half down her arms and nuzzling against the smooth, pale skin of her breasts.
"I bet you say that to all the girls." Even with the top half of her candy striper outfit pooling around her waist, Mac grinned at Jesse while he licked at her breasts through her bra. Pulling her hands out of the sleeves that catch at her wrists, Mac moans lightly, hands smoothing up and through Jesse's hair, clutching the back of his head as he bit down on her nipple through her bra. "Fuck, yes." Mac's nipples are hard peaks against the fabric before she groans her frustration and pushes Jesse down again, still straddling his waist as she unfastens her bra, throwing it aside before getting the buttons on her top undone the rest of the way and standing up to shimmy the skirt part of the uniform off her hips and down to the floor.
She's moments away from bending to undo the shoes before Jesse is up and sitting again, hands going to her waist and drawing her closer again, mouth pressing to her stomach and down to place kisses and soft bites to her hips. His mouth teases along the top of her panties, hands skimming over the sides and up her rib cage to cup her breasts again and Mac finds herself drawn back into his lap as Jesse continues to tease her body.
"Wasn't this supposed to be for you?" Her thighs rubbed just a little against the denim of his jeans and Mac managed to drag her hands between their bodies to unfasten his belt and start on his button and zipper while never letting his lips leave her skin. "It feels like I'm getting all the attention." And what attention it was. She was hardly about to complain, but this was supposed to be her treat for him.
"Oh, but it's such a good reward," Jesse half mumbled against her throat, teeth just shy of biting before he rolled his hips and pushed her up and over until she was lying on the bed and he had her legs around his waist, hovering over her. "I think I'll take my time with it."
Mac just laughed, arching as Jesse ducked down to kiss down her stomach, hands carrying on their caressing motion over her skin and her hands finding their way to his head. Really, it was just as well she'd managed to get Ethan away for as long as she did.
Hours later, with Mac and Jesse somehow fitting on the single, standard issue bed, Ethan walks in with a smiling and bubbling Angel to find them. It's a startled few minutes before Ethan manages to clear his throat and alert Mac and Jess to their presence.
Angel has the decency to step back outside, blushing just a little and giggling a touch more. Ethan just stares. "Dude, what did you think I was getting rid of you for?" Mac being Mac ignores the subtle hint that Ethan's trying to get across and just sprawls over Jesse's shoulder, despite his attempt to at least cover them a little and hide his mild embarrassment.
"Richards," there's a long suffering exasperation in the tone, and Mac just raises a hand to wave blindly.
"Go get some breakfast or something, we'll clean up and pretend this never happened." With another glance around the room and a glare towards a sheepish SPC Dylan, Ethan does little more than sigh and start to head back out the room after Angel. Stopping just at the doorway he turns back, scowl deeper than before.
"Shower separately." And while it may not be an order, the intended order behind it is clear enough.
"Oh, whatever." Mac just tugs Jesse back into a comfortable position and resumes her lazy morning sprawl. "He's such a jackass." Jesse doesn't agree, but doesn't exactly rush to get out of bed either. Mac counts it as a win.
Where: on Base
What: Drabble request; Mac and Jesse 'bond'.
Rating: R
Kicking Ethan out of his own room that night wasn't hard. She'd done a rather good job of it actually; organising a 'quiet night' for Ethan and anyone he wanted -she'd already made bets with Shar Pei that he'd take Angel. But giving Ethan her 'hard won' tickets to the theatre, under the guise of her never liking it at all, and it just happening to be in Seattle meant for a whole night and half the day where Ethan would be completely off base. Thus, his room would be sans him.
The whole point of this entire exercise.
Since Jess got his sling off yesterday, Mac had sort of started planning a little treat for the kid. And her treat commenced at twenty-two hundred hours; which was technically when everyone was meant to settle for the night. They rarely did, but Mac wasn't in the mood to complain at all.
Instead of heading to her own room, Mac made her way to Ethan and Jesse's, not bothering with knocking and just slinking inside. Jess looked up from the magazine he was flipping through, sitting on his bed and turned towards her with a mildly perplexed expression. Not that Mac blamed him, not really. "Hey, ma'am."
"You can drop the ma'am," Mac commented, waltzing into the room and flicking through Ethan's music collection until she found what she wanted. It had been a gag gift that she'd given him a few months back, but he'd kept it and boy was she glad about that now. "Unless that's your thing." Popping the Rilo Kiley CD into the player, Mac selected 'Moneymaker' and put it on repeat before turning to find Jess sitting at the end of his bed. "Perfect."
With a smirk, Mac dropped the coat she was wearing, revealing her rather skimpy candy striper uniform. It didn't fasten all the way up her chest, stopping just at her cleavage to bust around her breasts, and the skirt stopped at her mid-thigh rather than her knee. Her socks were white and reached her knee, because she couldn't find stockings at short notice and she was wearing a borrowed pair of stilettos. But Jess didn't seem to mind if his stare was anything to go by.
"Now this my kind of check up." The grin was a slow spread and Mac mirrored it as she slowly walked over to his bed, slotting one of her legs between his as her hands slid up to his shoulders. His nose was right in front of her breasts, but he tilted his head back to stare up at her.
"We aim to please." His good hand, the one that hadn't been in a sling for weeks, ran up the back of her thigh, stopping just where her leg became butt and squeezing slightly. Mac just grinned before pushing him to lie back, her hands skimming under his shirt and pushing it up his stomach before she leaned over, her lips kissing and licking up his chest. Dragging her teeth lightly over his nipples, Mac smirked against his skin at the light hiss and way his body arched up towards her. Jesse hissed as his hips pressed up and against Mac's knee, supporting her weight on the end of the bed between his legs, getting a chuckle from Mac.
Jesse's t-shirt was pulled up and over his head, his hands moving to Mac's hips and pulling her onto the bed fully, straddling his hips as he leaned up and mouthed kisses against her throat and up her neck. Groaning lightly, Mac pressed her hips down into Jesse's, startling a gasp from both of them while her hands ran up his arms, slowing as they reached his shoulders and caressing the muscles under the skin. "Fuck, getting shot doesn't seem so bad now." Jesse smirked as he undid the buttons at the front of Mac's little uniform, pushing the top half down her arms and nuzzling against the smooth, pale skin of her breasts.
"I bet you say that to all the girls." Even with the top half of her candy striper outfit pooling around her waist, Mac grinned at Jesse while he licked at her breasts through her bra. Pulling her hands out of the sleeves that catch at her wrists, Mac moans lightly, hands smoothing up and through Jesse's hair, clutching the back of his head as he bit down on her nipple through her bra. "Fuck, yes." Mac's nipples are hard peaks against the fabric before she groans her frustration and pushes Jesse down again, still straddling his waist as she unfastens her bra, throwing it aside before getting the buttons on her top undone the rest of the way and standing up to shimmy the skirt part of the uniform off her hips and down to the floor.
She's moments away from bending to undo the shoes before Jesse is up and sitting again, hands going to her waist and drawing her closer again, mouth pressing to her stomach and down to place kisses and soft bites to her hips. His mouth teases along the top of her panties, hands skimming over the sides and up her rib cage to cup her breasts again and Mac finds herself drawn back into his lap as Jesse continues to tease her body.
"Wasn't this supposed to be for you?" Her thighs rubbed just a little against the denim of his jeans and Mac managed to drag her hands between their bodies to unfasten his belt and start on his button and zipper while never letting his lips leave her skin. "It feels like I'm getting all the attention." And what attention it was. She was hardly about to complain, but this was supposed to be her treat for him.
"Oh, but it's such a good reward," Jesse half mumbled against her throat, teeth just shy of biting before he rolled his hips and pushed her up and over until she was lying on the bed and he had her legs around his waist, hovering over her. "I think I'll take my time with it."
Mac just laughed, arching as Jesse ducked down to kiss down her stomach, hands carrying on their caressing motion over her skin and her hands finding their way to his head. Really, it was just as well she'd managed to get Ethan away for as long as she did.
Hours later, with Mac and Jesse somehow fitting on the single, standard issue bed, Ethan walks in with a smiling and bubbling Angel to find them. It's a startled few minutes before Ethan manages to clear his throat and alert Mac and Jess to their presence.
Angel has the decency to step back outside, blushing just a little and giggling a touch more. Ethan just stares. "Dude, what did you think I was getting rid of you for?" Mac being Mac ignores the subtle hint that Ethan's trying to get across and just sprawls over Jesse's shoulder, despite his attempt to at least cover them a little and hide his mild embarrassment.
"Richards," there's a long suffering exasperation in the tone, and Mac just raises a hand to wave blindly.
"Go get some breakfast or something, we'll clean up and pretend this never happened." With another glance around the room and a glare towards a sheepish SPC Dylan, Ethan does little more than sigh and start to head back out the room after Angel. Stopping just at the doorway he turns back, scowl deeper than before.
"Shower separately." And while it may not be an order, the intended order behind it is clear enough.
"Oh, whatever." Mac just tugs Jesse back into a comfortable position and resumes her lazy morning sprawl. "He's such a jackass." Jesse doesn't agree, but doesn't exactly rush to get out of bed either. Mac counts it as a win.