Macgyver Imagines

Motorcycles in the Rain.

Hey guys! I was looking back on my stories and decided to do a part 2 of Hurt where she's healed enough to be with Mac.

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*6 months later*

After everything that happened with your ex, you took the time needed to heal. To love yourself again, you had lost a big part of yourself when you were with him. After all of the emotional turmoil that guy put you through you weren't sure how to love again, let alone trust someone.

The one thing that kept you fighting through your shit was the idea of Mac. You wanted to be with him so bad but he was right before, you needed time to be by yourself again. However, needing time to heal didn't keep you guys from continuing to flirt all the time. You were still living at his place, you sort of procrastinated when it came to finding your own place. Mac didn't exactly push you either, you both enjoyed living together so much neither of you pushed the idea of you moving out.

Currently you were coming home from another meeting for battered women. Going to those meetings were really helping you understand that you didn't do anything wrong, you didn't ask for it and it wasn't your fault he hit you.

As you were closing the door behind you, the sound of clinking metal and various noises echoed from the terrace. So you found yourself following the noise to find Mac outside tinkering with some contraption.

You called out his name, as you watched his back turn so he could face you. An enormous smile graced his face once he saw you in his presence. As he went to stand up, he tried to reach to give you a hug but furrowed his brows in confusion when you stepped back. That's when you pointed to his white tee, that perfectly clung tightly to his perfect frame, so he could see the massive oil stain on his shirt.

Mac looked down and immediately laughed as he shook his head "Sorry about that, I'm just working on this bike. Trying to fix the engine." He said, smacking a hand against the upholstered seat.

You crossed your arms over your chest, not being able to hide the evident smirk on your lips "Since when do you own a motorcycle?"

"Oh it's not mine, I'm uh just fixing it for Jack. Ya know, anytime anything of his is broken, Mac to the rescue I suppose." He chuckled as he began to wipe his grease covered hands on an old rag.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip as the image of Mac on a motorcycle entered your head. "That's too bad, I bet you'd look hot riding a motorcycle."

Mac dropped the rag, surprised by your comment. All he could do was let his mouth hang open while you quietly laughed to yourself while walking away. Like stated before, flirting occasionally took place but it was always playful banter. Nothing quite as bold and forward as what you had just said. However, you couldn't help it, he looked hot with that tight t-shirt and disheveled hair. Also you weren't sure why but anytime you saw Mac fixing something or building some crazy do dad it got you all hot and bothered.

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About an hour went by, you were sitting in room flipping mindlessly through a magazine until you heard a knock on your door. You told whoever it was, already having an idea, to come in. You watched as Mac waltzed it, new clothes and wet hair which means he just took a shower.