A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

First Time

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Mac and Beth were halfway through the movie. Mac was watching it with intense concentration, as if he were trying to memorize every scene that played. Beth knew he was getting ideas of what to do to her, and she was excited for whatever Mac was throwing her way. 

"I'm gonna get a soda." She stated suddenly, standing up and heading into the kitchen. She bent down when she opened the fridge, purposely sticking her butt out as she grabbed a can of diet coke and a bottle of beer. Then she heard the movie pause and heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen. She smirked, shaking her butt a little. Mac grabbed her hips in his big strong hands and pressed his hips against her butt.

"You have a fantastic ass." He mumbled. Beth stood up straight and pressed her back to his chest as she shut the door, holding the can of pop and the bottle of beer. "Hope tha' beer's fer me." He mumbled, squeezing her hips. Beth giggled seductively and turned around, pressing her thinly clothed chest to his bare chest. He was just wearing his boxers. 

"You know it is, baby. So's the person holding it." She stated, batting her eyelashes. Mac smirked and took the beer from her hand. Once he did that, Beth's free hand moved to his shoulder. She gazed up into his eyes, and the atmosphere around the room went still. Mac's other hand was still on her hip. Beth started to lean up, preparing to kiss him for the first time. She ached to have his lips pressed against her own, to feel their bodies connect in a different way than sex. 

Just when she thought she'd get her wish, Mac pulled away and headed into the living room again. Now she wasn't just hurt, she was frustrated. Why didn't he want to kiss her? It wasn't like he was giving his soul away!

She stormed into the living room and snatched the remote off of the coffee table and shut the TV off. "What the hell?" Mac demanded. "I was gettin' good ideas-"

"Shut up!" She snapped. Mac's face hardened.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" He growled, setting his beer down and standing up. 

"Yes! Just fucking listen to me!" She screeched. Mac grunted and crossed his arms.

"I'm listenin'." He growled.

"Why didn't you kiss me back there? Huh? Why? Why do you lead me on and make me think you're going to kiss me, and then you turn around and just walk off to your beer and TV! I'm getting sick of it!" 

Mac scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He muttered, sitting back down. 

Beth shook her head. He didn't even care about this. All she was to him was another piece of ass. Why'd she think there was something more between them? She huffed in frustration and stormed away, listening to the TV click back on and the movie resumed. She shook her head again and sat down on the edge of the bed, covering her face with her hands as she quietly sobbed. She was so stupid. She was stupid to think Mac would listen, stupid to think Mac liked her back. He was a sex driven meth cook! Starting a family with his sex slave/hostage was the worst idea ever to him. The only reason he kept her around was to get his rocks off. But he could do that anywhere else, so why should she stay?

She got up quickly and made her way back down the hall, towards the front door. Mac glanced at her as she passed. "Where ya goin'? Best part's gonna-" He didn't finish his sentence before Beth swung the door open, letting the chilly night air into the house before storming out. Mac let out an irritated growl and stood up, pausing the movie once again. He stormed to the front door and swung it open, the cold quickly enveloping his almost naked body. His eyes scanned the desert, looking for Beth. He found her crossing the dirt road across from his house. The dumb bitch was heading straight into the middle of the desert. 

"Beth! Get yer ass over here!" He ordered. Instead of turning around or answering for that matter, she gave him the bird. He growled in frustration and slammed the door shut. He knew that she'd come crawling back eventually. She was smart enough to know that she would freeze to death out there without a jacket.

When the movie finished, Beth still hadn't returned. Mac checked the clock, realizing that it was almost midnight. Then he heard the distant howl of a coyote. "Shit!" He hissed, standing up and quickly heading to his bedroom. The stupid dogs hunted in packs, and Beth was weak. If they found her...

He quickly dressed in his jumpsuit and a wife beater, then he grabbed a flashlight and his hunting knife, just in case the flea ridden mutts tried attacking him. Then he grabbed an extra blanket and headed out. He flicked the flashlight on and pointed it at the ground. He saw the tracks of bare feet. He knew Beth had gone this way, and he started following the tracks. 

It didn't take him long to find her. She was only a couple hundred yards away from the house. She had her legs curled into her chest and her back to him. Mac stood behind her for a moment, waiting for her to move first. She knew he was behind her, yet she made no attempt to greet him. 

Finally Mac made a move. He took the blanket and draped it over her shoulders. She was cold to the touch. He made sure to cover her arms and legs before sitting beside her. "Y'all right?" He asked.

Beth shook her head, still glaring forward. Mac sighed and looked straight ahead. He wanted to kiss her, he really did. But if he did, then he'd fall for her. And if he fell for her, then she'd get taken away from him. He'd rather pretend to hate her and have her stay than confess his affections to her and have her get taken away. "Wanna go back?" He asked.

Beth sighed and looked down. "I guess." She muttered. Mac bit the bottom of his lip. He glanced around them, looking up at the stars. He had always liked the stars. They were so bright and pretty. He glanced at Beth. She was like a star. Her skin was pale enough that it actually looked like she was shining. And she was really pretty. Why would she want to kiss someone like him?

"Why do ya wanna kiss me?" He asked  eventually. 

Beth shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno." Was her answer. She knew why. She wanted to feel loved by him. To feel like she mattered to him, that she was more than a piece of ass for him. 

"You sure you wanna kiss me? Even with these?" He asked, pulling his lip down and baring his filthy meth-rotted teeth. 

Beth glanced at them and shrugged. Mac nodded once and leaned closer to her, cupping her chin in his hand. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. He was actually going to kiss her! She closed her eyes as Mac closed the distance with his lips.

The kiss was something different. When she first kissed Jimmy it had been her first kiss. That felt like a bunch of fireworks were going off inside her. This felt calm and soothing, relaxing even. It gave her a warm feeling inside her that made her want to melt. Never had a closed kiss felt so good.

When Mac pulled away, Beth wanted to grab him and pull him back in for another kiss. But she didn't. Mac was still cupping her chin, gazing down at her soft pink lips. He enjoyed the kiss more than he should've. He felt safe when his lips were on hers. 

Then he cleared his throat and pulled away. "C'mon. Let's get back 'fore ya freeze yer ass off out here." He mumbled, helping her to her feet. She nodded her head and walked beside him towards the house.