A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

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Mac drove home as quickly as he could legally. He didn't want to be pulled over by a state trooper and have them see him splattered with blood. He needed to get home to Beth. He was nervous. She didn't seem too happy about him murdering someone before he left. Maybe the bullet wound in his shoulder would make her change her mind. He was chewing his thumbnail, his shoulder throbbing still, just as he saw their house coming up over the horizon. All of the lights were on, so Beth must've been awake. 

Beth was, however, asleep on the couch. She'd fallen asleep a couple hours after Mac left. She was not only heartbroken by his reaction to her confession, but she was extremely scared for his safety. What if he'd gotten killed? With those thoughts in her mind, she had fallen asleep, waiting for him to return. 

Then the door opened softly, but it was enough to wake Beth from her fragile sleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Mac?" She asked.

"Go back to sleep." He murmured gently. 

She turned around and gasped. Mac was covered in blood, and it was still trickling down his chest from a hole in his jumpsuit. He had an exhausted look in his eyes as he gazed at her. Dried blood was splattered on neck and matted in his hair. He looked horrible. 

"What happened?" She demanded, jumping to her feet and rushing over to him. 

"Nothin'. Jus' a flesh wound." He muttered, letting her pull his jumpsuit down a little to reveal the bullet wound. He winced when the fabric scraped the sensitive, bloody wound. Beth tugged the wife beater he was wearing aside, finally bringing the wound to light. 

"'Just a flesh wound'? Mac, you got shot!" She exclaimed, looking up at him with a horrified look in her eyes. 

"Ain't that bad." He muttered, shrugging his good shoulder. Then Beth gently touched the gaping wound, and Mac hissed in pain.

"Bullshit it ain't bad. Come on, get your ass into the bathroom." She ordered, heading into the hall closet to retrieve some medical supplies. Mac didn't argue, just went into the bathroom like she said. But he couldn't help but think about what could've happened with Andrea. How close he had come to cheating on Beth. He wasn't one to feel remorse or guilt, so this was an unpleasant feeling. He could've hurt Beth horribly, and right after she confessed her love to him. He needed to confess too. But what if something happened to one of them afterwards? Or if something happened to them before he could? Which was worse? 

He sat on the edge of the tub with his jumpsuit tied around his waist and his wife beater off. Blood was still pouring from the wound and it was throbbing in constant pain. It felt like a fire was spreading from his shoulder throughout his body. Beth emerged into the bathroom carrying a towel with some antibiotics on it, and she set it on the sink. She grabbed the towel and started dabbing at the raw wound. Mac winced and gritted his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists. 

"I take it the deal went badly?" Beth whispered, cleaning around the edge of the wound. 

"Nah. Fucker's dead." Mac muttered. "Got the money. Tha's all that counts." 

Beth didn't respond. She didn't want to hear about how Mac murdered someone. She also couldn't stop thinking about what she'd said earlier regarding her affections towards Mac. It hurt that he didn't feel the same way, but she wasn't that surprised either. She knew Mac wasn't the type to love anyone or anything. Maybe drugs and money and sex, but no person. She was almost 100% certain that he'd slept with at least half of the women around town. But a small part of her had been hoping that he had stopped sleeping around for her. It was a lot to hope for, but without hope, what do you have?

Mac watched Beth clean his shoulder, noticing how her golden hair rippled in the dusty light of the bathroom. Her sparkling blue eyes were focused on the bullet wound, and her small round lips were pursed in concentration. She was beautiful beyond compare. So much more beautiful than Andrea or any of the other hookers around town. He wanted to kiss her. They hadn't kissed in so long, and he loved the feeling of her lips on his. 

When Beth turned around to grab some medicine, Mac grabbed her by the arm and pulled her closer. She looked his way, but before she could open her mouth to speak, Mac's lips were planted on hers. The hand on his good arm held the back of her head, while his other hand rested against her cheek. His eyes were closed as he savored the feeling of her lips on his. He loved the kisses they shared. Beth hesitated before placing both hands on his cheeks as well, closing her eyes to savor the moment. 

Mac moved his lips against hers, deepening the kiss with each passing second. His hands traveled down her body until it rested on the small of her back, pulling her even closer to his body. Beth scooted forward until she was practically sitting on his lap. When her elbow accidentally bumped his gunshot wound, Mac let out a deep groan of pain. Beth pulled away instantly, looking apologetic. 

"Sorry." She whispered, turning around and grabbing some bandages. 

"'S alright." Mac mumbled, working on catching his breath. That was the best kiss they'd had. That got Mac thinking, though. He glanced down at his bullet wound. It had just grazed him, but he'd have a scar. If it had been aimed just a little bit more to the left, it would've got him in the throat. He could've died that night. He glanced at Beth. How would she have reacted if he never came home? What would happen to her? Would she try to make it to the nearest town and go home? Stay here until she starved to death? Would she have been sad if he'd gotten killed? 

"You ok? You look like you're thinking hard." Beth asked, dabbing at his wound with a cotton ball. 

"I coulda died tonight. If he'd been aimin' a little bit more left, he'da shot me in the throat." He mumbled. Beth paused, the cotton ball away from his wound. 

"But he didn't. You're right here." She whispered. 

"Still..." Silence fell over them. Beth didn't want to think about Mac's scrape with death. She loved him, even if he'd never return the affection. Then Mac whispered, "I never kissed anyone like that before. I liked it."