A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

Pleasant Gifts

"Mac, Mac wake up." Beth mumbled, rubbing his shoulder. They were laying in bed, and like every day, Beth was up before Mac. It was 10 o'clock in the morning though, and she knew Mac wouldn't be up until 1. She needed something and seeing as how she couldn't leave the house, Mac needed to wake up and go get something for her. "Mac baby, please wake up."

Mac groaned and shifted, rolling onto his side and covering his face with his pillow. "Leame 'lone." He muttered.

"I need something." She whined, now rubbing his back. She was still on her period, and she was craving something. Something only Mac could give her.

"What'd ya need now?" He moaned, tired as always.

Beth smirked and leaned down, slowly massaging his shoulders while her breath hovered by his ear. She'd been told that she gave excellent massages, and now she was trying to get Mac to do her deeds using her skill. "I need something very important. Only you can give it." She whispered, smiling when she heard him groan. Then he rolled onto his back, gazing up at her with sleepy eyes.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes.

"Yeah baby," Beth moaned, twirling a finger on his chest.

"What'd ya need? Tell me so I can give it to ya." Mac growled, reaching up and cupping her naked breasts in his hands.

Beth smirked and leaned down, her mouth inches from his ear. She heard him groan, groping at her beasts. "I need chocolate."

Mac froze. "Chocolate?" He asked, sounding confused.

Beth sat up, a smile on her face now instead of a smirk. "Yep. I've been craving it forever!" She said in exasperation. "I want those little Hershey chocolates with peanuts in them."

"Ya woke me up early so I can get ya fuckin' chocolate?" He demanded, annoyed.

"Yep. I don't have any money and I can't drive your truck." She said simply, as if it were enough of a reason to wake Mac from his precious slumber. "And I can't go into town."

Mac growled. "The hell am I gonna get then?" He demanded.

"A happy hostage. Now go before I want flowers too." She ordered, smiling happily as she sat off to the side to allow Mac to get up.

Mac groaned, sitting up very reluctantly. Why'd she want chocolate? Was it a period thing? What else would she need? Mac got up and went over to the dresser, pulling out his usual attire. Once he was situated in his clothing, Mac grabbed some wadded up cash and stuffed it in his pocket.

"Be back in a bit. Breakfast better be cookin' when I do." He muttered, heading out the door.

As Mac drove to the store where he got Beth's...womanly things, he couldn't stop wondering why the hell he was doing this. Why was he getting chocolate for his hostage? Chocolate! She was a hostage, not a guest. But was she really a hostage? She wasn't really forced to do anything anymore, minus cleaning and sometimes cooking. She wasn't chained up unless they were doing something kinky, and she pretty much welcomed Mac to invade her body like they were married. Married. Mac shook his head. He wasn't going to get married. He didn't want to be tied down like that. Especially if she was probably just going to leave or get taken away.

Mac finally pulled back into the parking lot, his mind jumbled from sleep and confusion. Well, here we go again. He thought, just knowing that he was going to embarrass himself again like last time.

He headed into the store, and went over to the food aisle. While he was browsing for Hershey peanut chocolate crap, he noticed a familiar blonde head of hair browsing through the M&Ms. Andrea. She was the local prostitute, and one of Mac's personal favorites. Right after Beth, of course. And she was a girl. She knew what they liked when they were on their thing.