Beth is your typical southern belle. Blonde, blue eyes, sweet, singer. She is a good Christian girl who loves her family and Jesus. When her older brother, Shawn, offers to take her to Vegas where talent scouts await to hear her singing, she jumps a...
Again, the first chapter of my Harry Potter fanfic is out! It's called First Year, First Crush! Really good so far! It's Draco Malfoy!
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So many weeks had passed since Beth got kidnapped that she had stopped keeping track of them since she and Mac got together. She liked to think that it had only been a couple weeks since she got captured, but she knew subconsciously that it was so much longer than that. She felt homesick and sick for her family in general. They must have been scared to death for her. Especially her mother. She'd always been close to her mom. And her brother. Shawn would always tease her about her "mushy gushy romance songs", but he always had "the chat" with her boyfriend. He was her older half-brother, yet he loved her like a full sister. She missed him, and her soon-to-be brother-in-law, Glenn. He was Beth's favorite boyfriend that Maggie had gotten. All the others had been stiffs and too mature. But Glenn was so fun loving and funny. She knew she could count on him to make her smile. And Jimmy. But could she ever go back into his arms again? After feeling Mac's warm embrace for so long, it just wouldn't feel right if she went back to him. She loved Mac, not Jimmy.
Mac's shoulder was healing up nicely a few days after the shooting. No one had found the body, and at this point, Beth doubted if the police ever would find out about it. Mac would continue walking around the house, though shirtless. Mac's excuse was "My shoulder hurts with clothes on". Not that Beth was complaining. She loved watching his muscles move whenever he did. And whenever they had sex she was on top. Mac couldn't put too much weight on his arm or else the stitches would come out. Mac didn't mind her bouncing on him with her boobs in his face.
One morning Beth was making eggs and bacon. Mac was, as usual, asleep in the bedroom. Beth was wearing her green panties and one of Mac's flannels with the sleeves rolled up. The morning was cooler than usual, so it must've been autumn or winter. She had been missing for so long... Then she heard the bed springs in their room, indicating that Mac was awake and getting out of bed. She was scrambling the eggs when she felt his strong arms wrap around her waist.
"Why aren't ya in bed with me?" He asked.
"Cause I'm cooking you food." Beth smiled, flipping over an over-easy cooked egg.
Mac groaned and buried his face into the crook of her neck. Ever since he got shot a week ago, he hadn't been able to keep his hands or lips off of her. He'd been a lot more passionate too. Maybe the brush with death made him realize something. But he hadn't confessed to loving her or anything of the sort. But as long as he kissed her goodnight or held her, Beth didn't mind him not confessing. Though she'd kiss him goodbye every day and say that she loved him, he'd always respond with the same grunt and head nod. She couldn't blame him, the love was probably one-sided.
"Could you step back so I can cook?" Beth asked, unable to keep the smile off of her face.
"Mm, no." He mumbled, moving his hands under the flannel and cupping her breasts.
