#mackdavid AU

[ladylooch]

Birthday Suit - [Mack X David]

A/N: Happiest of birthdays to our 👢 anon! We are so grateful to you for providing us with Our Little Family! Personally, I'm grateful for you support, friendship, and always talking AUs in the DMs. I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Please know that you are loved and appreciated here 😘

Timeline wise, Mack and David have been hooking up for a few weeks at this point, but are not dating. 

Word Count: 4.3k

Late on a Friday night in New York City, Mackenzie Hischer stuffs the gold key to her apartment unit into the lock, flipping it open and dashing into the darkness. The minute the apartment air wraps around her skin, she feels herself beginning to decompress. She just spent the last six hours smiling and laughing, shaking hands with sponsors, to help keep her job funded for the next year. She knows it was all a huge success, with discussions beginning to happen as early as next week for more features she will do later in the year. At this rate, her schedule is almost completely full, which is impressive for a first year journalist in her field. 

Her right hand wraps around the heel of her red pump, sliding it off her foot. She drops down three inches, then pulls the other one off. Her bare feet savor their freedom, ceasing the non-stop cramping she has been trying to shake off since hour three. Mack  moves to her bedroom, throwing herself onto her bed in a tired heap. She pulls her phone out, beginning to scroll through the 50 notifications she has from various apps. 

The first place she goes is to Messages. She bites her lip, not seeing anything worth responding to right now. She clicks into her message from David. The last time she heard from him was three days ago after she stopped by for a post-game romp. He had asked her to stay, she said no, so he asked her to text him when she got home that night. His last message was:

Glad you’re safe. Sleep well 😘

She re-reads the message again, then sighs, flipping over to Instagram to doom scroll through her friend’s various Switzerland themed posts. She checks the time, realizing most of them are getting ready to start their Saturdays. Photos of European markets, the ski slopes, and pastries fill her feed until she gets to a post from the New York Rangers, wishing their #14 a happy birthday. She perks up, slowly moving back into a sitting position. 

It’s David’s birthday.

He didn’t mention that when she was him last, nor has she heard anything from him today. She double checks the date on the post, then contemplates. Should she text him? Should she quick try to order something for him to have ready for when she sees him next? Ugh no. That’s not appropriate. She scrolls past the post, not sure how to handle this new information. Her sister posted a picture with David and Stella, saying happy birthday to Stella’s favorite Ranger. Mack chuckles at Connor’s pouty response on his wife’s post. She hovers over the heart button, then likes it. She scrolls up to the Rangers post and likes that too, then takes a screenshot. 

Before she can think it through fully, Mack sends the picture to David.

You up, birthday boy?

Mack tosses her phone to the end of the bed, closing her eyes to give them a rest while she waits to see where the rest of her night is going.

I’m older than you, but not that old.

Mack giggles. Her body awakens at fleeting thoughts of the last time his hands were on her. The sex keeps getting better and better every time they have each other, surprising considering how glorious their first time was. If Mack was honest, she’s starting to crave his skin on hers at the most inappropriate times, but tonight isn’t one of them.

Are you up for one more birthday present?

Mmmm, what do you have in mind, Mackncheese?

Mack bites her lip, looking over at her dresser where various, unused pieces of lingerie are resting in a drawer. No she doesn’t have a gift he can take home with him, but she has herself, willing and interested. She is thankful her makeup is done and presentable. All she needs to do is put on a little more lipstick, then she changes into a blue teddy she’s been wanting to wear since her spontaneous purchase of it in Paris. 

Going with modestly, she takes a few pictures with her silk robe, letting it fall slightly off her shoulder so he can see what’s underneath. 

Any interest in coming this way?

Give me twenty minutes.

She smirks at his instant response, then falls back onto the bed. Men are so easy. Every minute passes painfully slow. Her heart rate accelerates then evens out. Her stomach dips and swells in anticipation of seeing him. This all feels dangerously like crush territory, but she figures that’s normal. They are regularly hooking up, so it’s natural to be excited about seeing him.

When fifteen minutes have passed, she gets up, heading out to the living room to wait for him in the kitchen after pouring herself a quick glass of wine. She sucks it down, then runs her tongue over her teeth, feeling the warmth spread out from her chest to the rest of her body. It’s a minuscule buzz that takes away any waining apprehension about letting him see her like this. 

Ron buzzes up to her apartment, asking if she is expecting a “David Carlson” again. Mack blushes but allows Ron to send him up. She adjusts the tie of her robe, then waits for his confident knock on her door. A smirk stretches her lips, then she rolls her neck, allowing her greedy need to begin to consume her body. All she wants is for him to touch her tonight, stroke a fire and frenzy in her core, put it out, then leave her to fall asleep in a satisfied, uninterrupted heap. 

Mack opens the door for him. He grins at her, stepping forward immediately to carefully back her into the apartment again. He kicks the door shut with a slam that makes Mack jump a bit.

“Sorry.” He mumbles against her lips. “Gonna kill me sending pictures lookin’ like this.” Mack holds onto his huge shoulders as he continues to walk them backwards. Her body buzzes with his hands on her hips. The back of her knees hit the arm of her couch. He sets her down onto it, then pulls apart the satin robe. 

“I didn’t know it was your birthday today.” Mack murmurs. “I would have bought you-”

“I don’t like my birthday.” He cuts her off. “Plus this is a nice present.”

Warmth fills Mack’s chest as he steps back to take her in. Her pink nipples are budding through the blue lace, catching his attention. Then he glides his gaze the rest of the way down her. He takes her hand, then pulls her back into a standing position. His hands come to her hips, twisting her so her back is to him. 

He kisses the vertebrae of her neck, then raises his fingers to the collar of her robe, slowly maneuvering the silk down her warm skin. Mack shivers at being fully exposed. The robe gets tossed onto the plush, arm chair, then he steps back again. Mack stands there for a moment, feeling his hot gaze troll over the curves of her ass. She looks over her shoulder at him, watching as he drags his eyes begrudgingly from her ass to her face. 

He steps forward, bringing her lips to his at that angel. He pulls her hips flush with his, letting her feel his hard arousal press into her ass. David forces his tongue into her mouth, lapping and swirling to taste her fully. The fingers of his right hand glide past her stomach, feeling over her belly button, then hovering above her clothed core. He pulls away before he presses the tips against her clit. Mack’s eyelids flutter, losing the battle to stay open. It’s only been three days, but she is drunk on how he touches her.

At this rate, he is ruining her for anyone else, but Mack doesn’t particularly care. 

David’s lips cover hers again. His other hand slides up her chest to grip the side of her neck. He holds her head steady as he rolls two fingers into her clit and makes love to her mouth. Mack’s body leans into his, her back pressing to his strong chest. She brings a hand behind her butt, giving his thick shaft a squeeze. David grinds his hips into her hand as she sighs a moan to him. His fingers slide from her clit to her entrance. He moves the wet fabric aside there, feeling how soaked she is for him. 

He pulls away from her mouth in a lust haze, watching the widening and softening of her eyes as he slips a finger inside of her. 

“Fuck, honey.” He groans when she drags her swollen bottom lip between her teeth. “You’re going to look so good getting fucked on this couch.” He grins down at her, then kisses her softly while sliding his finger out of her. He pushes at her hips, but Mack shakes her head, turning in his grasp.

Her hands work their way from his shoulders down his chest as she falls to her knees in front of him. Her eyes trail down from his to his zipper. She licks her lips, kissing his bulge over the denim of his jeans. David holds her face as she slides him from his unbuttoned pants. She rolls her hand up the hard velvet, then kisses the tip to hear him hiss. While maintaining eye contact, she lays her flattened tongue at the base of his cock then licks a straight, seductive line up. She is patient in her pursuit to his tip, hugging the thick vein at the bottom of his shaft until his head knocks back towards the ceiling, then she sucks his pulsing head between her lips. His knees lock into place and he sways slightly forward, resting a hand on top of her head for balance.

“F-fuck.” He blinks, exhaling heavily, then looking down at her face. Her wet cheeks collapse inwards as she sucks him harder. His head rolls back towards the ceiling again. Mack increases the tempo, adding her hand around the remaining length that won’t fit in her mouth. She strokes her hand and mouth simultaneously. “Honey, you’re a star.” He murmurs to her.  “You suck my cock like it’s your favorite thing to put in your mouth.”

“Maybe it is.” She murmurs, sucking his tip while letting her hand fall away to grip one of her breasts. 

“Holy…” He trails off, rubbing at his jaw. He collects his bottom lip against his pointer finger, pulling it down as he moans again. Mack relaxes her mouth more, taking in as much of him as she physically can. His hand comes to the back of her head, resting there respectfully as he praises her. “So fucking good, honey. Shit, I could come down your throat right now.” He moves his fingers around to her chin, cupping it and pulling her off him. “But that’s not why I’m here.” His eyes darken.

“Why are you here?”

“To hear you scream my name while you ride me.” He smirks, giving her his hand to help her back to her feet.

“Sure, but only because it’s your day.” She teases, taking his hand and leading him towards the hallway to her bedroom. David raises an eyebrow at her taking him to her bed. He hasn’t been there yet. They’ve mostly fucked and fooled around on her couch. But tonight, Mack wants the comfort of her King mattress, not to awkwardly fumble around on the couch.

Mack looks around her bedroom with fresh eyes, realizing how feminine it probably looks to him. It’s mostly white, with accents of pastel blues and pinks. The comforter is huge and cozy, perfect for cold nights like this in the winter. David flips the light on when they get in. Their hands drop as Mack goes to the side of the bed, watching him as he soaks in her space. He fingers a fake plant coming out of a vase on her dresser, then chuckles at her with a questioning look.

“It’s art.” She cuts him off before he can say anything.

“Sure, honey.” He murmurs, then goes to the picture on her dresser of her parents and sisters. He places it face down. “Not gonna let Captain Hischier see what I’m about to do to his daughter.” Something about the gentle respectiveness of this entire moment has a searing heat sizzling in Mack’s core. She watches him look round the room, noting the art on the walls, the soft rug beneath the bed and the plush, coziness she has created by filling her bed with pillows. He’s so fucking sweet and hot and good. Mack can’t hold back the urge to touch him, stretching her fingers out anxiously by her hips. 

David turns back towards her and Mack rushes around the bed to reach for him. They meet in the middle with a renewed frenzy of hands and lips. Their heavy breathing engulfs the room as they touch each other, awakening a new urgency. 

“Smells good in here.” He murmurs as he backs her up.

“It’s a vanilla candle.” She breathes out.

“Mmm, sweet like you, honey.”

He reaches his hands under her thighs, lifting her up onto the bed easily. He crawls on between her legs, forcing her back towards her pillows. When she doesn’t move fast enough, he picks her up around the waist, hauling her with him, then drops her onto her pillows. Together, they shove them off the bed, letting the decor fly to the left and right so they can get comfortable together. He grips her chin, kissing her deeply, letting his mustache tickle at her nose before he kisses over to her jaw, yearning for her throat so he can feel her moan vibrate on his mouth while he grinds his bare bulge between her legs. 

“As much as I love this… it’s gotta go.” He smirks, pulling off the strap of her top. He kisses the line it dug into her shoulder, then follows the falling cup down to her nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, releasing it with a slurp, then repeats those actions with the other side. 

His hands drag the teddy down her body, revealing new slices of her skin to kiss. Mack dashes her fingers through his hair as he licks back up her stomach. He hovers over her mouth again, smiling when she takes his hard cock in her hand. 

“Had to take a break there.” He murmurs, thrusting his hips forward into her hand.

“You about done?” She whispers. 

“Mhm.” He kisses her nose, then rolls to the side of her to take off his pants, but not before grabbing a sleeve of condoms from his back pocket. He rips one off, then slaps it in her awaiting palm. He tosses the rest onto her nightstand. Mack raises to her knees. David brings a hand to the back of her knee, then trails it up her thigh to her ass. He massages the full cheek there, watching her hand roll the latex down his shaft. He adjusts it slightly at the tip then pats her butt to hop on. 

They watch each other as David grips the base of his shaft for her, guiding her wet heat down him. Their mouthes drop open in unison, little noises spilling out as she settles down on him. 

“Oof.” Mack mutters. David notes her discomfort, lifting her up gently, keeping her up at a lesser depth until she moves his hand away. She settle down on him completely again, then moves her hips forward and back along his abdomen. David’s legs harden under her resisting the urge to push them further until she is ready. Mack tries to breathe through the stretch, but it is painful. So much that she can’t ignore the pure terror at the thought of him thrusting up into her this way. “Maybe not this position, actually.” Mack mumbles. 

“Okay.” He says, helping her off him. “What do you need?” He cups her face, kissing her lips. His thumb presses into her lips. She kisses it, closing her eyes for a moment, trying not to be disappointed she can’t give him what he wants right now. 

“Um…” She shakes her head, distracted by the dull ache settling between her legs.

“How about you lay on your back, honey? Then I can control the depth.” 

“Okay.” She nods. She bites her lip, laying down. He smiles gently at her, kissing her lips.

“I’m big.” He reminds her. “If it’s not good for you, then we need to stop. Okay?”

“Yes.” She agrees.

But that’s the last they need to hear about anything not being good for her. David wets his fingers with his mouth, rolling them through her folds, focusing on her entrance, then presses his plumped head into her pussy. Mack swallows him more comfortably, stretching in a delectable way that has her hips trying to list off the bed. 

“Behave.” He mumbles above her, smirking at her eagerness. 

“I don’t like to behave around you.” She mewls back. He chuckles, then rocks his hips in a way that has Mack gasping. “Oh.” She moans.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.” He mumbles into her mouth. “Made for me.” 

Mack cups his head, fingers rushing through his black hair as she holds him to her throat. His thrusts are slow but deep, wakening her up and softening her resolve. Her walls contract around him, pulling him deeper than he is trying to go, which makes him groan in appreciation for how well she has adjusted to him. His hips roll deeper into her, curly hair tickling her clit with his thrusts creating an erotic sensation that has Mack’s eyes rolling back into her head.

“Right there.” She whispers. “Keep going… don’t stop. Please.”

Her words fall from her mouth like breath, escaping without her trying to push them out. His arms come under her shoulder to hold her neck, other hand bringing her leg around his hips. Their bodies move like a wave, hips thrusting and colliding with each other in blissful slaps. Mack crunches up, kissing along his shoulder for a moment. Her head falls down, only half on the pillow as his thrusts explode through Mack’s core. David pulls away from her neck, looking down at her face. His hand moves from her hip, bringing the pillow more under her head to keep her comfortable. Mack’s eyes close, she moans loudly, then comes with a bang around him.

“Oh my god.” She squeaks as he works her through every flutter of her orgasm. He is biting down on his bottom lip to keep focus, then slows his thrusts when he feels her relax down into his arms. “I wanna ride you now. I can do it.” She practically begs him. She wants to watch him come undone under her, because of her. 

“Yes, honey. Whatever you want.” He smirks, then hits his back again. His hands reach for her, helping her climb on top, not that she needs it. That first orgasm was great, but she’s chasing another high already. 

She lines herself up with him again, gliding down him better now that she is sickened from her first round. She drops down on him, forcing her ass cheeks to slam into the top of his thighs.

“Oh fuck.” David groans, running a hand over his face. His other hand comes to her hip. “Look so good up there.” He compliments her, top lip curling up in a slight sneer as she moves slowly on him. “You got more in you than that.” He demands, slapping her ass. “Give it to me, girl.” 

Mack rolls her eyes, leaning over his face, palm pressed into the bed below him. Everything around him is girly and feminine, but his dark, masculine presence overshadows all the frills and fuss, taking over her room and senses like he owns the damn place. But he doesn’t and Mack thinks she should remind him of who is in charge here.

“Keep your hands on the bed.” She murmurs, kissing along his nose. He pulls his hands away from her hips, letting her fuck him the way she wants to. 

Her hips snap and roll, forward backwards, up and down, working his cock like a seasoned vet.  His hands grip into fists on the bed, taking some of her comforter in his palm, wrinkling it against his skin. Mack sits up, pressing her biceps into her breasts to make them tight and bounce right over his face. David is speechless, for once in his damn life. He raises his neck, trying to catch a nipple. Mack puts her hand on his neck, forcing him back down. 

“Be good.” She snaps at him. He laughs, eyes rolling back into his head.

“You know, honey. I think I like this version of you the best.” He grits out. “Fucking me like that. Shit.” His eyes close, a blissed out smile covering his mouth as she falters slightly from how good she feels stuffed full of him. He opens his eyes feeling her legs struggling a bit. “Don’t quit on me now, Hischier. Not when I’m about to cum this fucking hard.” His teeth are mashed together, words barely getting out through the thin spaces. His hips begin to move under her, pressing her up when her legs give out a bit more. It feels too good. Mack has to surrender to him, knowing his powerful thighs can do the rest of this job easily.

“C-Can’t help it. Touch me. I need you.” She begs, reaching up to hold her breasts. David’s hands fly to her hips, then he forces her into a tight rhythm, hard and fast, punishing almost, until they both fly over the edge into the abyss. David gushes into the condom, savoring her ripples, careful as he works her up and down his cock a few more times to finish himself fully off. Mack collapses onto his chest like goo, unable to hold herself in any type of position except horizontal. David’s hand goes to her hair, holding her cheek on his shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. 

“Happy birthday.” She whispers to him. David’s face gets lost in her hair to kiss her scalp.

“Thank you.” He responds quietly.

In ten minutes, the aftermath of their sex has been washed from their bodies and they lay together in silence, soaking in the warmth of each other’s skin. Mack’s eyes droop, tired from a long day, ready to surrender to the tiredness that collects in her veins. Beneath her, David’s chest rises and falls consistently. His hand trolls up and down her arm, until he twitches hard, inhaling deeply to awaken himself.

“I should go.” He mumbles, rubbing at his face with his free hand. He drops a kiss to her head, then rolls out from under her.

A big yawn stretches his lips apart as he works his jeans back into place. He pulls down on the bunched up crotch, then rushes the zipper back into place. He looks around for his shirt as he buttons himself back up. Mack watches him from the comfort, warm cocoon of her bed, feeling bad that he has to drag himself back across town after 1:00am.

She should let him stay. It’s the decent thing to do.

“What’s your day tomorrow?” She inquires. 

“Ah, day off again. Coach is giving us some rest.” He yawns again, leaning down to pick up his shirt by her dresser.

“Oh… Well, maybe you want to stay then?” He pauses with his shirt at his biceps. 

“I…” He trails off, then licks his lips. He drops his arms and cocks his head at her. “You’re gonna have to ask. You don’t get outta this by making some half assed statement.” Mack hides her grin, rolling her eyes to seem annoyed.

“I just don’t want your blood on my hands when you tiredly drive off into a ditch.”

“In New York City?” He chuckles.

“Okay, fair. Or onto a sidewalk and killing innocent people.” 

“So I would be staying over purely for safety purposes?”

“Mhm.” 

“Okay, but you still got to ask.” 

“Ugh! You’re so annoying. Will you stay? Pleeeease.” She huffs at him.

“Okay, geez, I’ll stay.” He holds his hands up at her, making a show of dropping his shirt.“You just want me safe for my dick.” He jokes as he works his jeans back off so he is naked again.

“Is it that obvious?” She wonders, batting her lashes at him.

“Yeah.” He nods. “But I���m okay with it.” He walks over to the light, switching it off to allow darkness to take over the room.

Mack grins, collecting him back into her arms as he crawls under the covers with her. 

“This is a nice bed.” He compliments her.

“Mhm. It’s the one house thing I always spend good money on.” He nuzzles his stubbled cheeks into her chest.

“Could get used to this.” He mumbles against her left breast. Mack presses her lips into his hair, rubbing his shoulders with her fingers.

She could too.

Fuck.

Read more Mack and David here.

[ladylooch]

Farmer Spa - [Mack x David]

The request: Very pregnant Mack and David are on the farm and her bump hinders her ability to do some things. Like trim/shave down there, I imagine she'd usually get waxed every now and then but limited options out there. She's frustrated and feels she needs a lil clean up so asks David to help. At first he makes a few jokes and makes it very known that she doesn't need to clean up down there, especially not for him, encouraging her to embrace the growth and that he is starting to feel what she must when they kiss ☠️. Mack's not quite in the mood for jokes though and lectures him about how her grooming is a self care thing and goddammit she needs his help. He does so and gets a reward afterwards 😉

Word Count: 1.5k

Mackenzie Hischier lays flat on her back in the middle of the bed, spread eagle, naked with her feet resting against the headboard of her and David’s bed. She attempts to gather up the energy for her second shower of the day. Being pregnant in the unrelenting July, Iowa heat has proved to be too much for any type of deodorant she can find at Hy-Vee. She has this distinct unease of smelling awful anytime someone gets near her, including her husband. David insists he doesn’t smell anything, but that isn’t encouraging coming from someone who deals with farm animals and sweaty hockey players all day. He’s likely nose blind to everything after breathing in manure his whole life.

Dragging her big toe across the indents of the plush, cream headboard, Mack huffs out a sigh. Her whole body has a sense of wet, including the forest between her legs that she cannot reach no matter what awkward angles she bends her body in. This tangle of a situation is what makes her feel so unkept these days. She is used to regularly scheduled bikini waxes. Yes, that requires a certain length of hair, but nothing like what she is currently rocking. When she thinks of giving birth in such disarray, she is embarrassed and uncomfortable. However, she has no waxer worthy of seeing her bare crotch within 50 miles of this place. Last summer, it was fine because she could reach. Now, it’s not fine. 

“Babe?” She hears David call from the hallway. It must already be lunch time, which means Mack has been laying here for over an hour. 

“I’m in here.” She lazily responds. David creeks the door open, getting an eyeful of her naked tits.

“Good gravy, baby. How long have you been like this?” He asks, shutting the door and sneaking in like he’s getting away with something. It is lunch. Mack is sure Felix and the boys are expecting him back relatively quickly. They have a lot to get done this week. “And why didn’t you tell me?” He pouts above her. His large hands settle over her breasts, holding them in place gently. They have been sore this week, so he is careful not to squeeze or pinch anything without her clear approval. 

“I’ve been trying to take a shower for an hour.”

“A shower?” He asks, tilting his head down. “We took one this morning.”

“I know. But I’m already stinky.”

“All I smell is your shampoo, baby.” He assures her. He is used to this by now. Mack sighs. “Oh boy.” David murmurs sympathetically. He leans down to smooch her lips. Mack barely puckers hers in response. “Hey, love on me.” He quietly asks. 

“I’m not feeling like any of this right now.” She swirls her hand around the room. She moves to get up. David steps back from the bed, releasing her breasts so they fall back into melting mounds. She keeps her back to him, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Honey, what can I do?”

“Nothing.”

“Nah, you have been feeling like this for days. What can I do? I need some way I can support you.”

Silence stretches between them. Mack stares down at her hot pink toes, the ones her husband painted for her last weekend while they were having a lazy day on the front porch, during a stretch of cooler weather. He does things for her. Maybe he would… 

“Will you shave me?” Mack blurts. 

“Sure, where?” Mack instantly blushes at his agreement. Ope, she didn’t expect him to be so gung-ho immediately.

“Um…” She trails off. “Like.. my um.” David raises an eyebrow at her stammering.

“The place my tongue was earlier?”

“God, David, yes.” She grumbles. He cannot help but laugh at her.

“You’ve got no problem shoving my face deeper into your pussy, but you’re worried about me shaving it?”

“I! Don’t!.. Um. Well that is different.” She huffs.

“Why?” He sits next to her, dragging his finger tips across her bump. They continue down her back, sliding onto her hip to pull her into his body. 

“It’s like too intimate.”

“We made a baby together and are married and fuck each other often, so I think it’s okay we have some intimacy.” Mack just stares at him. “What? Unless this is some test and I’m supposed to say you don’t need to shave? Because you know I do not care at all about what you’re sporting down here, baby. I’m gonna eat it. Fur and all.” He quips at the end making Mack want to quite literally die on that bed of embarrassment. Maybe she shouldn’t be, but pregnancy has made her confidence slip a bit and she’s much more self-conscious than she can every remember being. “Just think of if like your equivalent of a mustache.” He throws in as a joke. 

“You don’t get it.” Mack snips at him, pushing out of his arms. She scoots across to the other side of the bed, achingly rising to her feet. David watches silently as she heads into their adjoining bathroom. It isn’t long before he joins her.

“We aren’t up for jokes?”

“No.” 

“Okay, my bad. I didn’t read the room right.”

“It’s not you, it’s me.” She sighs, putting her hair up in a claw clip so she can keep it out of the water spray. David is patient, keeping his hands to himself as she speaks, impressive considering how much her breasts bounce as she moves about. He does bite the corner of his bottom lip for a moment, looking concentrated as his eyes meet hers in the mirror. “I don’t feel like myself at all right now.” She shakes her head, feeling her throat swell with a lump. Stupid hormones! She does not want to cry! “And, I just hate how it looks down there. Like it’s bad enough you see it, but soon so many strangers will too! That makes me want to like.. give birth here and never come back. How am I gonna face the nurses and doctors at the grocery store, knowing what they have seen?”

“Baby, they have seen worse.” He laughs. “I guarantee it. You are hygienic and clean.” She stares at him. “But if this is what you want my help with. I will help you.” Her eyes slide away, bottom lip stuck between her two rows of teeth while deciding. 

“How would we do it?” 

“A lot like making this baby.” He jokes, shaking her belly slightly. Mack start to laugh and David joins in. “Go lay back on the bed. I’ll take care of the rest.” He leans down to kiss her, then pats her naked butt to encourage her back to bed.

It’s a few minutes before he comes into the bedroom. He has a towel, unscented shaving cream, a razor and an electric trimmer. He glides the towel under Mack’s hips, then kisses her raised knees before heading out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. He comes back with a bowl of warm water and Mack’s cold eye mask. 

“Welcome to the Farmer Spa. Please rate us 5 stars on Yelp when your visit is finished. 10% off for you next time.” He drawls in a quiet and serene voice. Mack snorts, laughing so hard her belly tenses and the baby begins to flail around inside of her. She puts a steadying hand on her bump, then watches as David disappears between her legs. 

“Do you provide a happy ending here?” She murmurs. David starts to laugh so hard he wheezes. He buries his nose into her calf for a second, then gently works it over his shoulder so he can get in closer to the apex of her thighs. 

First up in the trimmer. He carefully combs through, taking down the forest as much as he can to see what he is doing with the razor. He pulls back enough to look at his work, then nods, reaching for something else Mack can’t see.

“Cold.” He warns her after squirting some shaving cream on his fingers. He carefully and meticulously covers the most intimate parts of her.

Mack works her head to the side so she can watch him in the mirror above their dresser. It’s quite the look, David with his head buried between her thighs. She’s seen it before from this angle, but this is so different. She smiles at her reflection, knowing exactly how lucky she is to have this man as her husband and soon-to-be daddy to their son. David turns to the water, shaking off the hair and shaving cream into it. His eyes lift. He meets her gaze and smiles softly. 

“Thank you.” She says to their reflection.

“Nothing I wouldn’t do for ya, honey.”

In a few short weeks, he will show Mack how sincerely and eternally he means those words.

[ladylooch]

Now and Someday [Mack X David]

A/N: Sometimes a request is so good you have to write it as soon as humanly possible. And it's been a minute since smut came to me THIS quickly. Leave it to Mack and David hehehe. Thank you 👢 anon!

From this Request: Sooo I was thinking that when mackdavid had sex for the first time, they used the condom. So it popped into my mind like when they stopped using and how the conversation was ? Like Mack started or David. I don't see David doing that, but who knows.

Word Count: 1.8k

Mack’s mouth presses exhausted kisses along David’s collar bone. His shoulder tightens under her lips as he lifts her up, letting his softening cock slide from her used core. Between them, the filled latex balloons at the tip. David exhales into her hair, hot breath making her cheek turn redder where it rests against his neck. 

Every time with David gets better and better. But it’s been especially good since they returned from their summer in Iowa.

David’s fingers glide up her bare back to thread through the dark hairs at the base of her skull. Mack turns her face, drinking in his just fucked look. His eyes are soft and bright, lips puffy from her skin, and a huge grin stretches his cheeks apart. His signature mustache twitches with his happiness.

“How ya doing, honey?”

“Fantastic.” She giggles, then kisses his swollen lips. “Mmm, thank you.” She mumbles into his mouth. 

“Okay, I gotta get up. This is about to slide off.” He motions to the condom between them. 

Mack looks down, seeing his softening form and allowing David to place her to the left of him. Then he stands, in all his gorgeous, chiseled nakedness, and struts to the bathroom. She watches him peel the condom off his sticky skin while she slides under the covers, careful to not spread anything onto the sheets below her. She tucks the blanket under her armpits, biting her lip as she watches him clean himself with a fresh washcloth. 

“Do you need this, babe?” He calls to her, holding the washcloth out of the bathroom doorway.

“Yes.” She murmurs. Like he even has to ask that? She is coated down to her knees with lube and her juices. “I can do it.” She reaches up for the towel. He bats her hand away.

“I was taught to clean up messes I make.” He can’t even get it out without a sinister snicker. 

“Babe.” She laughs as he spreads her legs open.

Her laughter slowly dies while she studies his face. He is so diligent with aftercare, always taking his time with her here, like it may be his actual favorite part of all this. When he is done, he kisses her, then heads back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel. After, he re-joins her in bed. His arm snakes around her head, encouraging her into his bare chest. Mack smooths his chest hair down, some of it curling due to the humidity of their sweaty romp. She tosses a thigh on top of his thighs, pulling her front completely flushed with this left side. 

“Sometimes I wish I could zip myself into your skin.” She murmurs with her eyes closed. David’s left fingers sashay down her bicep. They pause at her words.

“Aw. That is the sweetest thing a woman has ever said to me. I find that not weird or creepy at all.” He jokes.

“Stop.” Mack slaps his stomach. David brings his other hand over to those fingers, lacing them together on top of his cut abs. “I just like you okay?” She mumbles sincerely. 

“I know, honey. I like you too.” He kisses the top of her head. If both of them were being honest, they feel a whole lot more than ‘like’ for each other. But that is for another time. Right now, Mack’s brain is drifting elsewhere to a used condom at the bottom of her wastebasket. 

Condoms have always been non-negotiable for Mack. She had a strict rule on those in the past with all her previous bedmates, David included. She thinks back to the first time they had sex, how David didn’t even ask, he just did it and has every time since then. It’s an unspoken rule between them out of respect for each other. No condoms, no sex- thus they both have made it a priority to keep their bedside tables well stocked. 

Except now, Mack wants more. Or really less. She is feeling things for David that she may be afraid to admit out loud, but they’re real. The most real thing she knows with her boyfriend is how much she can trust him. She know without a quiver of a doubt that David is a faithful man. As for the worry of pregnancy, she’s had an IUD since she was 20 and has 4 more years of protection left before she needs to be concerned. They’re both adults with an understanding and respect for each other. Maybe, they should talk about this more.

Mack watches her thumb stroke over the large knuckle on David’s thumb. Then quietly clears her throat before she speaks.  “So you always wear a condom?” Beneath her, Mack can feel David pause. Then he turns his head to the side, asking for her gaze. There, he just stares at her like ‘duh????’.

“Yeah? You’ve never said not to?” He fills in with his look. Mack glances away from his gaze, across the room to the silver rod her white curtains hang off over the window. 

“Oh yeah, that’s true.” She murmurs, then purses her lips. She looks down at their hands again, letting a pregnant pause fill the room. Then she slowly sits up, pressing her hand into his right hip, so she is looking down at him. “Well, consider this me telling you not… to…” She trails off, almost like a question rather than a statement. David’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead.

“Honey, this is a big step.” He points out delicately. 

“Only if you want to. If- if you don’t we can just forget-“

“Nope.” He cuts her off, smirking. “We are not going to forget about this at all.” His hand moves to her butt, sliding under her butt cheek to lift her up his body. Beneath her stomach, David’s hard erection pokes into her, ready to go. “I’ve been dreaming of this, but are you sure? Do you want to get tested? What about birth control?” He knows she has an IUD, but she should reiterate that again.

“I have an IUD.” She reaffirms. “If you want to get tested, we can. Or I was thinking you could just fuck me again right now.”

“Oh fuck.” He groans, tortured, harder beneath her now than he was a moment ago. Mack licks her lips, then kisses him, forceful and deep. David releases an ass cheek, grabbing his hard cock to run it through her slickened folds. “Say it’s okay.” He demands, voice tight with tension of holding back.

“Yes.” She says the one word he needs to hear.

His mushroomed tip hits her entrance. Mack pushes up into a better position, then maintains her eye contact as she drives down his raw, pulsing cock. Mack’s head falls back towards the ceiling in pure, unfiltered ecstasy. Fuck this is better than she ever thought it would be. She can feel everything. Every ridge and vein, plus the delicious warmth of him pulsing inside of her. 

“Yes.” She says again moaning the word to her blissed out boyfriend. 

“Shit, honey. You..” He trails off, dropping his head back to the pillow as she moves. “Oh.” He groans then begins to breathe heavily. Mack places her hands on his chest, rocking her hips back and forth, accepting the delicious stretch of him with each press and release of her movements. 

“Mmm.” Mack moans as she rolls her hips, stroking her clit along his tight abdomen. David is too stunned and full of pleasure to take over the tempo, plus she looks so damn sexy up there right now, who is he to take her down?

“That’s it, baby.” He coos to her. “Fuck yourself with my cock.” His hands come to her hips, creating a guiding course for her to come down onto him with each heavier drop. Her full body weight gets pressed down into his lap with each buck. “So good. You feel so, fucking, good.” He exaggerates the word as he moves a hand to cup her breast. 

That isn’t enough for Mack. If she is doing all the work up here, she wants his mouth on her. So she leans forward, sticking her full breasts in his face until he sucks one budding peak into his mouth. She shrieks out her approval, then throws her ass back down harder onto him, riding him more powerfully than she’s done before.

“We… fuck… baby, where can I cum? We… didn’t talk about that.” He groans into her chest. “My fucking god.” His whiskers tickle her nipple as he talks. She shivers at the feeling, then runs her nipple over his mustache to demand more. “I’m gonna need an answer sooner rather than later, honey. You are so fucking outta this world right now.” 

“Fill me up, babe.” She begs.

He hears it and can’t control the way he has to unleash his hips into her. He clasps an arm around her waist to keep her still then begins to piston into her like a bucking bronco. Mack wails, squeezing him with wet, greedy pulses until his tip starts to seep inside of her. Mack rolls her clit against his stomach and her fingers, then collapses her full weight onto him. David finishes in jerky strokes, painting her spasming walls with ropes of white cum. Mack’s bare flutters around his sensitive tip have David muttering every explicative his brain can remember hearing.

“You good, honey?” He mumbles afterwards, clearly as exhausted as her. It’s unlikely either of them are going to make it to the bathroom for another clean up.

“I’m great.” She assures him. His hands move her into place in the center of his chest, fingers stroking through her brown hair as their sweaty skin glues together. 

Mack feels so good she could cry, actual, real beautiful tears at how good her boyfriend makes her feel every time they connect this way. It’s more than sex, so much more than just two people scratching a primal itch. It’s the way he fills every single one of her buckets up. She feels safe, needed, free, and this other thing she isn’t ready to put out into the world. But it’s love. She knows she’s in love with him and that’s why this feels so good. 

Tonight is not the night. They’ve made a big enough step, one Mack feels dripping out of her core right now. 

But someday soon, Mackenzie Hischier is gonna spill the biggest beans in her life to date.

She is finally in love.

[ladylooch]

How Country Feels - [Mack X David]

A/N: I am so excited to bring this to you today for many reasons. First of all, it’s Mack and David in Iowa. So we know it’s smutty and adorable. BUT! Mostly I am excited to give this as a gift to my bestest bestie @casualhilarity. You graduated!!!!! From your really tough 6 week training program and I am so so so so so so proud of you! There was never a doubt that you would be successful in this adventure. This step is just the beginning for you. I cannot wait to see what is next! In the meantime, please enjoy our thoughts on Iowa coming to life in the longest post I have ever made on Tumblr 🥹💜

Word count: 8.2k

Warnings: mentions of death, cancer, grief, smut (18+ content)

10,000 feet above Des Moines, Iowa, Mackenzie Hischier looks out the window as her plane begins to descend from her connecting flight from LAX. She has been flying across the world for almost 18 hours trying to get here. Queenstown, New Zealand was home for her the past three weeks. Her internal clock is all sorts of fucked up from the massive time swing she is going through, but she was able to sleep in sync with the Central Time Zone on her first flight. She is hopeful that will curb some of her jet lag. 

The landscape below is much different from the crystal blue water and rigid mountain peaks she came from. Instead, it is flat and vast, various different shades of greens and brows. It’s also windy. She scrunches her nose as the plane swings a bit to the left before continuing on at a smoother pace. There is not much out here to block the wind, but thousands of windmills dot the prairie below them to capture the best energy source nature can give this area. Mack has never been to Iowa, or the Midwest outside of Chicago, which doesn’t feel or look anything like what she is seeing. 

Shortly after landing, Mack walks out of the secure area, heading down to baggage claim 2. As she gets closer to the carousal, she sees a tall man with a thick black mustache, blue jeans, and a plain white t-shirt stretched across his broad chest. His hands are stuffed in his pockets as he leans against the wall by baggage claim 2, boot clad feet crossed over at the ankles. A worn, NYR baseball cap is on his head, hiding his green eyes that are devouring her even as they hide in the shadow of the bill. Mack can see the toothpick in his mouth as she gets closer. He pushes off from the wall, starting to walk towards her. Never in her life did she think she would do this, but her pace quickens and she hustles her ass across that tiled floor to be picked up by him.

“Hi!” She exclaims as she throws herself at him. He catches her easily, hauling her up his chest, both big hands clutching her ass.

“Hi honey.” He grins up at her. Mack licks her lips, then puts them on his. He squeezes her tighter into their kiss. “Mmm, missed that. Missed you.” He lets her slide down his body, Vans hitting the tile again. “Thought it was winter in New Zealand. How are you so tan?”

“There was so much sun! We got lucky pretty much the whole trip.” This trip was with two of her colleagues because it is a big feature with the magazine. Mack is grateful they had a photographer so she could focus more on the stories of the locals and less about getting the perfect shot for print.

“Good. Glad it worked out for you, baby.” He says, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You tired?”

“Um, yeah. Don’t let me fall asleep.” She mumbles into his side.

“I won’t. You’re in Iowa now. We gotta work when we get back to the farm.” Mack’s eyes widen. She looks up at him with concern. David starts to laugh.

“I’m kidding. Work is done for the day.” 

“But tomorrow?”

“It begins all over again. Gotta feed the cows, let the chickens roam, check fence, and a thousand other tasks.”

“Hard working boy.”

“Yeah.” He grins proudly. The beeping of the baggage claim alerts them before the metal begin to turn. David sees Mack’s bag and steps forward, easily hauling it off. “Just this?” Mack nods. “Let’s go baby.” He holds a hand out for her to take. She laces their fingers together, surprised at how rough his hands feel. Her gaze travels up his arm to his bicep, noting it is rock hard and bulging even without flexing.

“How long of a drive is it?” She asks after they are tucked into David’s big, black truck. He whips it fast and easy out of the parking spot, then roars the diesel engine out of the parking ramp. 

“Ah, about an hour.” He tells her, sliding his hand over to cup her thigh. She weaves her fingers through his. He squeezes them tight. “Plenty of time for you to tell me everything about your trip.” Mack smiles, adjusting herself in the passenger seat so she can look at him while she talks. She loves talking to David. As great as everything else is with him, he is a great listener and always asks the best, most insightful questions about her work. She could talk to him for hours. When she is done, she switches the topic of conversation to him.

“Tell me about the farm. What can I expect?”

“Um,” He chuckles, nudging his hat up off his forehead to scratch an itch. “Well, it’s pretty quiet out there. We are about 15 minutes south of the town closest to us. It has been hot this summer, so I hope you got some summer clothes in there.” Mack does. She packed as accordingly as she could. “Hours are long. I’ll be up before you and come back around dinner time.”

“Oh, I thought you have staff?” Mack questions.

“I do, but someone needs to manage them.” David says. “My farm manager is off on vacation right now. Usually takes the whole month of August off and leaves it to me before he is back to managing it on his own when I head East.” 

“Oooo, you’re the boss.” Mack giggles.

“Yeah of the farm and you.” He quips. Mack rolls her eyes. He is not the boss of her, but he can keep pretending he is.

“Am I gonna see you while I’m here?” She jokes. David licks his lips and nods.

“Yeah, I’ll be able to step away. I have some things planned for us too. Figure I could take you back up to the state fair next week. Get you something on a stick.” Mack gives him a weird look. “You ever been to a state fair? County fair? Nothing?” Mack shakes her head no to both. “Holy shit.” He chuckles.

“At least I don’t think we did when we lived in Jersey. I don’t know that was a long time ago.”

“A fair is where you eat fried food, mostly on a stick, and play games to win prizes, drinks some beer or other frozen drinks to stay cool. Farmers and 4H kids bring their animals to the fair to be judged.”

“What is 4H?” Mack wrinkles her nose in confusion. David looks slack jawed at her. 

“Oh baby. It’s gonna be a whole different world here for you.” He laughs like it’s cute to him.  

Mack feels the first itch of apprehension tickle her spine.

She has been all over the world, but she may be completely out of her league here. 

- - -

The moment Mack steps out of David’s truck in the parking lot of the local watering hole, she can hear the consistent beat of the country song thumping in the tiny bar. David says its a bar, but to Mack it honestly looks like a shack she would avoid if she was alone. After getting a tour of the farm earlier, David informed Mack they were going to be meeting his friends for drinks. He has been talking her up all summer and they’re all eager to get a glimpse of this mystery woman who has stolen David’s heart.

Mack purses her lips for a moment, then looks down at her outfit. She is dressed in a flowing black, long sleeved top from Dior and Black frayed shorts from a boutique in Paris, paired with a Gucci belt. On her feet are black and white Nike Air Force ones. She has on various expensive, designer jewelry and a Prada cross-body bag her mom and dad got her for her last birthday. David had told her she looked good for where he was taking her. She feels very, very overdressed, like even her silk pajamas would be too fancy for this place.

“David.” Mack mumbles when she meets him at the back of the truck. He grabs her hand in his.

“What?” He asks. He is in dark jeans with a blue and white, light weight flannel. His sleeves are rolled up his forearms, exposing his tattoos and the tan skin from a summer of hard work. He took a shower and styled his hair perfectly with a crisp part and a perfect swoop.

“I am so overdressed.”

“What do you mean?” He asks. “You look great?” Mack doesn’t know how to tell him that she is pretty sure her outfit costs more than this bar does. “Don’t worry about it. You’re beautiful and sexy and you’re walking in on my arm. No one is going to mess with you.” Mack snorts and then starts to laugh.

“I wasn’t thinking that, but I’m trying to make a good impression.”

“Babe, they are going to love you. Trust me.”

Within an hour, Mack senses that isn’t going to be the case. 

She can feel the judgement. Detect the way it crawls over her body from his friends. The looks of “not one of us” and the whispers between the girls. She has been talked about enough behind her back throughout life to know when it’s happening right in front of her face. It started when she tried to order a Paloma. The bartender had looked at her like she grew a second head. She glances at David nervously.

“Curley, it’s tequila, grapefruit juice and lime. You got all that shit behind the bar.” David gestures to the wall of liquor. 

“You wanna come make it, David?” Curley asks.

“Fuck. Sure.” David shrugs, going behind the bar and showing Curley how to put the drink together. “You think you got that for next time?” Curley did not look like he had it for next time, so Mack switches to tequila and soda instead. 

The conversation around her has centered on all things farm and rural life. What so and so is up to now. Who had a baby. Who just got divorced. Who was cheating on who. It all seemed very juvenile and uninteresting to Mack. David stayed out of it for the most part, listening along with Mack until his friends, Cody and Trevor, started talking Iowa Hawkeye football. Then she lost him to that.

Mack fingers the cocktail napkin that is soaked with condensation below her glass. It’s times like these where Mack feels so out of place in a country she is a citizen off. She knows this isn’t a full, direct correlation of America, but how can she be more out of place here than when she was in Tokyo last year? Or she can get down and dirty in the rice fields of Thailand and feel more connection with locals who don’t speak the same language than she can in the center of the country she was born in.

David’s lips on her temple break her internal discourse. Mack smiles at him. He rubs her shoulder as if to ask “you good?” She nods at him, smiling reassuringly. 

Dun, nu, nu sounds through the bar speakers, then the whole group slaps their hands on the table. “Woo!” They yell. Then Dun, Nu, Nu. Slap, “Woo!” The whole table erupts excitedly, as a man begins to drawl over the sound system. The table turns to look at David, screaming out the next lyrics, “You were raised on an asphalt farm!” Mack blinks, feeling lost. David tips his head back, laughing loudly.

“Davey! It’s your song!” A girl who Mack can’t remember her name, screams then chugs more of her Miller Lite. 

“Get up and swing your asphalt girl around.” Mack’s eyes widen. David chuckles, tapping her thigh assuringly. 

“No, we are good.” David knows Mack would rather be a metal sign on the wall of the bar than get up when no one else is dancing. Being on display is not her thing. She is grateful for that until she sees the sneering glares of the two women at the end of the table.

“Oh, she’s too good for dancing too.” Mack faintly hears.

Mack looks at David. She can tell he didn’t hear what she heard. Not surprising with how loud his other male friends are signing along to the country song. Mack looks down at the girls, noticing how they avoid direct eye contact with her. The blonde one puts her hand up to her mouth, whispering in the red head’s ear. Then they both giggle. 

“No, let’s dance.” Mack suddenly says to David. She isn’t going to let two, small town, hick bitches intimidate her. 

“What?” He responds, surprised. 

“Yeah, show me what you got cowboy.” She jokes as she stands.

The entire table sucks in a huge, deep breath.

“Oooooooo, she is in trouble.” One of the boys mumbles. David gives her a sympathetic smile.

“We aren’t cowboys, honey. We are farmers.”

“What is the difference?” Mack scoffs, laughing, thinking he is pulling her leg. David winces slightly at the large yelp of the table behind him, then grabs Mack, pushing her towards the center of the bar.

“I’ll show you later.” He chuckles, kissing her mouth. 

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Ah, no. They’re just sensitive. Don’t quite understand how other people are outside of these state lines.” Mack gets quiet, retreating into herself again. David practically drags her around in a circle because she is shutting down internally. “Hey…” He trails off. “This is all new to you. It’s okay.” 

“They don’t like me.” She looks at the center of his chest as she says it, not wanting to see the confirmation on his face.

“Nah, they just don’t know you, sweetheart. A lot of layers to your onion.” David can twist it any which way that he wants, but they both know Mack is right. They don’t like her… right now at least.

When Mack and David head back to the table after their dance, the mood at the table has seemed to shift. Now, they all ignore her. 

“How is the herd looking, Trent?” David asks the guy across from Mack. David’s hand is around her shoulder, rolling his fingers in a circle over the thin material of her shirt.

“Should be a good year.” Trent says. “We really need it. Been hurting the last few.”

“Yeah, we all have.” David nods. “Weather has been shit. Can’t out work that.”

“We can sure fucking try tho.” Trent grins, then clinks beer bottles with him. David brings his over to clink with Mack’s glass. She does so. Trent sucks at his teeth, making a slight slurping noise after swallowing more beer. 

“Mack, where did you grow up?”

“In New Jersey before we moved back to where my dad is from in Switzerland.” He nods.

“You have a job growing up or anything?” David cocks his head to the side at Trent. “I’m just trynna find something to relate to her with.” He justifies.

“Um, no. My parents wanted us to focus on school.” Trent sighs like he is disappointed. 

"Must be nice to have a daddy who was able to give you anything you wanted. Didn’t have to work your way through high school to make ends meet.” 

“Trent, knock it off.” David snaps. “Mack knows what hard work is.”

“Does she? Cause the rest of us aren’t thinking she does.”

“Hey, don’t speak for all of us.” Cody snaps. “Drink your beer and shut up.”

“I’m just thinking that it must be nice to have an NHL daddy who can call in a favor to get you a job where you barely have to work as an adult too.” David stands up, chair knocking back to the floor. He reaches across the table to grab Trent, hauling him up to a standing position. 

“Apologize, right now, and I won’t smear you into the wood floor your daddy installed.” 

“I-I-I’m sorry. I think I’m drunk.”

“No shit.” David sneers, shoving Trent back into his chair. The rest of the table goes ghostly silent. Other bar patrons look over their shoulders at the group. Mack is flaming red over the embarrassment of the words thrown her direction and David’s intense reaction. She is equally mortified and turned on.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Mack whispers as David kisses her cheek in reassurance. David gives her a sympathetic look, apologetic eyes watching her as she heads to the back of the bar. 

Mack goes into the first stall, leaning her back into the tiled wall and covering her face. She sucks in deep breaths, trying not to cry. This night could not get any worse. She wants to leave so bad, but she has never been one to back down from a fight. She isn’t going to start now. She doesn’t want them having the satisfaction of seeing her rattled and vulnerable. No, she’ll throw her walls up and fake charm the pants off them. But first, she is going to grab some fresh air.

She heads through the double wood doors, walking down the parking lot, away from the posse of smokers out front. Her arms are crossed over her chest tightly trying to fight off the chill. She doesn’t understand how it can be so hot in the afternoon, but cool down in the evening. Another thing about Iowa she just “can’t understand”. Tears sting her eyes a bit. She feels dumb. Why is this bothering her so much? That guy is a douche. She knows who she is. She shakes off his words, running her fingers through her hair. Mack knows its because she wants to belong here with David. And from her perspective, so far this trip has been less than successful.

A large jacket comes around her shoulders. She looks to her right, seeing David. His eyes are boring into her, studying her face.

"Looking at the stars?" He asks her.

"Mhm." She looks up at the millions of little dots. Now this reminds her of being in the Swiss Mountains. The same sort of inky, black sky dotted with delicate twinkles. He runs his fingers along her shoulder, resting on the back of her neck. He guides her into his side.

"Talk to me, Hisch." 

"I guess I don't have much in common with this version of you.” Her European accent drips into her voice. She is surprised to hear that. It only comes out when she is feeling emotional, creating difficulty keeping a Western dialect. David grabs the opening of his jacket on her, tugging so she turns completely towards him. He steps forward, crowding her space. He brings a big paw to her chin, tilting her face up to his.

“What version?” He asks, laughing it off. “Baby, I am who I am. No matter where I am.” He brushes her hair back behind her ear. “And you’re everything I’ve dreamed of.” Mack can see how much he means it. It’s in his touch on her cheek, in his gaze stroking along hers, in the sureness of his voice. She nods. He captures her lips. The kiss is soft, sweet sucks and gentle nudging of his tongue against her bottom lip. His other hand winds around her waist, pressing into her lower back to keep her tight to him.

David says the right things, but that kiss says more to Mack than his words ever could.

His lips on hers erase it all- the insecurity, the doubt, the not belonging, the not good enough.

He grounds her because he knows what she needs immediately, sometimes before she even knows. But tonight, it is his physical reassurance soothing her more than anything. He towers over her, shielding her from everything with his muscular body, and consumes her in a way that feels safe not smothering. 

"Just say the word and I'll go back in there to straighten Trent out." Truthfully, having him storm back in there would be so fucking hot. She would get to watch him teach Trent a lesson and get all hot and bothered between her thighs. 

“What is the other option?” She murmurs.

“I take you home. We can spend the rest of the night by ourselves.”

Mack contemplates what home entails. She wants him to hold her hand in his dark truck the whole way home. She craves for him to undress her slowly in that small house. His boots hitting the floor at the foot of the bed while he urges her to lay back so he can take his time undressing her. She needs his rough, calloused hands on her soft hips as he pulls her panties down her legs. Then she wants him soft and slow, gently thrusting deep into her in a missionary position as he irritates her lips with his mustache.

And that’s exactly what Mack gets. 

“You look so good for me, honey. So wet and soft and perfect. Take me so well.” He praises her from where he holds his weight above her. His hot breath dances over her face, coated in light beer and her from his previous perch between her thighs. Mack is blissed out, drunk on him and the stroking of him against the walls of her pussy. 

“David.” She sighs, collecting him to her chest. He presses his to hers and then rolls his tongue into her mouth. He gathers her moans, sucking them up greedily so they are only his tonight. He fucks her deeper, harder, perfect bucks into her wet heat. “Fuck you’re so good. So fucking good.” She cries.

“Yeah? Best?”

“Yeah!” She yells.

“Say my name, sweetheart. Say who makes you feel this good.”

“You! David!” She howls.

“Good girl. My girl.” He groans. Mack’s inner walls clench him, pulling him deeper with each flutter of her getting closer and closer to the edge. Her heels dig into his butt, forcing him to stay right fucking there. She turns her face into his neck, sinking her teeth into him as she comes. 

Afterwards, David plays with her fingers as she lays on his sweaty chest. He kisses her forehead, inhaling the scent of her deeply. He keeps his face there afterwards, as Mack starts to go limp in his arms. Her eyelashes brush gently against his warm skin. He shifts her hips a bit, turning to the side so she can lay more comfortable in the crook of his arm.

“Goodnight, honey.” He whispers on her forehead. Then kisses her a final time before leaving her to her slumber. 

- - -

Two weeks into her trip, Mack is still having some trouble adjusting to Iowa. Every thing is completely different here. The grocery store, the little town he took her into, the restaurant options and drinks, even the air is different! It’s laced with manure and dust, making her nose plugged up so she constantly has to drainage. Her eyes had been almost swollen shut every morning of that first week.

“Do you have allergies?” David had asked her. Mack didn’t think so, but she’s also never been to a place quite like this. After a few days of Zyrtec, Mack can finally breathe through both nostrils.

In celebration, and because she is admittedly very bored, she gets into the shower. It’s the only thing in the farm house that is modern. David likes to take long showers after working in the field all day to get clean and relax. He’ll bring a can of Coors Light in with him and have some alone time. Mack thinks is is adorable, getting to see his self-care routine in Iowa. He doesn’t do this after games in NYC, but she thinks that might be because his adrenaline is usually still roaring after hockey. His favorite post-game routing has seemingly been sex. 

After getting clean and putting on some light make up, along with a sundress, Mack got to work putting together a meal for them. She opted for easily transported items like chips, sandwiches, and cut up fruit. Then she made some lemonade from the cup of lemonade mix she found in the pantry. David loves Lemonade down here. She is starting to enjoy it too. This time she puts fresh strawberries in for a little extra sweetness. 

Mack glances out the front window to where two farm hands are working. She puts her feet in the cowboy boots David got her at the boot store in town when she first got here. They are more broken in now and are no longer hurting her feet, so she feels comfortable wearing them for today’s excursion. Then she grabs the basket and steps outside. 

Mack covers her eyes with her hand, looking out at the vastness of the farm. David took her on a tour her second day here, but she doesn’t remember anything. She worries about getting lost out there. She double checks that she has her phone. At least she seems to have good service here. 

“Um, hi.” Mack says nervously as she walks up to the two farm hands by the barn.

“Hi Mackenzie.” They greet her happily. Something about being the boss’ girlfriend she is sure.

“Mack is fine. Um, do you know where I can find David?” She holds up the basket with their lunch. “I want to bring him lunch.”

“Oh, he is in the far back 40 on the edge of the farm property.” One of them says. 

“Okay. And I can get there with that?” She points to the small utility vehicle they whip around on the front of the farm. 

“Yeah….” They trial off, giving each other a look. “Do you know how to get there?”

“I know everything branches off from this road, she points to the left. But after that I am a little lost.”

“I can take you.” The older one, who seems to be more in charge says. “We can take the truck.” Mack nods. “I can put that in the bed for ya.” He hoists it over into the truck bed, then they both get into the cab. 

“What is your name?” She asks once they start down the dirt road. Rocks kick up against the mud flaps and the underbelly of the truck, making her have to yell a bit over to him.

“Felix.”

“Nice to meet you.” She smiles politely. “Thank you for taking me.”

“Of course. Mr. David says you are our special guest. Can’t let you get lost out here.” Mack blushes, biting her bottom lip. 

“Oh I don’t know about that. How long have you worked on the farm?”

“About 25 years. I worked for Mr. Chuck before Mr. David.” Mack knows Chuck is David’s dad. She doesn’t ask, but wonders if he was there when Chuck passed away on the farm.

“That is nice. You must like it here?”

“Yes, they are fair to their workers and their families. Last year, my wife had cancer. The treatment was expensive. We had to travel up to Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. But Mr. David paid for the whole thing and kept my job. My wife has now been in remission for five months.” Felix does the sign of a cross then kisses his lips in praise. 

“Wow.” Mack murmurs. David never told her that.

“He is special. Nothing like his siblings.” Felix’s face seems to cloud over. “We are happy he bought them out of the farm.” Another thing Mack wasn’t aware of. “He has made changes, some hard to learn at first, but all have been good. For us and him. More money and security. People on other farms around here want to work for him the most.” Pride swells in Mack’s chest at hearing that.

Felix turns to the right, heading away from the road and out for a few minutes. They come over a hill, down into a valley where Mack see’s David’s black truck. She frowns, realizing he is out here working alone.

“Is he always out here alone?” She wonders.

“No, just today.” He says. “It’s a hard day for him.” Mack furrows her brows, but nods along. He didn’t say anything before they left. He seemed normal too. The truck comes to a slowed stop. David is working along the fence line. He wipes his forehead with his forearm, looking up at the truck. He sees Felix, then grins huge when he sees Mack.

“Felix! Look at you bringing me pretty little things after busting me for that in high school.” Felix roars with laughter, his big chest shaking as he leans out the rolled down window. 

“This one seems a little less crazy.”

“Eh, you don’t know her like I do.” David winks. He tosses his tools into the cab of his truck. “Stay there, honey.” He says to her. Mack stays put, letting David come to her door. He opens it up, then gives her his hand to help pull her down safely from the high farm truck. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I brought lunch to you.” 

“Oh?” He wiggles his eyebrows, then drags his gaze along her body in her blue, linen sundress. 

“Actual food.” She fills him in. He quips a smirk at her, then leans down to kiss her. 

“Basket in the back, sir.” Felix says.

“How many times do I have to say not to call me that?” David rolls his eyes.

“How many times I gotta tell you it’s about respect?” Felix quips back. Mack smiles. She likes Felix a lot. She can see herself getting to know him more over the next few weeks. 

“Fine. Hey, when you get back up can you tell Becks to get to the N.E. pasture and start working some of the cows into N.D. pasture instead? I don’t think I’m going to get to that today.”

“You bet. I’ll have Reed go with him too. That kid needs to get the hell off my project.”

“He’s a little wild.” David acknowledges. “That’s why he is with you.” David reminds Felix who sighs heavily. “Look what you did with me.” He grins. 

Felix waves and drives off back to the barn after David hauls the picnic basket out of the back. 

“I brought a blanket too.” Mack pulls it out of her bag that she had slung across her shoulder. David drops the tailgate of his truck, then lays the blanket along the back.

“That’s good otherwise your thighs would be burning in that short dress.”

“Is it short?”

“Honey, you know it is.” He slaps her ass to prove his point, getting some of her bare cheek against his palm. Mack leans forward, feeling the fabric slide further up her thighs as she digs in the picnic basket. David runs his fingers up from her knee to cup her ass. He reaches for her arm, pulling her away from the food. “Want something else first.” He sighs against her mouth.

“What if someone comes to find you?” She weakly protests. She had this in mind for lunch too.

“They’ll call me.” He murmurs against her mouth. “Trust me, I don’t want any of my guys seeing you, honey. I wouldn’t take the chance if I didn’t think it was safe.” Mack nods, believing him completely.

He wraps an arm around her waist, pinning her tight to him. His hard cock protrudes from beneath his zipper, pulsing for Mack to touch. Her fingers, clutch the back of his neck, feeling his skin sweaty and hot beneath her fingers. He smells sexy like sweat and deodorant that works just as hard as her man. It’s hot, sexy as fuck, to the point that Mack wraps her leg around his waist to grind against him.

David moves his mouth from hers and presses kisses along her throat. He sucks her skin hard into his mouth at the nook of her neck and shoulder, then continues down. Mack arches back, letting her head fall back so he can access her chest completely. His lips continue their path over the swell of her left breast, then he nudges the fabric to the side. Her nipple pebbles in the sunlight, pink and beautiful, just for him. He opens his lips, pulling it in. His tongue strokes over her sensitive peak, then creates a wet trail to the other one, grabbing it between his lips. He lets that one go with a final slurp, then goes back to kiss her mouth. 

“Mmm.” Mack hums. Her fingers go to his belt, working it apart. She pulls his hard length out of his jeans and underwear, stroking along his shaft, feeling the velvet skin tight in her hand. She works her fingers up to his head, stroking until his slit releases pre-cum. 

“Fuck.” He groans, breaking away from their kiss. David turns Mack, lifting her dress up over her ass and pulling her bare skin back to his. He works his cock between her ass, savoring how she grinds her cheeks against him while he holds her tight by her stomach. He kisses her shoulder, tasting her warm, vanilla skin. 

“Bend over.” He growls before she reaches between their bodies and holds his balls, stealing his breath. She rolls them over in her hand as she lays forward obediently. Her right cheek presses into the blanket she brought. David moves her dress up, pulling her thong underwear down for her ankles to hold. David strokes his cock as he puts two fingers at Mack’s entrance, testing her. She is soaked, almost dripping down those soft thighs for him. He curses again, then plunges into her welcoming heat.

Mack’s arms stretch above her head, gripping the blanket in her palms. Her hard nipples stroke against the ridges of the truck bed with each direct thrust of him into her. David works his hands off her hips to the front of her thighs, keeping his hands there to protect her from the lip of the tailgate. His lips kiss her spine, then he get into position to fuck her hard and fast just like she begs for. The truck suspension squeaks from his powerful pumps.

“So good.” Mack calls back. She opens her eyes, taking in the surrounding Iowa wilderness, grinning at how sexy it is to be fucked by this man right here. Maybe she could be a country girl after all. She giggles.

“What?” He asks her.

“Maybe I am a country girl.” 

“By the time I’m done with you, you will be.” He laughs, slapping her ass with his abdomen with each drill of his cock into her. 

“Oh.” She groans, felling like a completely, coming undone mess at what he is doing with her. His unhooked belt slaps the outside of her thigh as it swings. She moves one hand from above her head, bringing it to her clit to roll it in rapid circles. “David…” She moans loudly, letting her voice go, carrying out across the field.

“Mmm, yeah. Let the world hear you baby. Let everyone know who’s pussy this belongs to.” He brings a hand under her stomach, arching her lower back and hips up so he can drive at a different angle. Mack’s eyes roll into the back of her head, almost securing to her brain at how incredible his cock feels pressing into her velvet circle. 

“Right there. David, please don’t stop. Never stop.” Mack wails. 

“Not until you coat this cock, sweetheart.” He assures her. “This what you wanted, huh? Made your man a little meal so he would stuff you full of his thick cock?”

“Yeah!” Mack admits shamelessly. “Ohmyg-“ Mack chokes on the last word as the intensity of her orgasm rips the breath from her lungs. 

“Oh fuck. Baby, yes.” He moans, losing control at the hard flutters of her around him. “So fucking good, baby. Perfect for me.” His hoarse voice coos at her as he paints ropes of cum on her walls.

Their heavy breathing makes them hot, sweat beginning to bead along their spines as they lay limply against each other on the truck bed. Then, David straightens up, gliding himself out of Mack gently. She whimpers at the emptiness, wishing he would stay there for a little longer. He delicately drops her dress back over her butt after bringing her panties up into place. She turns, leaning on the tailgate as her legs shake. David tucks himself back into his pants, buckling his belt before focusing back on her. He grips her chin with his thumb and pointer finger, giving her a soft, wet kiss. 

“You are amazing.” He sighs. Mack grins into their kiss.

“You too. Never felt like this.” She whispers, holding him by the back of his neck against her forehead. Never thought she would admit things like this to someone either. But as per usually, David is scratching out all of her rules and rewriting new ones, like spending weeks in America’s heartland and turning down jobs from her editor.

“I’m starving. What did you bring us?” David asks, picking her up and setting her on the tailgate behind her so she can reach the picnic basket. She brought them turkey sandwiches with fresh lettuce, tomatoes, and homemade pesto mayo she put together yesterday afternoon. All the flavors have marinated deliciously together, creating a flavor bomb in her mouth. 

“Holy shit. This is amazing. Thank you!” His genuine appreciation makes Mack’s chest warm. She smiles coyly, with her mouth full of food. He leans down to kiss her. Mack gently chews the rest of her bite, looking over at David who is devouring his sandwich is two more huge bites. She chuckles, then licks her lips before speaking.

“So Felix said today is a hard day for you?” Everything about David’s demeanor changes like a snap. His face darkens. He begins to fidget next to her, slightly pulling away as his body gets rigid. He sniffs, then takes a big glug of lemonade from the mason jar. 

“Yeah.” Mack hesitates, remaining quiet while watching him stuff some chips in his mouth. Then she puts her sandwich down on the plate next to her, turning to sit facing him. She puts her hand on his thigh, continuing to stay quiet until David sighs heavily. “My mom died ten years ago today.” Mack stills, then rolls her bottom lip into her mouth. 

“I’m so sorry.” David nods, clearing his throat.

“This date every year I come out here and fix fence and talk to her. Tell her about what I’ve been up to the last year. Cry a little bit. Then go clean off her and dad’s grave and put some fresh flowers down from her rose garden by the house.”

“That sounds like a nice way to honor her.” Mack murmurs, moving her hand from his thigh to his hand, lacing their fingers together. He brings the back of her hand up to his mouth, kissing along her knuckles.

“It is. Unfortunately, I’ve had ten years to get the tradition perfect.” He sighs. “Every year on this date though, it feels like it just happened.” Mack can imagine so. “Sucks.” He sniffs again. Mack rubs her thumb along the tendons of his hand.

“Will you tell me about her?”

“She was hilarious. Spunky as shit. Had to be with how crazy my siblings and I were in our younger days. We used to pretend to be super heroes and jump off the barn into the hay. It was all fun and games unless you were a bit off…. Or got pushed off like me.” Mack’s eyes widen. “But my mom was always watching out the window and would rip my brothers a new asshole anytime they were picking on me. She was strong and full of joy. She loved working in her garden. A few of the plants have died off over the years cause of deep freezes, but most of those rose bushes are hers. I hire Felix’s wife to tend to them in the summer so they’re always taken care of. Mom would have wanted that, since she isn’t here to do it…” 

Mack squeezes his hand then brings her other hand up to run over his back. She rests her mouth on his bicep, continuing to listen while holding him. 

“I think that’s why it was so hard when she got sick.” His voices starts to get tight. Tears pinch Mack’s eyes. “That… but also she has missed so much. She didn’t get to see me graduate from high school or college. Didn’t see me get drafted or my first game in the NHL. At least my dad was there for those, but it wasn’t the same. He didn’t have the words like she would have when I struggled to stay up in the NHL those first few years or the way he rode my ass when I was home every summer to be a better farmer.” David shakes his head. 

“It’s like every year something happens that I’m sad she isn’t here for. This year, I’m sad she doesn’t get to know you.” Mack’s bottom lip shakes as two tears go down her cheeks. He turns his lips into her hair, then continues to talk against her head. “She would have loved you- strong, independent, sassy, and so pretty you could bring even the most stubborn man to his knees.” Mack smiles, cupping his cheek to hold him against her. “Those dimples… baby.” He sighs, “They get me every time.” 

“I hope she still likes me now… even from wherever she is watching over you.”

“I think so.” He smiles. 

“Could I go with you to their resting place?”

“Yes, of course you can. I just gotta check the rest of this fence and then we can go.”

“Thank you for telling me. I didn’t know…”

“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t like talking about it. Probably why Felix told you.” Mack nods, understanding that Felix was looking out for David too when he told Mack about today on the drive down. 

Mack and David finished their lunches and she helps him check fence. She walked the line with him and pointed out normal fence she thought looked bad and he taught her about what to look for instead. When they were done, they loaded up into David’s truck, then drove back towards the house.

The house is coming into view when David peels off to the right and drives to an open, unassuming field. There is no fencing, just in ground stones that mark the Carlson members that are buried on the farm. David grabs a bucket full of cleaning supplies. He gives Mack the flowers he picked earlier that had been resting in a bucket of water, then takes her hand to walk over to his parents' graves. 

Mack begins to cry immediately, feeling so overwhelmed with sadness for David. And his parents. For everything they have missed. For the people she will never know. For all the moments that David will never get to have with them and how fucking cruel it is that he has to go through that for the rest of his life. All those happy days will have a shade of grey because of who is missing. It’s not fair. She wants to change that for him, ease some of that, but instead, all she can really do is cry sympathetically. 

When they get to his father, Charles E. Carlson’s headstone, David drops her hand and puts his work gloves on. He uses his tools to cut away the over grown grass and weeds. Then he grabs the soapy water and rags to clean the dirty away from the head stone. Mack kneels off to the side, by his mother’s stone, watching quietly, sensing her help is not wanted. This seems methodical and therapeutic to David.

He rests his butt on his heels while he looks down. He presses his palm on his dad’s name, then works his way to his mom’s and does the same thing. This time, wet tear drops fall from his eyes onto the dusty stone as he cleans the grime off. Mack swallows hard, new tears of her own falling down. David puts his left hand on his mother’s name, Beatrice. Mack reaches out, putting hers on top of his. David opens his right arm for her to slide into his side. Then he holds her close.

Mack doesn’t know, but while he holds her tight, David is telling his mom, where ever she is resting, that the girl in his arms is the one.

- - -

Mack can’t believe it is her second to last night here.

As different as it all was when she first got here a month ago, her and David have settled into a nice routine. Every morning starts early, with a romp in the sheets. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, always incredible though. After that, Mack wanders down the hall in his shirt to make him coffee and some eggs to wolf down fast after his shower. She sits with him at the table as he tells her all the different chores he has for the day. She asks questions. He patiently answers. 

Then, after a long smooch with wandering calloused hands, he heads out to the field. Mack will meet him for lunch, or if it’s too hot, he comes into the kitchen to take a break in the air conditioning. They spend 10 minutes of his hour long lunch eating and the other 50 devouring each other. On the tail gate, on the kitchen table, on the floor, on the couch- wherever they can make it to before their clothes start falling off their frames.

David will return back to his chores, then come home around dinner time. Him and Mack trade off making dinner. He likes to grill for her as she tries different self- prepared marinades with fresh produce from the farm’s garden. Then they end the night watching the sunset on the front porch, which is where they are right now.

The porch swing sways gently from David’s light rocking. A calm, cooling breeze blows through the wrap around porch that hugs the white farmhouse his family built generations ago. Mack thinks about her flight in two days that is supposed to connect her with Newark before she will turn around in 24 hours to head towards Aruba. Dread pinches her stomach uncomfortably. She has started to fall in love with this place and all of it’s differences that she hated 4 weeks ago. David is staying here for two more weeks. He will be returning to New York a few days after she gets home from Aruba.

Mack looks down at his forearm across her stomach. Her fingers tips drag along his tanned skin, watching the goosebumps form on him from her touch. An emotional sigh falls from her lips. His lips touch her hair in recognition, fingers pressing deeper into her side.

“You okay?” 

“I don’t want to leave.” She confesses. He moves so her back falls across his lap. His other arm catches her head in the cook of his elbow. “Wanna stay here with you.” She whispers, reaching up for his face. 

“Baby, if you wanna stay you can, but if you need to go, that’s okay too. There is a whole life of yours outside of me.”

“I know. But it can wait until I’m ready to rejoin it.” David smiles down at her. His fingers run up from her stomach, along her left breast, to cup her cheek. Mack presses up to meet his lips. His hand tangles in her wild, country hair, gripping her tight to his mouth so he can taste her thoroughly. 

“You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay here.”

“I don’t.” She assures him, gripping his wrist where that hand still holds her face. His thumb rubs a track across her cheek bone, looking into her brown eyes. 

“Okay. Then stay. I want that.” He admits. “Was feeling really sad in the field this morning, thinking about driving you up to the airport.” Mack smiles, nodding in agreement. He pulls her up to kiss him again, then lets her head settle in his lap as she wiggles down. Her hair splays across his thigh as he works his finger prints gently into her scalp. Her eyes flutter, wanting to close and give into how good this feels. 

Mack loves the salty breeze off the ocean, the sand between her toes, and the way the pace of island life is unapologetically slow.

But not even that can compete with how good it feels here in David’s arms on his front porch swing.

More Mack & David can be found here.

[ladylooch]

Enemies & Lovers - [Mack X David]

A/N: This took embarrassingly long. Mads, thank you for loving me endlessly despite that! Hope you enjoy babe! From this request.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+ Content

(David) 

The final verse of the national anthem has goosebumps breaking out on David’s skin. Anticipation begins to awaken his senses, rushing through his veins until little bumps protrude all over his body. He taps his stick against the ice, putting his helmet back on as he zooms around the Rangers zone, getting ready for puck drop. Tonight isn’t like any other game night for him. Tonight, Mackenzie Hischier sits 20 rows up from the ice with her older sister and niece. And while Lucie thinks Mack is there with her, she’s there for David. He knows it, can feel it in his bones that she said yes to tonight for him and only him. He hopes he will get the chance to thank her properly later.

On the other side of the ice, a white and red jersey with Meier across the back skates close to the red line. It’s the first time Lio and David have shared the ice since the concussion Lio suffered in the Fall. David isn’t worried about retaliation from the hit. He already answered to it that same night. But he wouldn’t put it past Lio to line him up in this opening shift to send a message. He’s ready for it, embraces it even. A big hit to start the game helps set the tone for him. Connor skates up next to David, giving his shin pad a tap before he exhales heavily. 

“Tight game today.” Connor says as they both skate to the blue line. Lio is at the bottom of the center face of circle. He wears his notorious smirk, zeroing in on Connor and David together. 

“Meier where is my thank you for putting your family back together?” David laughs. Lio has no reaction.

“Lee, heads up today, eh?” Connor calls as the puck drops. The Rangers win it back and it’s on Connor’s stick.

“Don’t be a dick.” Lio smirks as he skates close to his best friend, swinging his stick each direction, forcing Connor to make the pass across ice to David. 

“Love ya, buddy!” Connor chuckles as Lio follows the puck across. David moves the puck up the ice, then braces himself for the big hit from Lio. He exhales a heavy puff as he slams into the boards. He grins, watching the Meier skate back towards the Devils zone. 

“Let’s go baby!” He yells after Lio, howling with laughter. 

It’s gonna be a good fucking game tonight. 

The game is tight at first, not much space or offensive zone time for either team. Connor and David are shutting down Lio and his two line mates regularly. The Devils are trying to adjust match ups, but it takes them until most of the way through the 1st before the Rangers ice the puck, allowing for the second line to match up with them instead. 

A rookie, who David doesn’t even know, rolls up next to him and Connor at the face-off in front of the net. David spits onto the ice, waiting for the puck to drop.

“Ey, Woody. That your wife up there with the nice pair of tits?” He asks Connor. 

“Easy there, fella.” Connor laughs, popping this mouthguard off his teeth with his tongue as his blue eyes piece through the rookie’s face.

“She looks like fun. That her sister next to her?” The hair on the back of David’s neck stands up. “Looks just like her.” The puck drops, ceasing any more commentary from the little prick. David’s shoulders are still tense. Another icing means another face off in the Rangers zone. The rookie lines up in the same spot, smacking on his blue gum as David grits down hard on his mouthguard. 

“Be honest, you ever tap her sister in with you two? She seems wild… and like she enjoys having things stuck up her ass.” 

David can hear his growl belt out of his chest as he shoves the prick over. 

“The fuck did you just say?” David screams. He reaches out with his glove, face washing him with the wet leather. The rookie weakly shoves at David. David backs him into the boards as the linesmen try to pull them apart. 

“David! David! Come on, bud. Let’s keep it civil.”

“Watch your fucking mouth around me, boy.” David shoves the rookie’s face again, then lets the linesman move him away. His heart is pounding in his chest. A red filter covers the world, pulsing in his vision in sync with the blood in his veins.

“Chill. He’s known for this. Trying to give them some juice.” Connor taps David’s breezers as they skate off to the bench.

“You’re going to let him talk about your wife like that?”

“It’s not like it’s true.” Connor rolls his eyes. “I can’t get mad every time someone talks about Lucie’s perky tits. They’re… really nice. I get it.” Connor laughs, trying to lighten the mood. “Mack would laugh at that comment.” David bites his tongue, but shakes his head, then leans forward to watch the play rush out of their zone.

No, Mack wouldn’t like that comment at all. It would make her skin crawl with disgust. She would curl inwards on herself until she became mute then she would visibly beginning to shake from internalizing her anger. Deep down, those words would be branded into her heart where they would haunt, twisting her gut and keeping her awake until long after 2am. 

The red in David’s vision intensifies. 

“You wanna let that guy talk about your wife like that, fine. But I’m not going to.” David says as they head off the bench for intermission. 

In the second period, David comes sprinting out with a vengeance for that little prick. Every time he sees him, he checks him hard into the boards. Each hit elicits a groan from the rookie. Once David begins to lead by example, Connor has a change of approach, following up with a hard hit every so often too. Both David and Connor chirp the rookie when he is on the bench. At one point, there is a scrum with the three of them that has Lio standing tall on the bench, concerned. During the next TV time out, Lio skates close to the Rangers bench, tapping his stick to get Connor’s attention.

“Any chance you two old fucks could stop terrorizing my rookie?”

“Hell no.” Connor spits out water onto the ice.

“He dug his hole.” David agrees.

“Let him figure his own way out.”

“Gotta be a big boy with such a big fucking mouth.” David nods as they both stand up to get on the ice.

“Alright, well. I don’t wanna fight tonight. Sav doesn’t like it.” He grins at Connor when he says that.

“You’re whipped like cream, bitch.” 

“Fucking right!” Lio laughs. “You see her today? Looking like my next meal.” 

In that next shift, the Devils do a quick line change. David looks at the rookie, licking his lips.

“You ready to repent for your sins yet, boy?”

“If I fight you, will you leave me alone?”

“Sure, if you win.” David agrees. There is no way in hell that is happening.

And it doesn’t. 

David knocks his fist into the rookie’ face once. The boy drops to the ice in agony. His nose is broken, but he will survive. Message received. As David skates to the penalty box, he shakes out his right hand. During his skate, his eyes drift twenty rows up to the woman he just broke a man’s nose for. She has that look on her face. Disapproval rolls from her brown eyes in waves.

David can’t wait to fuck that off her face tonight.

- - - 

(Mack)

The final buzzer came twenty minutes too late in Mack’s opinion. The game had been stressful. She remembers this about Devils and Rangers games from when she was little. Her dad was always so worked up afterwards. Her Uncle T too. 

“Well! All the boys are getting off the ice safely this time. Yay!” Lucie claps around a sleepy Stella in her lap. “We will have to give David a reward for not going head hunting.” Mack smiles to herself. She is more than happy to give him a reward of her own kind later…. If he texts her. 

She has already texted him too many times asking for him to come over. It’s pathetic and uncharacteristic for her. If Mack isn’t careful, she is going to catch feelings. 

“I’m assuming you’re heading out?” Lucie asks her sister. The lower bowl is pretty much empty, besides the family members who wait out the crowd in their seats.

“Ah….” Mack trails off, making a show of looking around while contemplating. “I’ll come down and say hi to Connor.” 

“Oh. Okay!” Lucie says, surprised. “He will be excited to see you.” 

Although good intentioned from her sister, Mack feels a bit guilty about Lucie saying that. Even though Mack moved to New York full time this summer, she has been gone a lot for work and when she is in town, the last place she wants to be is here at MSG. No offense to her brother-in-law, whom she definitely adores, but she isn’t very interested in sports. She would much rather sit at home reading a great book or eating at a sushi bar somewhere in the city. Well… until recent developments with a certain defenseman.

Mack and Lucie make their way down to the basement of the arena. Stella continues to sleep on her mama, so Mack carries Lucie’s purse and jacket down with her. It isn’t a long wait for Connor, who comes beaming out of the locker room with wet curls wildly drying.

“Hi babies.” He grins at his wife. “And Mackenzie.”

“Why?” She wrinkles her nose at her full name.

“Cause I love ya!” He shouts, wrapping her into a tight bear hug that she didn’t ask for.

“Okay.” She pats his back awkwardly. “Please let go.” She mutters. He steps aside, going to Lucie to collect their daughter. 

“Did she see any of the game?” He asks his wife.

“A lot of it actually. It wasn’t until the third that she was really out.”

“Pretty good for our big girl.” Connor brushes his lips along Stella’s forehead. He tucks her more into his jacket, then looks at Mack and Lucie. “Ready to head out?”

Mack hesitates, looking over to the right where Connor had come from. She scans the people milling about, not seeing David. Damn. She hoped she could catch a glimpse of him, get a sense on if she will hear from him tonight or not. But he is nowhere to be found. She can’t exactly hang around without drawing suspicion from her family.

“Ah, are we going to see Lio at all?” Mack tries to stall.

“No, I talked to him after interviews. They have too tight of a travel schedule. They’re flying to Montreal.”

“Oh, I see.” Mack nods. She crosses her arms over her chest, then nods. “Yeah I’m ready then.” 

She falls into line behind the group, tossing one last unfulfilling look over her shoulder for David. 

- - -

The text Mack is waiting for never comes. 

Instead, it manifests as a knock on the door. She cannot help but grin to herself when she looks out and sees David on the other side of the wood, a white box in his hand.

“Hi.” He smiles at her when she opens the door.

“Hi. Do you always show up at people’s places unannounced?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know I was coming, honey.” He chuckles.

“Presumptuous.”

“And yet I’m not wrong.” He grins. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch you after the game. And that I’m a lot later than I wanted to be.” He holds the box up. “But I wanted to get you some of these. I know you’re leaving in a few days and won’t have time to get over there before you go.” Mack steps aside, letting him in.

“And they are?” She glances at the box, then registers the logo. “Oh my god! Are these the seven layer brownies!?” She grips his forearm as he tries to walk past so she can verify her suspicion.  “Did you try them!?”

“No, I thought that might be fun to do together. Unless you want them both?”

“No! Oh my god these are the closest thing I can find to the ones in our hometown.”

In the excited haze of her favorite treat, Mack throws caution completely to the wind. Never mind that they are not supposed to be buddies without the fuck in front of it. Or the way her brain is trying to toss danger signs in front of her to slow her down as she marches to the kitchen for plates. She doesn’t care. She can’t care. How could she when he showed up here with a box of brownies from a place she mentioned to him once before they were ever anything more than enemies?

“I would have been here earlier, but they were sold out, and I had to bribe the teenager behind the counter to make a small, special batch for us.”

“What did that cost you?” Mack’s mouth drops open in awe.

“More than the $10 the menu said these were.” He chuckles. He sets the box next to her on the counter, then begins working on undoing his cuff links.

“Cuff links?” Mack asks with curiosity, then focuses on getting the brownies out of the box. They are still warm, which has the thick, ganache frosting melting down the slides. 

“I’m old fashioned.” He shrugs.

“I’ve noticed.” She smiles slightly. Silence consumes them as he watches her get the second brownie out. She gets a bit of frosting on her finger, lifting it to his lips. He sucks the sweetness off, keeping direct eye contact that has Mack’s stomach bottoming out.

“Mmm, sweet. Like you.” He drags his gaze down from her eyes to savor every curve of her body.

“Being that forward is not very old-fashioned.” He chuckles.

“I ain’t got time to waste. You’re heading out of town and there are least twenty positions I wanna bend you into tonight.” 

“We have to try these brownies before though.”

“Then what are you waiting on. I don’t need a plate.” 

“Farm boy, be civilized. This is not something to just hoover down.” David snatches one of the brownies off the plate and takes a bite, devouring half of the treat. Mack stares at him, mouth agape.

“Baby, I am not kidding. I got you these brownies as an appreciation for how hard you’ve been working lately, but knowing you’re leaving town has me feeling very  impatient.” 

“You gonna miss me?” She whispers, teasing, reaching up to smear some of the chocolate dotted along his bottom lip. David stills.

“Gonna be blue here without you.” He murmurs, putting a big paw on her hip to keep her close. Mack notices the bulge pressing into her thigh. “Anymore questions?” He wraps his hand along her lower back, skirting atop her ass just to hear the sharp intake of her breath from feeling more of his hard length. 

“Why are you fighting 19 year olds?” She says, more steadily than she thought she could, wanting to know what all the fuss was about earlier in the evening.

“Cause he said you like things up your ass and I know you don’t. Thought he should know what talking about you like that gets him.”

“Oh my god!” She stutters. “W-what! Are you kidding?”

“No.” David shakes his head, dead serious. “So he needed to learn that he doesn’t get to speak about you when I’m around. Or he will get my fist in his face.”

Mack isn’t sure if she should roll her eyes, smack David’s chest, or swoon off her damn feet. So instead she keeps standing there, dumbfounded, hands on his chest. 

“Why me?” She hears herself ask. A low chuckle rumbles his chest under her hands.

“How about I talk you through why?”

His lips collapse over hers, stealing an immediate whimper out of her mouth. He runs his hands along her back to her thighs, lifting her up and walking her over to her couch. There really isn’t time for her bedroom. The couch will be a perfect runway for her to be his pillow princess tonight. He lays her down on the couch, kissing her lips, pulling slightly away a little bit each time so she has to chase him, becoming as impatient as him.

“Because you look like this after I kiss you.” He says, thumbing her swollen bottom lip.

He drags that hand between her breasts, searching for the hem of her t-shirt. They maintain eye contact as he drags the fabric up her body. He slides back, placing open mouth kisses along her stomach. He gets to her jeans, popping the button open expertly with one hand, then he tugs her panties down.  His mouth continues south until his mustache brushes her throbbing clit. His tongue snakes out of his lips, crudely prodding her sensitive nub while she is still mostly clothed. 

“Because somehow, you taste even better than you look.”

His big hands come around her hips, then slide her jeans and panties off in one swoop. He works them completely off her ankles, then drops them to the side. He runs his palms up the backs of her thighs before pinning her knees almost to her ears. He licks his lips while looking deep into Mack’s eyes. Finally, he dips his head back to the task at hand. 

“Oh.” Mack moans immediately when his tongue tastes her folds. Her fingers curl into the cushions below her. Her inner walls convulse around emptiness, calling David’s tongue to it for a moment to satisfy the craving. “Oh fuck.” She groans when he licks up her slit again, vacuuming her clit into his mouth.

“Because you sound like that when I’m eating your pretty pussy. Mmm, taste so good tonight. Rook wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy this good.”

“Uh.” Mack wines as David goes back in for another pass. Her arousal coats his mustache as he alternates between sucking her clit and lapping at it with devouring flicks. 

“Be good for me and keep your knees up.” He commands, releasing one of her thighs so he can circle her hole with his finger. He plunges in, working in unison with his skilled tongue. He slurps and sucks, fucking her with two fast fingers as Mack squirms under his mouth. Mack’s thighs begin to shake against her abdomen. David curls his fingers up, tracing circles on her velvet spot. Stars blot Mack’s vision as she comes fiercely. David collects her orgasm on his tongue, gently cleaning her up with his mouth before he pulls away to undress himself. 

“Take your shirt off, honey.” He commands to Mack. “Wanna see those gorgeous tits bounce while I’m fucking you.” Mack complies, barely coherent, feeling drunk when she watches his cock spring free from his underwear. David grabs his shaft, stroking it while looking her over. “Because you look like that after you cum.” He smirks, then leans down to kiss her. She grips both sides of his head, forcing her tongue into his mouth to taste what he did to her. He groans, then pulls roughly away to grab the condom from his pants.

After rolling it on, he places the head of his cock against her hot, wet core. Her previous orgasm paves the way for him, allowing him to fit in snuggly with only a stitch of pain. He waits for her to adjust, doing gentle little movements to expand her until she is forcing her hips down harder on him for more.

“Mmm.” She moans loudly when he begin to move. “Feels so good.” She assures him, barely able to whisper with how intense their combined thrusts feel.

David grabs her left knee, hooking it around his hip as he begins his long drives into her pussy. He drops his lips to hers, eating up every moan, whimper and word that wants to fall from her pretty mouth. Mack runs her hands up his arms where they hold his weight over her. They eventually rest on his shoulders, feeling comfortable there as he watches the orgasm build on her face. Her eyes begin to shine brighter, her lips parted wider, and her chest heaves, making her breasts bounce even harder with each press of his cock into her.

“Yeah, because you’re a fantasy, baby. But then the real thing kicks that fantasy’s ass.” He moans the last part as her inner walls collapse in on him. He isn’t sure she is going to let go this time as she convulses up.  Then she releases, only to swallow him deeper than before, eager for her release. Mack grips his shoulders tighter as he adjusts her knee on his hip, driving into her at the angle she needs.

“David, fuck! I’m coming.” She groans, then comes undone in his next two thrusts. Her fingers clench onto his bare skin as she arches her back, opening her legs wider for him to go deeper. 

“Feels so good when you cum around my cock. Fuckin’ so good.” He grunts, pushing himself to his own climax. As much as he wants this to last forever, he knows he can’t last any longer. She feels too good. He let himself get drowned by the feeling of her quivering walls, releasing into the condom with a hearty, blissed out groan. 

David stays kneeling between her legs, rising up to his full heigh tiredly. Gripping the edge of the condom, he pulls carefully out of her used folds. She whimpers when he is gone, feeling so empty and incomplete without him. He leans down to kiss her tenderly, small open mouthed pecks, with light tongue strokes from each of them. Then he stands up, strutting across the apartment to the bathroom. 

Mack lays there with her eyes closed, legs curled back together as she waits for the soft aftercare she knows he will give her. David returns with a warm, wet washcloth, taking his time cleaning her up. When he is done, he tosses the towel to the floor, then maneuvers Mack to her side so he can rest on his back beside her. Their slick, naked skin binds together in a hot, sticky mess for a few minutes, until Mack shivers after coming down from her high. David grabs the blanket from the back of the couch draping it over as much of her body as it will reach. He turns his face into her hair.

“Can’t believe I got you to leave that brownie over there.” He murmurs against her temple. She bolts up with awareness, taking the blanket with her to run to the kitchen. She giggles the whole way excitedly. He props himself up on his elbows to see her face. She leans her butt into the counter, carefully balancing the blanket she clutches closed and the brownie as she takes her first bite. She moans, but nothing like she just was doing for him. 

“Oh my god.” She sighs, exaggerating her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Better than sex?” He asks.

“No.” She laughs. “And definitely not sex with you.” He smiles confidently, then lets his back hit the couch again. Mack wanders back over to the couch, straddling his lower abdomen as she takes another bite. “You want one?”

“No. I got it for you more than me.”

“Thank you.” She smiles softly, without teeth, worrying about goopy ganache teeth. 

“You’re welcome.” He responds, tucking some of her hair back behind her ear. His fingers linger there, then slowly work down her jaw, ending with this thumb sliding off her chin. His eyes never leave hers. “Because you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Mackenzie Hischier.”

Something hot and intense burns in her chest when he says that. It bursts through her veins and grows up her back until her scalp tingles as intensely as her toes. She swallows hard, feeling like the brownie is caught in her throat. She rips her gaze away from his, forcing a little cough.

“I’m going to get some water. Do you want some?”

“Mhm.” He murmurs, unfazed by her sudden retreat. 

She can run all she wants from him, but he isn’t going anywhere.

[ladylooch]

What We Could Be - [Mack X David]

A/N: I know today is supposed to be an off day but I hope you don't mind if I drop a lil AU treat for ya! These two are about to boil over... And lucky us getting to see it all unfold 😈 Happy Friday!

Word Count: 2.4k

Tucked inside Connor and Lucie’s bathroom, Mackenzie Hischier attempts to collect herself. The water runs ice cold from the faucet, hurting her hands as she puts them through the stream. She gulps down, not quite understand why she is panting. Everything about tonight was supposed to be innocent, but once David put his hand on the small of her back to encourage her into the elevator, the tone shifted. His touch ignited a burning hot wild fire in her core that exploded, consuming everything. 

They all ate together at McDonald’s. David helped keep Stella in line when Mack refused to let her play in the germ-infested play place. He went and charmed the counter worker for another pack of BBQ sauce after Stella dumped hers on the ground accidentally. He even got down on that dirty floor and cleaned up the mess, even though Mack insisted she could do it.

“You’re too beautiful to be cleanin’” He winked at her.

“Am I beautiful, Davey!?” Stella asked, patting his arm. He chuckled, that stupid, sweet noise that makes it hard for Mack to breathe, and told Stella she was as beautiful as the sunset on his farm in Iowa. 

Again, Mack felt the shift of the world beneath her feet. 

The quick walk back to the apartment was filled with Stella insisting on David AND Mack swinging her up every few steps. She squealed and laughed, bringing out a huge grin on David’s face.

“Stell, you’re my favorite little Ranger. Tell the others.” He insisted as he picked her up, maneuvering around a puddle she couldn’t find the courage to walk around. 

“You spoil her.” Mack scoffed lightly, shaking her head, but with a small smile on her face.

“Could spoil you too.” He winked as he walked into the apartment building. Mack closed her eyes, assaulted by the wind blowing his piney and fresh cologne into her face. She sighed, then followed behind the two. 

“Davey, we are gonna watch Up, yeah!?” 

“Well….” He trailed off, looking at Mack. “Sweets, as much as I would love that, it’s not really my night with you. It’s your aunties. I don’t want to take up all your time together.” Stella whipped her head at Mack.

“Auntie, please! Please! Please! Please!” Her bottom lip jutted out, then David did the same exaggerated pout at her. Mack’s dimples hurt from how hard she smiled back at them. 

How was she supposed to say no to them?

The rest of the night, Mack felt like a teenager. She made the three of them popcorn. The two adults had settled in on the couch before Stella bopped between them. David laid his arm across the back of the couch. Every so often, his fingers would brush her shoulder, testing the waters until eventually, they just stayed. From there, his fingers rolled along to the back of her neck where he started rubbing soft circles into her skin. As Stella was falling asleep with her feet in David’s lap and her head on Mack’s thigh, Mack was melting into David’s touch.

“She’s asleep.” David said to Mack, jolting her out where she was overthinking the night.

“Oh.” She cleared her throat. She sat up, away from his touch, but his fingers followed, gliding the backs of his knuckles over her spine. “I guess you can leave now.” Mack turned more to the left so his fingers drop off her back and instead fell next to her, behind Stella’s head on her thigh. 

“I guess I can.” He nodded, then looked down at Stella. “Should I take her to bed?” 

“Um, yeah. That would be great. I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

That cold water Mack was hoping to calm her down quickly lost it’s effect. She tries again, putting her wet palms on either side of her neck. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, then exhaling just as hard. 

“You’re fine. Stop being so… caught up.” She mutters to her reflection. Annoyance at herself pulls her eyebrows down over her brown eyes. She wipes her hands half-heartedly on the hand towel, then rips the door open. She expects to see David waiting for her in the hallway. But it’s empty. The whole apartment is quiet, except for the light wind of Stella’s air purifier that David must have turned on for her. 

Slowly, Mack creeps down the hallway, feeling the need to tip toe to not disturb the silence. Anticipating has pins piercing into her scalp. She comes to the main area and sees David standing, looking out the window with his back to her. She stops by the couch, staring at the back of his wide shoulders. Her fingers graze the leather as a holding spot. He turns, seeing her in the glass in front of him. Their eyes meet. Lust burns between them like a welcomed friend. Mack’s hands ball into fists by her hips. David cocks a “Whats it gonna be” eyebrow at her.

“Ugh.” She groans then rushes forward, collapsing fully into her lust. David grins, catching her effortlessly in his strong, farm arms. Her legs wrap around him, tightening her to his abdomen.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me, honey.” He whispers, then shoves his tongue into her mouth.

A hot and heavy make out session consumes them both. The temperature between their bodies sky rockets. Mack pants, licking his tongue as he walks them to the couch. He sits down on it, bringing her into his lap. She puts her hands on either side of his neck, tilting her face to get more of his mouth on hers. Thing tongues fight for control and possession of each other’s mouthes until they need air.

“Fuck.” She moans as he kisses along her jaw. 

“I need an answer. Are we doing this?” He mumbles. Mack shudders at the feeling of his facial hair tickling in the crook on her shoulder and neck. Between her thighs, she can feel his huge bulge pushing into her soaked heat. 

“Mmmm…” She inhales deeply, then arches her breasts into his chin. He pulls away, laughing at her blissed out look above him. 

“Is that a yes?”

“Just kiss me.” Mack mumbles, gripping his face again with both hands. She rises a bit on her knees, shoving her tongue until it is practically down his throat. David’s hands move from her hips to her ass. He presses her into his erection. Mack gasps. 

“You feel that baby? Been hard for you all week. Fucked my hand thinking of you the other night.” His intimate confession has a loud moan pushing from Mack’s mouth. He rolls her over his clothed cock again and Mack can feel the coil tighten inside her. He rolls her hips slower this time, torturous, over and over again as they make out like their 16 years olds, dry humping on her parents’ couch. Mack shudders, widening her thighs for him to press him deeper into her clit. “Show me how bad you want this cock in your wet pussy. Can feel how wet you are, honey. Need to feel you soon. Not gonna live if I don’t.” 

Mack does as he asks, taking control of her hips back from him. She unabashedly rocks into his thick cock, annoyed by the fabric of her leggings covering her desperate heat. David moves a hand to her stomach and lower back, pushing her up so he can get his hand under her shirt. He grips her breast over her bra, then folds the cup down, thumbing her nipple. Mack could come right there. Her head falls back, Then she gasps in surprise when he stills.

“What the-”

“Shhhh.” Davey coos. “I can hear Lucie’s laugh.” Mack pauses, hearing it too now.

“Fuck.” She mutters, falling off David onto the leather couch. She adjusts her shirt, then looks at him with unsure eyes. He stands, a massive erection extending the zipper on his jeans. She bites her lip, staring at it, then drags her gaze up to meet his with wide eyes. He grins back at her, seeing the curiosity and need shining in her brown orbs.

“Sorry to leave you alone but I’ve gotta take care of this in the bathroom.” He calmly walks down to the bathroom. Mack smoothes out her hair, then wipes her face off with the back of her hand. She can feel the scratchy irritation from his mustache rubbing against her skin. 

The apartment door bursts open and Mack’s anxiety eases. From her place on the couch, she can see the glassy eyes of her sister and brother-in-law. Their loaded with alcohol and likely won’t be asking too many questions.

“Mackie!!!!!” Lucie wails loudly. Mack cringes, glancing towards the hallway. Hopefully Stella stays asleep. Lucie stumbles towards her, then collapses onto Mack, pinning her into the couch. Mack’s heart pounds in her chest with how close Lucie looks at her face. “How was she?” Lucie asks, eyes slightly downturned, breath reeking of whiskey. 

“A true angel.” 

“Good.” Lucie mumbles, drunk smile on her lips. She looks down at Mack’s neck, eyebrows furrowing. “Whass dat?” She strokes a spot Mack can remember David’s teeth nibbling on moments ago.

“I scratched myself.” Mack says dumbly. Drunk Lucie doesn’t seem to notice.

“Mmm gotta be careful.” Lucie murmurs, putting her head on Mack’s chest. Connor comes to sit on the couch by their feet. Him and Mack make eye contract. He looks slightly more sober, but not much. 

“Leave.” He mouths at Mack. She purses her lips against a laugh. “Now.” He continues, then jerks his thumb towards the door. Mack looks down at Lucie, seeing her eyes closed as she sighs. Yeah, Mack should go. Connor has about ten minutes left of his wife before his chances of getting laid close. Mack moves to get up, but Lucie squishes her back down.

“No! We never snuggle anymore! Wanna snuggle with you.” Mack cringes at Connor. She is saved from further commentary by David coming out of the bathroom. Both Lucie and Connor turn towards the hallway. Neither of them expect David. 

“Hi mom and dad.” Mack glances down at his crotch, not seeing the huge problem that had gone into the bathroom with him. The thought of him touching himself to her has her getting hot again. She bites her lip when their eyes meet. Connor’s nose scrunches and he glances over at the two Hischier women.

“Ohhhhh! I forgot to tell you Mack was watching Stell!” Lucie starts to laugh. “Well at least you two didn’t kill each other in front of our daughter.”

“We thought about it tho.” Davey smiles, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Dude you didn’t have to stay. You could have left and did something else with your night.” Connor says around a yawn. 

“Mack insisted I stay.” David says. Both Connor and Lucie laugh in disbelief. Mack gives him a nervous look. He throws her a minuscule wink, one neither of the drunkies in the room see.

“No. More like Stella dragged him in here.” Mack responds, cupping her neck where she can feel her neck pulsing under his bite mark.

“Please give my condolences to Lio for moving out of favorite uncle status.” David laughs as he walks to where his jacket and shoes were tossed earlier.

“He would die.” Lucie murmurs, snuggling into Mack, cute little yawn stretching her lips “Thanks, Davey.” 

“Anytime, Luc.” He smiles. “You all have a good night.” He seemingly addresses the whole room, but his eyes stay on Mack.

Mack wants to follow him. She wants to run down the floors of this building until she gets to his with him, so she can peel away the layers of clothing between them and find out once and for all how it would feel to be touched by him. Instead, her older sister mumbles to her.

“Wanna watch Lion King?” It’s the most nostalgic movie for them.

“Sure.” Mack answers. Connor sighs dramatically. He broke up her fun; it’s only fair to return the favor.

“I’m going to bed.” He mumbles, patting Lucie’s ass. “Goodnight girls.” He calls lamely over his shoulder. 

It takes five minutes before Lucie falls asleep. Mack is up the entire time, even after the final credits roll. The Disney logo bounces around the screen as she replays the night in her mind like it’s her new favorite movie. She bites her lip, then rolls onto her side. 

Lucie had sat up long ago, curling into the other side of the couch, still fully clothed in her date night outfit, including her high heeled boots. Mack isn’t surprised to see Connor shuffle sleepily out, scooping her up and disappearing back down the hall. He hates sleeping without her. Mack smiles softly, watching as he cradles her close to him, then whispers another goodnight to Mack after verifying she is staying over. She nods to him. It’s too late for her to go home now. 

Mack is about to fall asleep when her phone illuminates in the dark room. She reaches for it, squinting at the bright screen as she reads. Every cell in her body stands to attention when she reads:

No more messing around, Mackncheese. I’m done being nice. You better give me an answer soon.

That a threat? Mack types back

Yeah.

What if my answer is no?

You’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what we could have been. Mack smiles at that. He should come off as so arrogant. Admittedly he would have a few weeks ago, yet he has a steady confidence she has secretly yearned for in a man.

And if my answer is yes? Her heart pounds as she watches his reply bubble pop up.

I’ll ruin you for anyone else.

Mack moans, covering her face with her hand. Then she peeps through her fingers so she can re-read his message. Her heartbeat swooshes in her ears, thinking about what she felt on the couch earlier. The all consuming desire that she didn’t even hesitate running full tilt towards. Lustfully, she wants to throw her caution to the wind. But deep in her gut, a terror runs free, whispering that he is too dangerous, too much for her. The things she feels for him are so strong. They have swayed abruptly from contempt to yearning. She can’t trust these feelings. It isn’t safe. 

Mack puts her phone down, laying her head back down on the pillow with a heavy sigh. She wraps her arms around herself, staring at the ceiling while gripping the sleeves of her sweatshirt.

Hold or leap? 

It seems so simple. 

Yet Mack can’t help but feel like she’s choosing for the rest of her life.

[ladylooch]

Apologies and Considerations [Mack X David]

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Before you enter, catch up on these blurbs: 1, 2, 3, 4

This happens the same night Mack apologizes to David at his game with a sign, while wearing his jersey and a bracelet with his name and number on it.

By the end of the game, glitter is all over Mack’s black jeans from David’s sign. It hangs in her left hand as she waits with Stella, Sophie and Lucie after the game. While running away has its appeal, Mack knows it isn’t right. She should talk to him. She wants to. Mack reaches out to Stella’s head resting on Lucie’s shoulder. She brushes back her wild, brown curls, appreciating how sweet Stella looks asleep. She was a wild animal during the game, but you wouldn’t know it now.

“Mackncheese, 14 looks as good on you as I thought it would.” David chirps from her left as he walks closer, glugging on some water. He is wearing a blue plaid suit with a white shirt and black, dress sneakers. His black hair is still slightly wet and strands fall onto his forehead from where he had pushed them back with his hand. Mack watches his approach, silent and nervous. He knows she is anxious, Mack can see it in the way he softens, becoming extremely approachable and gentle. Mack opens up the sign to him, biting her lip. “I saw that.” He smiles at her, then licks his lips. “But I, a bumfuck Iowa boy, only accept apologies over New York Style pizza.” 

“Oh.” Mack laughs, feeling herself blush. “Um… no pineapple right?”

“God, no.” He shakes his head at her. “Pepperoni?” He wonders.

“That I can do.”

“You free right now?” He asks, taking the sign from her. “I am gonna have to take this home and inspect your work though. You understand, right?” Mack is so relieved at how this is going. She relaxes completely, chuckling genuinely in agreement.

“I messed up the M. Don’t judge too hard.” 

“Maybe Stella did the M?”

“Stella did not help, so I don’t have her to blame that on. But Sophie did.” Mack shrugs, gesturing to her younger sister who is texting off to the side of the group.

“Sophie? Never heard of her.” David can’t even hold back his grin. 

“Stop.” Mack blushes.

“Come on. Let’s go.” He reaches for her wrist, tugging her closer to him. 

“Wait where?” Mack sputters.

“To Pizza. I’m starving and you look like you need a drink, at minimum. So let’s go.” Mack pauses, still not moving with him. “Unless you have other plans at 10:30pm?” He’s got her there. Her only plans were a detox face mask and a Netflix documentary about the ocean. “It’s either today or I pick you up at your place tomorrow at 7. We can’t keep going on estranged like this, Mackncheese. It’s too hard on poor Stella over there.” He points to the sleeping little girl. Mack looks over her shoulder at her sisters and her sleeping niece. Lucie gives her a pointed look like “finish fixing this”. 

“Now is.. Fine.” She shakes her head awkwardly. David laces their fingers together, then waves at the remaining Hischier girls. 

“Have a good night, ladies.”

“Bye Davey.” Lucie smirks. 

Mack follows behind David. Several staff members say goodbye to him as they head out, offering up encouragement from his game tonight. David takes it all in stride, not bothering to slow down for anybody except for the valet who holds his car keys in his hand. David hands over a few bills and pats the man on the back. 

“Shined er up for me eh?” David jokes as he opens up the passenger side door of a Black Land Rover. 

“The Davey special!” The valet responds. David laughs in response, then focuses his eyes back on Mack as she slides in.

“You good?” He double checks with her. She tucks her hair behind her ear apprehensively.

“Yeah.” The door shuts and Mack is engulfed in a moment of silence. She inhales the crisp, piney scent of his air freshener. His car is immaculately clean, not what she was expecting from him at all. She imagined muddy floors and empty water bottles and maybe crumbs everywhere or something equally obnoxious. None of that exists.

David slides into the driver’s side door, then immediately goes to adjust the heat. 

“Are you cold at all?”

“I’m comfortable.” She responds, carefully crossing her legs. David puts the car in drive and begins to pull forward. He stops so the door can be raised for him to leave.

“When we go out, there are going to be fans on your side.” David tells her. “The tint will cover most of your face, but you may want to put your hand up if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

“Oh.” Mack says, looking over at the dark tint of the passenger side window. “Okay.” He waits until she puts her hand up to block a majority of her face, then slides out of the rolled up door. He pushes the car fast through the group of fans lining the fencing, then peels out onto the street. 

“You should be good now.” He murmurs, adjusting the vents of air off him. That hand then rests on his thick thigh closest to Mack. Trying to be inconspicuous, she studies him whenever the car is moving. He is so relaxed as he winds his way through the traffic. He is constantly moving between the lanes, but not in a rushed way, in a confident driving way. It's... sexy, watching him be in such control while chaos flows around them.

“Do you have a place in mind?” Mack asks.

“Yeah.” He smiles. “I go here a lot after games.” He flicks his blinker on to turn right. “They, uh,” He pauses, looking over his shoulder to change lanes again. “Are a small shop open late. But their pizza is amazing, best sauce I’ve had in New York. And their beer is cold.” 

“What more could you want?” Mack laughs at his simple description.

But when she walks inside with him a few minutes later, she gets it. White and red checkered tablecloths are on the square tables. Each one has parmesan and red pepper along with rolled up silverware sets in cups. It is simple in the midst of a fancy, expensive town, like the man who Brough her here tonight. Mack looks over at David and smiles in appreciation. David grabs them a corner booth, opening his arm up for Mack to slide in first. He unbuttons his suit jacket, then sits on the other side.

“I don’t usually do this, but can I order for us?” He asks after they give their drink orders to the waitress. A Coors Light for him and a Watermelon High Noon for her. Mack, who hates when men order for her, considers. David awaits her answer in the same relaxed fashion he always does. Mack trusts him and nods. “Thank you. Are you allergic to anything?”

“No.” She says.

“I feel like if you had an allergy you would just squint at it and it would scurry it’s way out of your body. I’m sure illnesses do that too.” Mack rolls her eyes. 

“I’m mortal, same as you.” A low chuckle shakes David’s shoulders.

“Honey, not much about me and you is the same. I think that’s the problem here.”

Mack’s response is cut off by the waitress returning. David puts their order in- a pepperoni pizza with fresh basil. Mack was expecting something very extravagant with the way he wanted her to trust him. Her furrowed eyebrows indicate as much to David. He hold his glass up to her can in a cheers, after they drink, he explains.

“Life is about the simple things, Mack. They have great sauce, great crust, and a hell of a pepperoni. You don’t need anything else but those ingredients. It’s a flavor bomb in your mouth.” 

“That what you learned in bumfuck Iowa?” Mack asks. David chuckles. 

“Some of it. But a lot of that I learned moving here. A city of excess.”

“Yeah, I can see that. I don’t remember a ton of growing up in Jersey, but I certainly remember the pace was different in Switzerland.”

“Are you like Lucie? Do you identify yourself as American?” 

“No. I’m Swiss first. Lucie grew up a lot more here than I did. We had a three year age difference, but those three years were big differences development wise, especially when you move internationally.” David nods. 

“I can see that.” 

“Have you been?” Mack wonders, taking another sip of her drink.

“To Switzerland? No. Connor says I need to go though.”

“Yeah.” Mack murmurs. 

“So why are you here then?”

“A job. My dream one. I work for Travel + Leisure. But I don't consider this home. New York is just a place to live in between stories for me. I needed a home base and it made sense for it to be here with my dual citizenship. I went to college in Switzerland, but it’s hard to grow into who you want to be when you’re in the same hometown you grew up in.” David looks away but nods.

“Yeah, the same story following you around everywhere you go. All the same characters too."

“Mhm.” Mack nods. David brings his gaze back to her, trailing his green eyes up where her fingers rest on her drink, over her throat and lips before ending at her brown eyes. 

“I’m just a small town farm boy, Mack. I’m not some big city perv who wants to coerce your sister into some sinister place. There are bad people in this city, but I’m not one of them.”

“I know. I overreacted and said things I shouldn’t have. I’m very embarrassed by my behavior. I am sorry for what happened. I was out of line.” David continues to study her while his thumb brushes against the condensation on his glass.

“You’ve been doing this a lot.” He points out. “Jumping down my throat the second you can like my sole job on this planet is to annoy you.”

“Isn’t it?” She asks, raising her eyebrows. 

“No, only part of it.”

“Mmm, I see.” She smiles. He licks his lips, dropping his gaze to the table. A slow, tempest of a smile stretches across his lips.

“I think you and I could be really good together.” Mack's stomach bottoms out to the floor. Her heart starts to pound when his green eyes, full of lust, meet hers again. Mack’s lips part. A tingling awareness begins to consume her skin. “But if you’re not interested in that, let me know and we can stop this whole game.” 

“This has been a game?”

“Of course it has, Mack.” She notes the lack of a nickname for her. He is serious. “Don’t act like you haven’t been playing too.” 

“Not everything is a game, 14.”

“No, but with me and you it has been.” Mack doesn’t have a response for that. Is he wrong? She isn’t sure. She knows what it feels like from her perspective only and yeah, I guess some of it resembles a game- a dance, a twisting and turning race track that has a finish line she can’t see or understand. 

“I don’t need an answer from you right now. I know that isn’t your style. You want to go home and evaluate all the different angles and reasons for why we shouldn't, and that's fine. I accept that. But you should know that when I go all in, I never look back.” A shiver of pleasure bolts down Mack’s spine. “I’d take good care of you. Not because you need it, because lord knows you have everything handled for yourself, but because you deserve somewhere safe to fall to when you don’t wanna be tough anymore. I’ll be that place for you.” 

The waitress, with no understanding of the conversation, comes to set the pizza down between them. Mack is speechless, unable to even answer if she needs anything else to eat. David answers for them both. Mack’s eyes take in the deliciousness in front of her, then raises her eyes to David’s, something that is looking equally delicious. 

“So tell me about growing up in Switzerland. Did you go hiking all the time and eat fondue?” David changes the subject completely. Mack stares back at him, then takes the turn with him.

“Yes, every day and night. That is all we did. Hike and fondue.”

- - - 

In the car ride on the way back to her building, Mack is quiet, contemplating the earlier conversation with David. She hasn’t been able to think of much else since then. Mack isn’t sure what she wants and is extremely confused why she is even considering his proposal. She can’t stand him. At least she thought she couldn't? But then they talked tonight, really talked and connected. Where once there were completely different planets, now common ground exists. 

“Nice place.” He comments as the Land Rover pulls up outside her building. He puts the car in park.

“Yeah this is what daddy’s money gets you.” She shrugs as she takes off her seatbelt.

“I’m sure you do well for yourself. Your articles are always front and center.” Mack pauses with her hand on the door handle. 

“What?”

“Your articles. Isn’t being in the center good for a contributor?”

“Yeah, but how do you…”

“I read your stuff, Mack. Have read everything since before and after we met. I like your style. Your writing makes me believe I’ve been to where you have. That type of voice is special.” 

“Thank you.” Mack says genuinely. “I work really hard.”

“It shows.” He nods. “Can I walk you to the door?”

“I’d like that.” She says.

“Let me grab your door. My dad would be upset if I let you do it yourself.”

Mack sits inside, waiting for him to come around and grab her door. He offers her his hand. She gently places hers in his awaiting palm. His fingers grip hers firmly. He keeps them together even as he shuts the door after she exits. Their fingers lace through their spaces. Mack is astonished again at how comfortable this feels.

She looks down, noting the way their fingers fold together like familiar lovers. Her gaze works its way up his arm to his face where he is looking at her, watching, trying to read her like always. Mack looks forward again, feeling too vulnerable to give anything away. So much turmoil swirls beneath her skin. What has happened tonight? Nothing she expected. 

They climb the steps together, then Mack separates their hands. 

“I enjoyed our first date.” He tells her, hands stuffed in his pockets outside the door to her apartment building.

“This was not a date.”

‘It was a date. I drove. I ordered the food. I paid. I drove you home.”

“No.” Mack shakes her head. “We didn’t…” She trails off, eyes wide when she realizes where she was going with that.

“Oh? You are a kiss on the first date kind of girl?.” His big hands weave around her body over her jacket. He presses her into his body until every part of them touch. “We can fix that.” He whispers, then leans down to kiss her.

Mack feels the wind knock out of her chest when their lips touch. Her senses go into overdrive, then her body melts completely into him. Her hands grip his suit jacket, forearms separating her chest from his. His tongue glides along her bottom lip, then gently asks for entrance into her mouth. Mack opens for him and he begins to gorge on her, taking anything and everything she is willing to provide him.  Mack has never been kissed like this. It’s never been all consuming, losing the New York City street, or the feeling of snowflakes collecting in her hair, but with David Carlson it is. Nothing else exists but these two people, kissing on a city street. 

“Now it was a date.” David finishes when they pull apart for air. Mack is disoriented when their gazes meet. Her lips are puffy and swollen, upper lip irritated from his mustache. She has trouble focusing on anything but his mouth. David takes his opportunity and kisses her again. This time, his hands thread through her hair, tilting her face to get the angle he wants to plunge his tongue into her mouth. Their lips slurp and slide against each other. Someone moans and Mack can’t quite believe it, but she’s pretty sure it was her.

"I want my answer soon.” He murmurs as they pull away. His thumb drags her bottom lip down, exposing her teeth before letting it slide back into place. Mack’s heavy breathing swirls between their faces.

“What answer?” She asks him. 

“On if you wanna go in on this.”

“I don’t.”

“Bullshit. Think about it. I'll check in next week.” His thumb and pointer finger work her chin up. Then he kisses her softly, before stepping away completely. Mack shivers, then brings her fingers up to touch her lips. This man has turned everything about her upside down. Since when does she just fall into a man and slurp up every bit of their kiss? “Sweet dreams, Mack.” 

Mack stands there, outside of the door to her apartment building, for several long moments, blinking and attempting to ground herself back in the present. David’s Land Rover stays parked in its spot, blinker on, but not moving from the curb. Eventually, David rolls down the window and calls out to her.

“Mack, honey, can you go inside? So I can leave?” Mack nods compliently, then shuffles inside, thanking her door man on her way in. 

“Whew. He is something, Ms. Hischier. The way he kissed you was a scene right out of a movie. Your daddy would like him.” 

“This stays between you and me, Ron.” Mack practically begs her old, familiar door man.

“Yes ma’am. Your secret is safe with me.”

Great, now he’s a secret. Mack looks over her shoulder, watching David’s SUV merge into traffic. 

He said he wants to be her safe place, but everything about this feels unsafe to her.

[ladylooch]

I miss Mack and David

I can just imagine one of them having a really bad nightmare, like takes about a minute to ground themselves and register that they are okay once they've woken up. And the other being there to just hold them and cuddle back to sleep 🥹

A/N: This is sooooooo late. Like last season late. I am so sorry 😢

TW: farming accident, death, blood

Word Count: 900

Mack is watching her husband die. 

Right before her, the life is draining from his eyes from where he is pinned under the massive John Deere tractor in a field. Mack is screaming out as loud as she can, clutching his hand, begging for someone, anyone to come. She can hear the sirens of the firetrucks racing towards her, but deep in her soul, dread blooms, knowing they are going to arrive too late. She tries to swallow, choking on air as David attempts to squeeze her hand. His skin is so cold on hers, even in the middle of the unforgiving summer heat.

“Honey, help.” He gurgles. Mack can’t look at his face. She can’t see the blood trail down from the corner of his mouth due to widespread internal bleeding. All she can do is keep looking to the edge of the field, desperate to see someone running towards them, like they could get the tractor off him and tend to his injuries in time.

Mack wasn’t even supposed to come out for lunch today, but something told her she should. The picnic basket with their lunch is long gone, thrown into the field so she could run as fast as she could when she saw him pinned. She had fumbled her phone, sobbing so hard the 911 operator could barely get the farm address from her. 

Precious seconds she wasted because she isn’t capable of being strong while seeing the love of her life in such distress. Not like David can. She isn’t strong like him.

“Hold on.” Mack hears herself sob. She squeezes her eyes shut, rocking forward into the Iowa dirt, absorbing some of it in the tear tracks down her cheeks. She turns to look at him. His green eyes are dimmer, face twisted and full of discomfort until.. it gradually starts to relax. Mack panics, feeling the bile file her throat. He’s losing his light. “No, no, no, no. You can’t leave me!” She screams. “David! I can’t live without you!”

Then everything goes to black.

Then it fades to grey as the curtains across the room come into focus.

Deliriously, Mack shoots up. She touches the spot where David is supposed to be. When he isn’t there, and the sheets are too cold, she begins to shout for him. The faint whirling in the kitchen stops and heavy boots thump down the hallway. The bedroom door opens as Mack stands, hurling herself off the bed and into his arms. He catches her effortlessly.

“Honey, what’s going on? You okay?”

“No! Don’t go out today! Don’t go in the field! You’re going to die!”

“What?” David murmurs, confused.

“I saw it. It happened. You get crushed under the tractor and you die! In my arms!”

“Baby…” He murmurs quietly, concern pulling his brows together. 

“Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go. Please.” She begs, beginning to sob so hard she is hyperventilating.

Silently, David kicks his boots off. He carriers her in his arms to the bed, crawling back onto it with Mack clinging to him like a baby possum. She starts to weep more so out of relief- that he is listening and that the dream she had isn’t real. Because beneath her cheek his heart beats, strong and steady, full of life and health. His palm comes to her hair, holding her to his chest as he continuously breathes. His thumb brushes away a few of her wild tears as she hiccups painfully.

They lay like that for a while; Mack isn’t sure how long. 

But she is exhausted with drying tear streaks down her cheeks when he pulls away to look at her face.

“It was a dream.” He murmurs. “A really bad one. But only a dream.” She startles when he shifts.

“No, please, stay here.”

“I’m not going anywhere right now.” He assures her. Her fingers curl deeper into the opening of his flannel shirt. Her nails dig further into the hefty fabric to try and ground herself here with him. “But I do have to go into the field today.” He says regretfully. Mack freezes. “You can come with me? Keep me safe? No tractor today either so there is nothing to worry about there.” He combs her hair back, letting her consider. Finally, she nods. She can feel his smile on her forehead. “Good. It’s gonna be a few hours before I need to get out there. How about you get some more sleep and I’ll come in after you’re up to get you?” Mack sniffs, then nods.

“You won’t go without me?”

“No. Wouldn’t do that to you.” He kisses her lips. “Plus, spending the day with you will be much more fun than the boys.” His hand begins to rub long strokes vertically down her back. He knows this movement gets her back to sleep the quickest. He shifts her more to the side of him, preparing to be able to move out from under her when she falls back to sleep. 

Mack reaches up to hold his neck, stroking his grown out hair there. Her eye lids close, letting herself get lost in the smells, sounds and touches of her love. It soothes her racing heart and aching chest.

He is safe.

They’re okay. 

It was just a dream

And today she doesn’t have to know life without David Carlson. 

[ladylooch]

What is Mack's reaction to finding out she was busted cuddling with David? Xx

“Oh my god.” Mack moans, stumbling out of her dark bedroom and into the sunny, main area of her apartment. “Jesus take the wheel.” She cries, slapping a hand over her eyes. She squints to her kitchen counter, seeing David there, munching on some cereal. His mustache curls up with this lips joyfully when he sees her.

“Hi honey.” He says gently. “How you doing?”

“Shitty.” Mack moans. She is exhausted and feels like she has been run over by a damn garbage truck. Actually, she feels like garbage. Maybe the truck should have just picked her up instead of running her over.

“Think you could eat some soup? Get some nutrients into you?” He asks, standing up. He walks over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. He was getting nervous watching how shaky she was with each step. Mack leans into his strength, grateful for his help. She glances over at the mirror in her entry way, catching a glimpse of her appearance.

“Oh, fuck me.” She groans. She looks disgusting, like she smells similar to moldy cheese and BO. Then there is David, who looks like some he is about to be chiseled out of stone with his black sweatpants and shirtless chest. “You don’t have to stay.” She shakes her head.

“Ah, I know.” He chuckles, biting his lip as he gets her onto the couch. “But I’m not leaving.”

“Why?”

“Because this is the only place I wanna be.” He leans forward. Mack slaps her hand over her mouth.

“Don’t kiss me!” She mumbles around her fingers. His lips land on her forehead.

“Stop worrying. Just lay there and be useless so you can get better and be my sassy girl again.” He pats her leg. “I’m gonna heat up the soup Lucie brought.” 

“No.” Mack extends the word in shock.

“Yeah. She saw us in bed together.” He sighs, opening up the container from the fridge. He pours some in a microwaveable bowl, then puts it in for two minutes to start. 

“What did she say?” Mack whispers, eyes boring into him.

“Not much, but I wasn’t exactly inviting the conversation either.” He scratches at the under side of his jaw. He leans his palms on the counter top, staring at her. “She asked what we were.” Mack’s eyes slide away. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, so I didn’t give her an answer.” Mack’s eyebrows furrow. 

“What you thought?”

“That you aren’t ready for a label.” 

“I’m not?” She asks. “You want me to be your girlfriend?” Her tone is doubtful. David stares at her. 

“I think I’ve made that pretty obvious, Mack.” She tucks her bottom lip into her mouth, looking away.  “But if you wanna keep doing this, I’m fine with that too. I’m not in a rush, buttercup.” He turns back to the microwave, stirring the soup around then giving it a taste test. “Another minute.” He tells her. Mack turns away from him, curling her legs up beneath her.

David Carlson’s girlfriend… Mackenzie Hischier… officially dating a New York Ranger. Mack licks her lips, wanting to ignore the parts of her that long for and are giddy about that idea. She wasn’t looking for this. She didn’t want it either. It became this because David is… David. 

“It’s hot, baby.” The man in question says as he rounds the couch. Mack watches him move a coaster to rest her bowl on. 

“Thank you.” She murmurs. “For last night too. I was in a bad place.” 

“You were. I’m glad I came over.” He brushes her wild hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His thumb strokes across her red and inflamed skin, irritated from her feverish sweats last night. Mack stares at him, drawing her eyes over the features of this man she has come to care so much for. They have great chemistry. It is so much more than just sexual too. She feels like he knows her heart and soul, and does what he can to keep them both safe. Mack opens her mouth to speak, to tell him that she wants to be his girlfriend too. 

“Yes you can be my girlfriend..” He cuts her off while grinning at her. Mack furrows her eyebrows, mouth dropped open in awe.

“How do you know?” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. He stops her from falling back and away from him in exasperation. He leans down, capturing her lips in his. He inhales her mouth until her lips are puffy and swollen, her nose and upper lip raw from his mustache. 

“Because I do.” 

Mack grabs his shirt, fisting it in her hand to keep him close. She scoots back onto the couch, weakly attempting to pull him down. David obliges, settling a knee between her legs, then easing her all the way back until she is laying on the couch. 

“Honey. You need to eat your soup.” 

“I wanna make out with my boyfriend first.” David chuckles. 

“You’re so obsessed with me.” He teases. His tongue thrusts into her mouth, not letting her respond with words.

Her strangled, blissful moan tells them both all they need to know.

[ladylooch]

Take What You Need - [Mack X David]

A/N: Idk if you all are ready. But here we are. I would like to thank Starbucks for their gracious hosting of me while my internet tried to cockblock Mack and David harder than Lucie and Con. And I would like to thank my vanilla oat milk latte for helping me power through. Also, I can’t post this without thanking the bestest of the besties @casualhilarity. I’d be lost in this world without you 😭 This one is for you!

Enjoy 6.7k words of Mackenzie Hischier and David Carlson finally giving in.

Mack’s eye open as the wheels of the Airbus A340-300 slap down on the tarmac at JFK. The roar from the massive plane breaking on the asphalt roars through her audiobook as she blinks away her dreamless sleep. 

“On behalf of our flight crew at Swiss Air, we are excited to be the first ones to welcome you to New York City…”

Mack stretches her neck, looking over at the woman next to her, still engrossed with her book. To the left, Mack can see the skyline outlining the metropolis she calls home for now. Her eyes scan over the buildings as she bites her lip.

Good to be home, she murmurs internally. 

Good to be back in the place she went running from two weeks ago. 

14 days ago to the day, she laid awake at Lucie’s unable to stop thinking about the mustached man tucked away in his apartment. She kept tossing and turning, trying to decide what she wanted to do with David Carlson and his insistent proposition. When no clear decision came to her, Mack did what she does best and dove into work. An opportunity had been in her inbox in the morning and she jumped to take it. It just happened to be in Switzerland. Perplexingly, Mack hasn’t heard from David since that night either. No cheeky texts. No general inquires. Nothing. Not even when she has been missing from Stella’s dance recital. Mack had talked to Lucie a few days ago, but she didn’t bring up David or if he was asking about her either. 

Fine. She didn’t care anyway. I guess that tells her more about her answer than any forced proximity or space would. She isn’t interested. Next time she sees him, her answer will be a firm and resounding no.

“Ms. Hischier, always a joy to have you on board.” One of the pilots, Bruno, nods in greeting when Mack gets to the plane door. “We hope to see you again soon on Swiss Air.” This personal treatment always happens on this airline, dating back to when she was a kid and her dad had a partnership deal with them. She remembers getting a pair of clip on wings every flight to and from Switzerland while hanging from her mom’s hand. 

“I’m sure you will.” She jokes. “Thanks for the smooth flight.” 

Mack turns out of the plane, ready to begin her long journey home. She glides through customs easily with her global entry and dual citizenship, thanks mom and dad, then rushes to grab her bag from the baggage carousel. When she finds the sleek black case, she hoists it off. With the wheels spinning next to her, she hails a cab, then nestles in for her ride home. She tips the driver, then smiles at Ron, her doorman, coming down the stairs to open the door for her.

“Back sooner than usual, Ms. Hischier.” Ron greets her.

“Work trip, so not much family time.” She is more than capable of carrying her bag up the stairs, but every time he insists for her. He grabs the door, twirling the handle of her suitcase back to her.

“You should stop by the desk before you head up. There is a delivery for you.” The delivery in question is visible from the door. A beautiful vase of hydrangeas, roses and lilies in various shades of pink has a card peaking out from the top. She knows who they are from before she even reads the note. 

Sorry we missed you, Mackie! Hope these brighten your other home for you. We love you! 

See you next month. Love, Mom and Dad.

Mack smiles, snapping a picture and sending it off to the two people she didn’t get to see when she was home. Her parents had a pre-scheduled Mediterranean vacation. They tried to come home early when they heard she was in Switzerland. Mack had thrown a fit, insisting they couldn’t possibly change plans because of her. Her parents rarely get time away from Switzerland. The would surly be in New York again soon to visit. She would see them, apparently, in a month.

Tiredly, Mack goes upstairs, unlocking her apartment and falling into bed face down. She curls into her pillow, the sheets she washed before she left. She knows she should get up, not give in to the sleep whispering seductively in her brain, but she can’t help it. Her bed is too welcoming. She falls asleep curled into a comma on top of her comforter. it is dark outside when she wakes up.

“Shit.” She moans to herself, smacking her face with her palm. She is going to be up all night. She grabs her phone, scanning through her texts. There is one from her parents, a picture of them drinking umbrella drinks on a rooftop overlooking the sea. The others are from her older sister, asking if she is still coming over for dinner tonight.

I hate when you do this 🙄 Tacos are at 6. Let me know if you aren’t coming so I don’t worry.

Sorry, I fell asleep. I’m on my way.

It’s 5:38. She should be able to make it on time for dinner.

When Mack walks out of the elevator on Connor and Lucie’s floor, her heart begins to pound excitedly at the person standing outside of their door. Stella Wood is wrapped around David’s leg, begging him not to go. All the pretending that Mack doesn’t want the man in front of her evaporates. As if she hasn’t been gone for two weeks, Mack’s internal turmoil begins to churn where it left off. She longs to touch him even with the knowledge that they can’t be so forward about such things in front of present company. If they were alone, she would run her fingers through his black hair and lean in slightly to kiss him, knowing he would go most of the way to her anyway.

“Stelly, I gotta. I’m meeting a friend.” David pats the young girl’s hair lovingly with his palm.

“You’re so secretive about this friend.” Connor jokes as Mack gets closer. Her stomach tightens then swirls. The recklessness of such a reaction has Mack’s steps faltering. Friend? What friend. David and Connor glance over to Mack as they hear her footsteps swipe along the carpet. David grins at her, making Mack’s chest even tighter.

“Welcome home.” David murmurs as she comes to a stop to his right. He looks so handsome and sexy. He is dressed in a pair of nice, worn in jeans. There is a bulge in his back pocket where his wallet rests. A dark wool coat drapes over his big shoulders while underneath is a waffled, cream sweater. On his feet brown dress boots are tied tightly, looking new and rarely worn.

“Thanks.” 

“You fell asleep?” Connor asks.

“Yeah.”

“You’re fucked.”

“Yeah, I know. I travel internationally more than you, bud.” She pats Connor’s arm as she walks between the boys and into the apartment. Mack withstands the urge to inhale David’s scent as she does.

“That is why she is my least favorite sister in law.” Connor jokes to David.

“Ha-ha.” Mack shoves Connor’s ass with her Ugg boot. 

“So who is this friend?” Connor asks David again, clearly not wanting to let it go. Mack glances at David who is staring beyond his teammate at her.

“Just someone from home.” He says. He licks his lips, then pulls his gaze off Mack as she walks away to say hi to her niece. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, David! Keep my husband in line on the road!” Lucie yells from the kitchen.

“Luc, I don’t think you know what you ask of me.” David calls back to her.

“Dude.” Connor snaps, slapping David’s stomach. “Tell her the truth.”

“He is lame as hell.” David confirms.

“Yeah, baby, I’m lame as hell.” Connor repeats.

“I’m sure you are.” Lucie nods. David tosses another wave to the group then leaves. Slight disappointment, scratches at Mack’s eyes. “Hi Mackie.” Lucie opens her arms for her sister. Mack curls into her, wanting to lay on her shoulder for a minute. “Oh, she so sleepy. Did you miss mom and dad on your trip? Apparently they are in Greece?” Lucie pets her hair for a moment.

“Yeah, I missed them by a day.”

“Mack.” Lucie rolls her eyes. “You could have stayed another day to say hi.”

“I could have.” Mack nods, reaching into the shredded cheese bowl and grabbing a pinch to eat. “But I know they’ll be here soon anyway. Apparently in a month?”

“You and I are not the same.”

“Nope.” Mack sighs. “Do you need help?”

“Can you bring all the toppings to the table?” Mack nods. “Stell, please go wash your hands. Bring your daddy too!” 

The rest of the night is spent munching on tacos, talking about Mack’s travel, and Connor’s upcoming road trip. Then they each have a homemade cookie, ice cream sandwich, with sprinkles wrapped around the ice cream filling. Lucie made them and wants everyone’s honest feedback. They all agree, even picky Stella, they are a 10! 

“Is David back from his date yet? He should come try one.”

“He says it wasn’t a date.” Connor shrugs.

“Then why is he so weird about who it was with?”

“I don’t know. He is kinda weird about his Iowa life.” Connor mumbles. “Probably because big city women don’t get it.” 

“I apologized.” Mack snips. 

“He really appreciated it.” Connor says sincerely. Mack knows that. She can still feel his lips on hers weeks later. “I’ll text him babe.” Connor says to Lucie. “What do you want to watch?”

“You two pick. I’m going to get Stell ready for bed.”

Mack takes the remote from Connor, who seems more interested in watching reels to pick an actual movie or show to watch. A knock sounds at the door as she is reading the summary of a documentary on the Ocean.

“No, I don’t wanna learn.” Connor instantly nixes what is on the screen as he stands up.

“You’ve never learned a thing in your life.” Mack snorts. Connor opens the door. 

“See.. this… right here, Mack.” He snaps her fingers to get her attention. She looks over her shoulder, then startles a bit at seeing David with a 12 pack of Modelo. “This is a good friend.”

“Cause he brings beer?” Mack laughs. “Your standards are impossibly low, Wood.” 

“And yet I bagged your sister.”

“Yes, because her standards are impossibly low.” 

“Says the girl no one is good enough for.” David murmurs, then drops a bottle of beer over her right shoulder. 

“I need a bottle opener.” David takes the bottle back, cracks the top open with the ring on his right hand, then hands it back to her. “Here, princess.” He is in a mood. Mack furrows her eyebrows, watching as he plops down on the couch next to her. He tips the bottle back, glugging down half of it.

“Dude, what is up?” Connor asks, sensing the angst in his teammate like Mack.

“Dinner didn’t go well.” 

“She wouldn’t come back to your place?” Connor moves into the kitchen with the rest of the beer.

“It wasn’t with a she.” David rolls his eyes. “It was with my shithead brother.”

“Which one?”

“Exactly.” David scoffs, slumping down more on the couch. He widens his thighs farther apart, jiggling his left foot anxiously. Connor continues to put beer away in the fridge. Mack observes David’s down posture, hating the way he looks so frustrated and deflated. 

“What happened?” She asks quietly to David. He turns to look at her. His eyes scour over her face, almost like he is trying to decide if he trusts her. Then he sighs and looks away.

“He asked me for money. And a lawyer. That’s all he ever wants from me.” He mutters, shaking his head again. Mack remembers her conversation with Lucie in the bathroom before the mentor’s trip. How his brothers both have significant issues and use David for what they want.

“I’m sorry.” She says sincerely, a deep frown pulling her mouth down. He looks over at her again, licking his lips. Lucie calls Connor from Stella’s room. Mack and David are quiet as he goes to join his girls down the hall.

“You go to Switzerland to get out of giving me an answer?” David immediately changes the subject when Connor is gone.

“No.” She answers anxiously. Neither of them are convinced.

“Blink if it’s yes.” He grins at her.

“Oh shut up.” She rolls her eyes, pushing his thigh with her foot. He captures it in his hand, holding it hostage. His fingers on her has her heartbeat pounding in her ribs. So much for firmly saying no to this man. God, what is happening to her? 

“Don’t blink, baby.” His voice lowers, getting husky around the edges as he devours her with his eyes. That’s what is happening to her. His pull is too strong for her to overcome. Mack’s lashes flutter from the heat and need she instantly feels building in her core 

“Mackncheeeee.” He sing-songs, holding the vowel at the end of her nickname. He leans over and nips right behind her ear. 

“Oh my god.” She startles, then shoves him back into his spot. They both notice how her fingers stay curled into his cream sweater, like she can’t decide if she wants him to stay there or pull him back over to her. One by one, she releases them, then puts her hand on her own chest.

“I’m going to make an excuse to leave and go back to my place. Meet me down there.” He reaches out, cupping her cheek. Mack turns into his touch. This lingering decision cannot be put off any more. Her eyes hesitantly reach his. He wants her. His green eyes burn with liquified fire for her. Mack chews her bottom lip as David finish his beer, then stands. He tosses his bottle in the recycling bin, then goes down to say goodbye to Connor and Lucie. He goes back to the freezer, grabbing an ice cream sandwich that Mack is sure Lucie insisted he needed to take.

He comes into the living room again, stroking along Mack’s cheek before he teases her lips with his. His thumb traces down the center of her throat as their eyes stare. Then, without any confirmation that she is coming, David leaves. Mack’s whole body stays still. She tentatively breathes, mind running a million miles an hour. She closes her eyes, swallowing hard, then opens them when Lucie and Connor come down the hall together. 

“What are we watching?” Her sister wonders.

“Um, I actually have to go.”

“Oh, are you okay?” Lucie asks. Mack nods her head.

“Do you need some water or-”

“No. I just need to go.” Mack insists, standing up.

“Are you okay to go by yourself? Connor, walk her-“

“No. I’m good.” Mack nods, then gives a faint smile. 

After rushed goodbyes, Mack’s back hits the steel of the elevator. The box descends. She waits for the door to open on David’s floor. She pauses in the doorway, licking her lips, so nervous for what she is about to do. Then she shakes her head, turning to the left, walking down to the one with the 4 numbers of his unit beside it. She stares at the grey door, imagining him tucked behind it, waiting for her. A shiver of pleasure zig-zags from her scalp to her toes. She raises her hand and knocks. His soft footsteps come closer to the door. She looks down at her boots. The lock flips. She raises her gaze and meets his head on. 

David slowly opens the door, then leans his shoulder against it. He cocks an eyebrow at Mack. 

Leap! Her need roars. So she does.

“Yes.” She whispers. His second eyebrow dashes up, his mouth drops a little open. 

“Say it again.” He demands.

“Yes.” Mack says more forcefully, then she stuffs the last remaining shred of doubt down deep into her stomach for another time.

Mack shoves David back into his apartment with two palms on his chest. David barely gets the door shut behind her, their mouths attacking each other. As she pushes him farther back, he wraps his arms around her. Mack places his back against the opposite wall, near his living room. She loosens her grip now that she has the leverage of the wall.  David takes advantage of the opportunity to twirl her, then pin her against the wall with his hips. 

His hands slide down to grab her wrists, bringing them up by her head and pinning them there. She moans into his mouth. He loosens his grip in response, moving his hands around her waist again to eagerly pull her flush against him. She brings her hands to his hair and shoulder. His hands glide from her waist to connect with the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up. Mack clings to him like she did a few weeks ago, unable to get close enough to his heat.

They roll down the hallway to, presumably, his bedroom. Mack has never been here and as much as she wants to look around, she wants him to fuck her more. She reaches down, between their abdomens, rolling her hips back so it will fit. His hands on her ass dig in, wanting to keep her close. He lowers her a bit, letting the apex of her thighs hit the hard erection she was working towards. Mack shudders at how large he feels. She knows, without even seeing it, he will be the biggest she has ever had. David must sense her hesitation.

“I’ll make it good, honey. I know how to use it.” He murmurs. His tone is the sexiest and sweetest elixir of temptation. 

Into his bedroom, David strides. Mack pulls back from him, looking down at his face. He smiles at her. She smiles back, then purses her lips, feeling excited flutters assault the walls of her stomach. His palms let her legs slide down until her feet touch the floor again. She steps to the left, he turns to follow her, his back towards the bed. She forces him down, standing triumphantly between his spread thighs. Teasingly, she pulls her shirt up over her head, leaving her in the lace bralette she put on just in case. David’s green eyes feast on her as she loses that too. It falls to the floor. She pauses, nodding at him to take something off. He sheds his sweater fast, exposing an incredible body, taut from hockey and farming. Fuck, he is so hot. It makes Mack’s brain dizzy and her pussy clench around a frustrating emptiness.

David’s fingers wander to the belt on his jeans, opening it up. He pops the button and zipper down too, almost looking relieved to not have his dick confined so tightly anymore. He lifts his hips, working them to his ankles. Mack leans forward, putting a palm on his abdomen, scraping her nails down the hard ridges until she gets to the Calvin Klein waistband. Her fingers grip the white elastic, then tug. She watches with glittering eyes as his cock springs free. She inhales heavily. David watches her with such intensity, like he can know every thought of hers if he doesn't take his eyes off her face. She bites her lip, swarming butterflies filling her stomach with anticipation of having him buried deep inside of her soaked core. Her pussy flutters again then she backs up as David sits up. He presses his mouth to her abdomen.

“Wanna see you.” He murmurs, grabbing the waistband of her leggings and tugging down. He brings her panties with, practically sneering at the wet trail down Mack’s thighs from how drenched she is. “So wet for me.” He mumbles. “Been wondering how you taste here.” 

His fingers slide through insistently, confidently, like he’s been there hundreds of times. Mack can’t help but wondering if he has in his mind. All the times he touched himself to the thought of her. She spreads her thighs wider, swaying forward when he rolls her clit once. David’s hand goes around to her back and he forces her more forward until she falls. Her palms hit the bed, catching her momentum as he explores her folds with his more dominant hand.

His fingers play with her slickness, gathering more from her entrance and spreading it against her clit. Mack moans urgently. David grabs the back of her thigh, then glides his fingers down to her knee, lifting. He maneuvers out from between her legs, then gets on his knees behind her. Mack’s eyebrows furrow, she is about to ask him where he is going with this when she feels his mouth against her folds. She jolts forward. He brings a hand up to her hip to steady her. Mack arches into his tongue swimming through her folds, on it’s way to her clit.

“Holy.” Mack squeaks. This is far from Mack’s first time, but the way he sucks her clit brings new sensations to her core. She falls a bit more forward, gripping the sheets in front of her. “Oh…” She says again. She starts saying words before she even has time to think of them, completely uninhibited squeals streaming from her lips. 

David devours her pussy like it’s his favorite meal and he’s been starved for days. His tongue does a majority or the stroking and building. Then he goes in for the kill, sucking her sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling and prodding, until Mack’s legs and arms start to shake. She comes hard, wetness dripping down from her entrance and collecting on his chin. In thirty seconds, he has ripped her first orgasm from deep in her core. 

Mack blinks rapidly, trying to catch her breath. She looks down at her hands fisting the comforter, trying to release them but she can’t. That’s when she realizes she is still coming. She jolts against his face again. His nose bumps her clit as he kisses his way out from between her thighs.

Once will not be enough with him. Any hope of that is dashed.

“You taste so good for me.” He murmurs. “Sweet and desperate. You been desperate for me, Mack?” She swallows hard, closing her eyes and nodding. “Never thought I’d see you speechless.”

“I-I- Oh.” She finished with a profound moan as he glides a finger into her entrance. She clenches around it desperately. 

“Need me so bad, huh, honey? Need this cock to split you open?” His filthy words have her collapsing forward, losing the battle of staying upright. David taps her hip. “Lay on your back.” Mack rolls compliantly. He climbs onto the bed beside her, long hard cock bouncing with each of his movements. Mack reaches for it.

“Not yet. Trust me.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss her. She can taste herself on him, melting into the bed as he swipes along her right nipple. His lips coast along hers, dropping lazy and wet smooches. Mack moans loudly as his fingers glide over her soaked folds, rolling her clit gently, careful not to overstimulate her, then fills her entrance with them. “Those skinny Swiss boys you hook up with make you feel like this? Heard that’s your type.”

“No.” Mack chokes.

“Didn’t think so. You need to be fucked by a real man.” He lays on his side next to her, playing between her legs like he has all day to pleasure her. “Didn’t think I could take care of you?” He stuffs a third finger in. Mack gasps, feeling the stretch. “This is how big I am.” He coos to her. Mack gets wetter, they both feel it. He grins, kissing her neck. “My needy girl. Show me you can take this cock.” He begins thrusting harder into her. Mack’s hips shift up, searching for more. He stretches his fingers, then curls the pad of his middle one up to circle her velvet button.

“C-close, Davi-d…”

“Yeah you fucking are. Let go for me, honey.” Mack’s whole body tenses, legs shaking violently on his sheets.

“Oh fuck.” Mack groans, jolting forward as a second, harder orgasm grips her. She turns on her hip towards David, thrusting down onto his hand. Her thigh hits his hip. He pulls her close. She can feel his dick against her other leg as she shakes. Her whole body seems to grip his fingers, pulling them deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Use me. Take what you need.” Mack groans as she goes limp when her orgasm completely releases. Her limbs have turned to gelatin. She no longer can speak, barely breathing, and he hasn’t even put himself inside of her yet. While Mack recovers, David kisses along her face for a few more moments, taking the limited breath she is capable of breathing right now. Then he rolls away from her. Mack closes her eyes, trying to refocus. 

David reaches to his bedside table. He grabs a foiled condom, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it down his shaft. Mack watches, lip folded between her teeth. He didn’t even ask. He just did it out of respect for her, not putting her in the awkward position to say yes and then watch how disappointed he is at her answer. At least in her previous experience.

“Ready for one last ride, baby?”

“Wha-?”

Suddenly, David has her on top of him. She looks down anxiously, feeling how unsteady her legs and core already are. Her muscles still shake. There is no way she has the strength for this. 

“David, I can’t…” 

“Shhhhh baby, you think I’m gonna make you work now?” He chuckles lowly at her confusion, plants his feet flat on the mattress and grips her hips in both hands, “I got you baby.”

He glides her carefully down his cock. The stretch is a pinch, even with his fingers preparing her, it stings for a few moments. He rocks her forward and back, getting her comfortable, watching her face. Her moan croaks from her chest when the pinch turns to raw pleasure. Mack jolts forward as David thrusts up into her, hands scrabbling on his chest to hold herself up as he fucks deep up inside her, hitting her spot with every thrust.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh.” Mack hears herself moaning. “Oh fuck. Oh mygOD.” She cries out. “Don’t stop.” She bites down hard on his shoulder. David moans loudly at the pain.

“Feel so fucking good for me, Mackenzie. Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you? You like big cock, huh?”

“Yes! Yes!” Mack yells back. “David, I’m… oh shit…” Mack feels the creamy release of the most intense orgasm of her life slide down his latex wrapped shaft, collecting on his balls and making a mess between her thighs. David enjoys the feeling of her coming undone on his cock. She clenches down tighter. This spurs him on more as his jerky thrusts chase his own white hot release. He falls into it seconds later, turning his face into her hair, moaning her name desperately, holding her to him like she’s his only tie to this planet.

David reaches around Mack’s spent body. He grips the latex at the bottom of his shaft, then gently eases out of her. Mack whimpers at how empty she feels without him, pressing her face deeper into his neck. His head and shoulder lean down as an attempt to hug her head.

“You okay, pretty girl?” Mack nods, then kisses his throat. He hums in appreciation of her gesture. “I’m going to take care of this okay?”

“No. Not yet.” She whispers.

The second his skin moves from hers, reality is going to begin to descend- what they just did, how he made her feel, the things they said to each other. It’s going to be a cold bath of the truth Mack isn’t ready. She wants to stay here for hours until she can memorize every part of what they just experienced. David kisses her forehead, feathering his fingers over her spine.

This continues for several more minutes of quiet contentment. Then, when the reality of a leaking mess is close, he moves her to the side, off his chest. His hand runs the length of her body. After, he struts to the bathroom, holding the latex tight to his softening form.

Mack rolls to her back, trying to put words to what she feels. Before this moment, sex had always been so transactional. You help me, I help you. We feel someone else’s touch besides our own and go our separate ways. Never has it felt like that. She never craved sex before. She liked it, had fun plenty of times, but it was never an all consuming fuckfest focused on her pleasure.

Mack hears the shower turn on in the adjoining bathroom. Apparently he is a shower after sex kinda guy. For some reason, that really bothers Mack. She wants to go home smelling like him and he can’t wait to wash her off? She sits up, glancing around for her clothes. She avoids David’s gaze as he comes out of the bathroom. She is trying to decide how to get off the bed without smearing what is on her thighs across the sheets when David comes over, holding a hand out to her. She takes it and he pulls her up, putting an arm under her knees. He carries her into the bathroom then delicately puts her feet on the bath rug. He lets her test her weight on her legs. They both see how she is basically Ariel coming out of the sea for the first time, so he keeps an arm wrapped around her waist as he test the temperature of the water.

For once, Mack and David are quiet within each other’s presence. David washes her hair and skin, sudsing her up with no hidden agenda, taking care of her worn out body. She holds onto his back or hip or stomach the entire time, needing to be close to him as he attentively loves on her body. When they are both clean, David pulls her into his chest, turning so her back is hitting the steam, but her face remains out. He presses his mouth to the top of her head, swaying them gently. Mack could fall asleep right here with him in this warm and comfortable cocoon. 

“Done?” He murmurs a few moments later. Mack nods. They step out together. David wraps her up in a fluffy towel. “I don’t really… have any um, lotion or anything?” He says, but brings out what he does. She sees CeraVe daily moisturizer and figures that is enough for now. He watches her smooth it out on her cheeks. She holds up some extra on her fingers. 

“You need some?” 

“Mhm.” He murmurs, presenting his face at her. While she works it over his skin, he makes funny faces at her. She chuckles. His eyes are closed, so he uses her hips as a steadying anchor for him. 

“All done.” She tells him, rubbing the rest into her hands. 

“Am I as pretty as you now?” Mack blushes. 

“Close.” David nibbles at his mustache as he looks at her intently. Mack looks away, seeing so many emotions and words that it is too early to talk about. They walk together into his bedroom. Mack glances at her clothes again, then walks over to where her shirt is. 

“Don’t you dare. We sleep naked in this house.” The question hangs in the air. Is she staying? Or is she going? To both of their surprise, Mack drops the towel and gets back into the sheets they ruined earlier in the evening. David slides in next to her and without hesitation, pulls her into his arms. “Are you comfortable?” He asks her.

“I usually sleep on my right side.” She is currently on her left. She didn’t want to turn her back to him immediately, feeling that was rude. He lifts the covers so she can roll. She does, then nuzzles her bare backside into his bare front. She closes her eyes, feeling his cock stir against her still puffy lips. She is going to be sore in the morning.

David holds her tight to his chest. Mack trails her nails over his forearm, feeling the heaviness of her eyes. She thought she would be up all night. 

Luckily, David found the solution to her jet-lag.

- - - 

In her dream, Mack is wrapped up in a cozy blanket at her parents cabin in the Swiss mountains. The fireplace pops in front of her as she wiggles her way deeper into the warmth of the fluff. A bit of sweat is forming at her hairline, but the comfortable feeling outweighs everything else. Someone is under the blanket with her. She can’t tell who in her dream, but his light breathing tickles her hair as she looks out at the falling snow. 

Her eyes suddenly get lighter and pop open. Gone is the Swiss snow and in its place is a room she has never seen before. Was this the dream instead? She inhales, then stiffens in the heavy arms wrapped under and around her. What the-

“Don’t get weird on me, Hischier.” David mumbles sleepily behind her. The rush of memories crash into her. Their lips and the desperation and the steamy connection. Mack gets warm instantly, inhaling heavily, but relaxes into his body. She brings her arm out of the covers, hoping to release some of the furnace under the blankets with them. Damn, he is burning hot behind her.

He runs his finger tips along her arm, easing forward to kiss her shoulder. Mack sighs, pressing her hips back into his. She can feel his solid length pressing into her cheeks, then the awareness of a dull ache between her legs. Despite that, her nipples tighten as David continues to gently stroke her skin. Her hips instinctively press back into him more, giving David all the approvals for a playful morning.

From her arm, his fingers glide across her chest, playing with each nipple until they are aching point, sending pleasureful need to her throbbing clit. His fingers work their way there soon. Mack spreads her legs eagerly for him, pressing down into his touch.

“You like helping.” He mumbles gruffly. His rough voice coated in sleep makes her wetter. She loves the idea of being the first thing he has in the morning.

David’s fingers continue their lazy wander, working her up. He alternates between thumbing her nipples and rolling her clit with two fingers. Then he does both, catching Mack’s head on his shoulder as she moans.

“Needed a real man to touch you, hmm? Never felt like this before have you? Practically coming the second I touch you.” She nods. Then he moves south, the pain of his finger tip circling her sore entrance is too much for her to work though.

“I-I’m too sore for that.” She murmurs regretfully. He backs off immediately.

“S’okay, honey. You’ll get used to me.” He kisses her neck softly. His fingers glide up her slickness to rest against her clit again. “This okay?” He asks. She nods eagerly. He rolls the pads over her, taking his time so he can memorize every curve and place that makes Mack press harder against his firm cock. He settles himself slightly between her cheeks, then rubs her to her morning bliss. She comes with a soft cry of his name, so much gentler than last night. He finishes her off with a kiss on the back of her neck. Her eyes are closed, but she brings her hand around to his hip, holding him while she recovers.

Mack feels more than hears David get out of bed. She turns, surprised.

“As much as I want to do that about three more times, I’ve gotta get going.” He tells her questioning look. He walks into the bathroom, shutting the door. When he comes back, Mack is waiting for an answer, blanket tucked under her arm pits. “I’m heading to practice, then we are heading on the road immediately after.”

“Oh. Yeah.” She remembers. She lays back into her pillow, yawning.

“You even do that cute.” He chuckles. Mack smiles at him, but has to roll her eyes too. Now he’s just sucking up.

Mack watches him get ready, stuffing down the disappointment she feels at him disappearing from New York for a few days. She wants to ask him when he will be back, but she doesn’t want to appear desperate. Well, any more than she already has in the past 12 hours. After putting a suit on, he goes back into the bathroom then emerges with a travel bag. He tosses it into the duffle bag on a chair by the door, then zips it up. Mack can see the LV on the black leather from here. It surprises her. She wouldn’t pick David for a designer kind of guy. 

He comes over to her side of the bed, putting his palms on either side of her to lock her in place. She drinks him in, admiring the complimentary tailoring of his green suit. It makes his eyes look like exploding emeralds, especially in the morning light filtering in. His black tie swings down by her chest. She grips it, tugging him down inch by slow inch with the silky fabric.

“There is breakfast food in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want. I do have milk if you want some oatmeal.” He quips. “I’m sorry I can’t stay.” He goes the remaining distance without her help, kissing her. “Or bring you back to your place.”

“Most hook ups don’t do breakfast or drop offs.”

“Or sleep over.” He points out. He’s got Mack there. “You gonna hide from me when I get back?” Although his tone is light, there is a seriousness to his question.

“Maybe.” She smirks as she says it, wanting to keep this interaction light.

“Something tells me you’ll be back for more.” He moves his eyes down her body, drinking her in, all tangled up in his soft sheets. Mack rolls her eyes, ignoring how true that is. He burst apart her world and put it back together last night with him as the center of it.

“Something tells me you’ll still be interested even if I’m not.” She sits up, letting the blanket fall down to her lap, exposing her bare chest. He grins, leaning forward and tickling her nipple with his mustache. Mack breathes in deeply, then lets her head fall back towards the ceiling as he sucks it into his mouth. His nose traces over it too.

“I’ll see ya, honey.” He murmurs after kissing her breast tenderly. Then he stands up, full hard on displayed while he heads to his travel bag by the door. “I’ll leave the spare key on the counter for you.” He calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room.

“What? We are definitely not there yet.” Mack calls. He pops his head back in.

“No, but I’d appreciate it if you could lock my door when you leave.” Mack purses her lips together, dimples turning pink at her embarrassing assumption. She nods after clearing her throat awkwardly. 

“Yeah. I’ll do that.” 

“Thank you.” He murmurs, laughing heartily at her sheepish look.

Mack waits until she hears the apartment door close behind him. Then she collapses back into his bed, laughing loudly and excitedly. She can’t help but kick her feet too, rolling around a few times to get tangled up completely in the blankets like a burrito. The outside world peaks in from an opening in the curtains. She watches a few birds fly by the window. As they soar through the air, sun soaking their feathers, they tweet their greeting to her then continue on. 

Mack reaches out at them, content smile on her face, feeling as free as they are this morning.

[ladylooch]

Nico's first looks with his girls on their wedding days would be so very emotional 🥹

And the chats with their grooms ugh he's such a dad figure to them, especially David

Just gonna hit you with some quick thoughts that will make you cry.... Focusing on those first looks with Nico and his girls.

Lucie: "Wow, I did not expect this to be so hard." Nico admits to his oldest. She looks so beautiful. She may already be a mama, but she still looks about 5 years old to Nico. "Me either." Lucie cries, bottom lip all wobbly as she waves at her eyes. "Daddy... I... Connor and I are already married. We got married before Stella was born." Lucie blurts out. Nico smiles. "I know, sweets. I know." "I'm sorry you weren't there. We were just...so scared something would happen to me because... of.. what happened with him and his mama." Nico wraps her into a hug. "You don't need to apologize. It's your life, baby. And I'm here now."

Mack: "Probably never saw this day coming, huh?" Mack laughs as she steps out of the hotel room acting as a bridal suite. Nico can't breathe. He thought it would be easier after Lucie, but it is not. "Before David, yeah I thought that." Nico admits to her. "I think you knew he was the one before me." Mack murmurs, adjusting the collar of his shirt. "No. You knew before me, You were just pretending you didn't thinking you knew better. But he was it." Mack bites her bottom lip, then looks up at him with identical, teary brown eyes. "He's the best, isn't he?" They both laugh as Nico nods. Yeah, David Carlson is better than anything Nico could have dreamed for his daughter.

Sophie: "I should be better at this by now... but I'm not." Nico cries into his youngest's cheek. "Love you so much, baby. I'm so happy for you." Sophie shudders as she grips his shoulders tightly. "I'm never gonna leave you, daddy. It's always gonna be us. I promise." Nico smiles at his youngest. She may be in her mid-twenties, but she is still his littlest angel. He doesn't want to think about how they are moving her out of his house tomorrow. A lump shreds at his throat when he tries to swallow. "You'll always be my baby, sweets." Nico settles on, then wipes her fresh tear tracks off her cheeks before it stains her make up.

[ladylooch]

What's It Gonna Be? [Mack X David]

A/N: The ask for this blurb disappeared.... what is up with inboxes right now? My stuff disappears on the reg. Idk maybe it is too full. ANYWAYS, the original ask was something along the lines of: When is the next time David and Mack interact after the kiss. So here it is...

The day after their kiss is the first time she hears from Davey outside of a Lucie and Connor interaction. 

Mack is running on the treadmill in her building gym, just about to hit her highest ascent before beginning her cool down. She startles at Siri beginning to read off an unknown number into her AirPods, then her robotic voice shrills out “Hi Mackncheese.” Mack grabs the edges of the treadmill to stay upright. She slaps the stop button, then gradually lets the treadmill die off. 

You decide yet honey 🍯

Mack’s breathing is labored from her 4 mile run along with her surprise at hearing from him. How did he even get her number? She pushes her sweaty hair back into her ponytail, then grabs her phone. She opens her messages, reading his texts over again as a bubble signals he has more to say. She waits, anticipation clinging to her skin like sweat.

Would be so good to ya...

Mack absentmindedly grazes her lips with the tips of her fingers. His kiss left her discombobulated and speechless last night. She has little doubt that David Carlson knows how to treat a woman in the way he is insinuating. But he doesn't need to know that.

You’re confident of that? Mack decides to type back.

The bubble pops up again. 

Wanna play show and tell? All you gotta do is say yes.

Mack smiles down at her phone as she gets off the treadmill. She missteps and falls down. From her back, she closes her eyes in deep embarrassment. Good lord, this man has her all out of sorts. She needs to get her shit together. From her resting place, she sends him a single Emoji: 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hey, I'll take it for today. It’s not a no.

He has sent one text a day since then, all with the same sexy inquisitiveness. Now, it’s Wednesday and Mack finds herself scrolling back into those messages, scanning them over again while lounging on Lucie and Connor's couch.

Make up your mind yet baby? Bed is getting mighty lonely.

You still got that bikini from your Maldives article? Would love to see it in person.

When do you wanna come over? Got this great spot for you to sit on… 

Mackncheese, your time is running out. What have you decided?

The last one was from today and Mack still doesn’t have an answer for him. She is still attempting to catch up with these new feelings for him. She’s tried to reason the feelings away, insist they aren’t there, smother them out, but nothing is working. She finally had to come to the conclusion that they were real and she needed to sort them out before anything went further. 

David is everything Mack thought she hated in men. He is decisive, rugged, fights people on the ice, sarcastic as hell, and his endless teasing makes her eye twitch on the regular. She likes soft men. Men who read poetry and appreciate the arts and don’t mind sitting in a coffee shop for hours on end. David always has to be doing something. He’s either running around with Stella or helping Lucie in the kitchen or looking over Mack’s shoulder while she tries to formulate the outline for her next article. He’s too much and worst of all, he never lets Mack fade into the background when he is around. 

This would never work. 

Except, he’s the only one who sees her, clearly and unflinchingly. 

“Auntie? Can I have McDonald’s for dinner?” Mack blinks to come out of her thoughts.

“Your mom has chicken nuggets for you.”

“Yeah, gluten free.” Stella whines. “I want the crispy ones from McDonald’s.” Mack looks at her standing there, contemplating. Lucie didn’t say they couldn’t go out for dinner. She just said there was chicken nuggets in the freezer. If Mack’s being honest, McDonald’s chicken nuggets with buffalo and ranch sound really good.

“Only if you say I’m your favorite aunt.”

“You’re my favorite aunt.”

“You like me better than Uncle Lee?”

“No!” Stella laughs, then bites her lip, little shoulders quaking up and down. 

“What! You are such a stinker, Stell!” Mack laughs. 

“He brings McDonalds without me asking. Just shows up with it!” 

“We call that a suck up. He is buying your love.”

“And it’s working.” Mack claps her hand over her chest and howls with laughter. Stella is such a hoot. She always knows how to make Mack laugh.

“Let’s go sassy pants. Get some boots on, it was snowing earlier.”

Mack and Stella bundle up for the three walk block down the street to grab french fries, chicken nuggets, and a Sprite for each of them. Mack opens the door to let them out. They both startle when they see a tall figure on the other side of the door, fist raised, poised to knock. Stella catches on first.

“Davey!” Stella yells excitedly, launching into him. She headbutts him directly in the junk and he coughs out in pain. 

“Ooo. Hi Stell.” He says tightly, hand coming to grip himself over his zipper. “Ow.” He hisses air in through his teeth.

“Maybe you shouldn’t hover in people’s doorways.” Mack shrugs, stepping out of the apartment. She turns with the key, flipping the lock then turns back to the hallway. Mack gasps at how tightly David is crowding her space. She has to tilt her head all the way back to see his face.

“Got an answer for me?” He whispers, lips poised only a foot from her lips. She drags her top teeth over bottom lip. Her chest puffs out, feeling dizzy at the assault of his scent and masculine energy hovering over her.

“Is that why you’re here?” She wonders.

“No, I’m here to watch Stell.” He smirks, thinking it's cute that she thinks he came up to bug her.

“I’m here watching Stell? Lucie and Connor left an hour ago.” He furrows his brows in confusion, mustache pursing out with his top lip. He tilts his head to the side.

“Oh…” He trails off, then looks over his shoulder at Stella. “I guess you win again, Mackncheese.” 

“What? A night of watching TV dictated by a child? Lucky me.” He chuckles. 

“Over-under on how many times you’re watching the Little Mermaid?”

“I’m taking the under.” She laughs, then puts the keys in her purse. David shoves his hands in his worn, jean pockets, still not giving her much space. He is dressed in an olive green sweater that highlights the deepness of his emerald eyes.

“Where you going?” He asks.

“McDonalds!!!” Stell yells, coming back up to them. “You can come with us!”

“Oh… he probably has other-"

“Sweet! What are we getting?!” David answers before Mack can finish. She sighs heavily. Now that Stella is involved, there is no way David is not coming.

“Chicken nuggets!”

“Chicken nuggets?! Is that all you eat!? Gonna stunt your growth? Gonna be like the little runt piglets on my farm."

“Yeah!” She cheers, then slides her little hand in his big paw. “Go, go, go!”

She forces her body almost completely forward trying to pull him. He grips her tighter to keep her upright, then begins to walk. Mack stands there, dumbfounded at what is happening. How does he get invited along to everything? She watches her niece skip excitedly down to the elevator with David, admiring the way his strong arm easily supports and monitors every leap of Stella into the air. When she stumbles once, he catches her completely, like a constant safety net.They’re all the way to the elevator before they notice she isn’t with them.

“What’s it gonna be Mack?” David asks.

Mack knows he is talking about more than this McDonald’s run.

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Oh stop! How had I never come across the blurn where David and Mack made it official! She thanks him for coming over the night before, saying she was in a bad place.

How does that happen, did he find out from Connor that she was sick and just turn up? Were they talking on the phone and he insist on coming over??

Warning: descriptions of throwing up/ being sick.

David finds out Mack is sick from Connor, which truthfully is a bit of a relief for him because he hasn’t heard from Mack all day. He knows she is in New York. She just got back two days ago from a trip in the Pacific. He had been feeling uneasy before heading out for a beer with Connor when he had texted her a few different times and she didn’t respond. 

So David did what he does best and he softly probed.

“Stell and Lucie have big plans tonight?”

“Ah, they were going to go to a movie, I think. Originally, Mack was going to come, but Luc said she was sick. Lucie wanted to stay home then, but Stella wasn’t gonna let her off the hook.” Conor chuckles. 

David carefully keeps his face neutral, but pockets that information for after their drinks.

“That sucks.” He says to Connor, then focuses his attention back on his beer glass to lift it to his lips.

He hangs around with Connor as long as he can stand it which turns out to be two full beers. Connor wants to order a third, but David declines. He lifts his one hip off the chair, taking his wallet out and tossing a few bills onto he table to cover his part of the bill. 

“I gotta head out. Still need to pack for heading back home.”

“No problem. Hey, I’ll see ya in the Fall.” Connor stands and they share a big hug. “Stay safe out there in that summer heat, man.” 

“I’ll try to.” David smiles at his friend. He feels a slight itch in his throat as he always does saying goodbye to Connor. He is by far the best friend David has ever had, his Iowa boys included. It’s tough to go months without seeing each other, but he knows when they are reunited in the Fall, it will be like no time has passed. It’s what makes him feel so shitty lying to his friend about what he does with his friend’s sister-in-law in private.

Without putting much stock into that thought, David hustles out to his SUV and takes off in the direction of Mack’s place. He parks the car in a visitor spot on the side of her building, then contemplates how he is going to get Ron, her doorman, to let him up without calling for Mack. 

Turns out, Ron is worried too.

“Boy, I’m glad to see you here, David.” He says as he opens the door for him. “I haven’t seen Ms. Hischier all day. She didn’t have her usual routine.” 

“Yeah, she’s a little under the weather.” David fills in with a slight downwards tilt of his lips.

“Ah. Makes sense. Go take care of your girl.” He winks, then waves David inside and up to the elevator.

David practically stabs the button through the metal door with his antsy energy. He sighs heavily. Fuck, he hopes she is okay. He should have called her… Should have left drinks with Connor sooner too. But it’s not entirely unlike Mack to disappear for a bit. Not even because she is running from something, but she will get in a zone with writing and not be willing to interact until she gets her story right. He loves that tenaciousness and drive in her. 

As he walks quick steps down the hall to her unit, his hands feel empty. Maybe he should have stopped at the store and grabbed her some items. But he has no idea what is making her sick. 

He knocks on her door then waits. And waits. He knocks again. And waits. 

“Mack.” He knocks a third time, louder, hard, so that if she is asleep, there is no way she doesn’t hear it. He listens, pursing his lips, then feels relief shoot through his body when the lock flips. 

“Go away.” She moans. 

“Whoa.” He murmurs, surprised at the look of her. She is paler than paper, hair falling out of her slacked pony tail. Her clothes are stretched and too worn, hanging off her body in awkward slumps. Mack sighs then falls forward into his chest completely unwillingly. He catches her, feeling how hot her body is. Her lips are chapped around her mouth, white flakes crusting off from them, likely from vomiting.

“Dizzy.” She cries to him, squeezing her eyes shut. He holds the door open with his foot, then curls down to lift her into his arms. She can’t even lift hers around his neck. Instead, she loosely grips his shirt in her fists. 

“I’ve got you.” He assures her. He looks around her place, seeing the complete disarray of it, which is so unusual for her. Open drink bottles, electrolyte packs, and slices of toast litter the counter. The pieces are in various stages of eating, with crumbs littering the top. 

“I’m gonna throw up.” She says then gags, slapping a hand over her mouth. 

David moves her quickly to the bathroom, then settles her knees on the tile. He rubs her back as she heaves over the toilet, but nothing comes out. She spits then clenches up as she heaves again.

“Am I going to die?” She cries to him after she is done. “I have nothing left!” She starts to breathe heavily, tears falling from her eyes.

“No, honey.” He sighs empathetically. He kisses the top of her head, then helps her fall back into his body. Her head slumps against his shoulder, hot forehead on his throat. “You’re going to be okay.” He smoothes her hair back then kisses above her left eyebrow. “Have you taken anything?” She shakes her head no. 

“Okay. Do you have anything?” Again her response is no. “I’m going to grab some stuff from CVS okay?” 

“No, no, no.” She cries weakly. “Don’t leave.”

“You need medicine at this point, honey. We can’t fight this without it.” She is quiet, eyes closed, still breathing heavy. But then she nods in resolution. “Do you want to go to bed or stay here?”

“Stay. Not done.” 

“Okay.” He reaches up for the towel from the rack above, folding it over to make her a pillow for her head. Then he eases out from behind her, letting her back rest on the cool tile. He looks down at her, frowning at how bad she looks. He mentally commits to taking her in if this medicine doesn’t help her within the hour. He has seen what dehydration can do growing up on a farm. He doesn’t want that to happen to her. Not on his watch.

David is gone for twenty minutes. This time he takes her apartment keys with him. He assures Ron both times in and out that Mack is going to be okay. He comes back with various medications, Pedialyte, and crackers. Mack is barely awake when he reaches the bathroom again. He strokes her cheek gently then works on cracking open the Tylenol bottle. First, they need to start with her fever.

He helps her sit up, using the cabinets in the bathroom of her to rest her back on. She swallows them, groaning at how her throat aches from everything. She blinks lazily as David pulls out the bottle of Pepto Bismal. He reads the back, then pours the thick pink liquid into the cup. Mack grimaces as he hands it to her. 

“I know.” He nods. “But the liquid will help your throat and you’ll absorb it faster.” She whines but takes it without much more protest. She isn’t in a position to argue with him and he takes advantage of that. “Okay, let’s leave it at those two for now. See how you respond.” He says, putting the rest of the bag on the counter behind her. She reaches for his wrist as he sits back down in front of her. 

“Thank you.” Her appreciation for him is quiet but strong. “I…” She pauses, pursing her lips. “Tried to text you back, but…” She trails off, shaking her head.

“It’s okay.” He assures her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m here now.”

Despite her condition, a small smile stretches her pale, pink lips up. 

“I knew you would come for me.”

David smiles back at her, but she can’t see because she’s lost the battle to keep her eyes open again. He reaches for her hand, rubbing his thumb across her warm skin comfortingly. He doesn’t say anything else to let her rest, but internally his answer back to her is:

Always.

[ladylooch]

I'd definitely love to see Lucie and Connor accidentally find out about Mack and David.

Maybe he is over at hers and they end up asleep in eachothers arms, on the couch or bed. Lucie and Connor were dropping something off for Mack and after no answer to their knock they just let themselves in to see the couple.

Mack at this point still denies having actual feeling for the man tho, stubborn one she is

I’m gonna make this soft as shit. Timeline wise: Mack and David have been hooking up for about a couple months or so. Not dating!

Just after 8:30am, Lucie balances hot soup and tea in their carrier carefully as she raises her hand to knock on her younger sister’s apartment. Her knuckles rap against the wood, disrupting the early morning scene in the hallway. For the past two weeks, a stomach bug has been ripping through their family courteously of Stella Wood. It hit the little girl first, then blew through Connor and over to Lucie last. However, Mack had come over once to watch Stella while Lucie had to run to grab her medicine and therefore, it got Mack too.

Lucie had meant to get over here last night, but Stella has gotten sick again and she needed to focus on that instead. Mack didn’t seem overly upset when Lucie said she wasn’t going to make it like she thought, insinuating that she was mostly on the bathroom floor. Lucie figured a morning visit would still be appreciated. She hopes Mack is feeling better though. 

No movement sounds inside the apartment after Lucie’s second knock. 

She is probably fine, Lucie rationalizes in her head. But she hasn’t heard from Mack since 5pm last night, even though she had texted her sister she was on the way over. Lucie bites her lip, knocking a third time.

“Mack?” She calls softly. 

Still nothing. Lucie rummages through her purse for her ring of keys that includes one to the door she is standing in front of. She unlocks the door, hoping the chain isn’t flipped. It’s not. Lucie steps into the apartment, gently closing the door. She walks further in, setting the tea and soup on the island in the kitchen to her left. She peers around the room, seeing empty cups and half drank water bottles littering around. Pepto tablets are scattered mostly used on the counter along with empty packets of liquid IV. 

Lucie quietly walks down the hall to the open door of Mack’s bedroom. Inside her bed is Mack with David Carlson, Connor’s defensive partner. Lucie’s eyes widen and she purses her lips to prevent a chuckle. They are both sleeping, slight snores coming from David. Mack is wrapped in his arms, forehead pressed into his chest. David grips her sweatshirt back in both fists to keep her close to him. His breath moves the fly away hairs from Mack’s sloppy bun. Lucie clears her throat which causes David to stop snoring.

“David.” Lucie whispers. His eyes open, squinting across the room at her in the doorway. Lazily, his gaze moves from Lucie to Mack. He evaluates her face, then gently begins to disentangle from her. Mack stays asleep, exhausted from the sickness ravaging her body. As he stands, David rubs at his beard, carefully tip toeing out of the room. After shutting the door with a quiet click, he follows Lucie down the hall to the kitchen. “Sup?” Lucie asks when they get there. Her lips form a smirk.

“I heard Connor say she was sick last night. I wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“She has family for that.”

“Yeah, I didn’t see you here last night?” David says back. Lucie purses her lips as the way he almost sounds on the offensive. She raises her eyebrows.

“What are your intentions with my sister, Carlson?” Lucie narrows her eyes suspiciously and jokingly.

“Take whatever she will give me.” David answers honestly.

“So you’re just hanging out?”

“We haven’t put any labels on it.” David stretches his arms high above his head. 

“How long has this been going on?”

“I don’t feel comfortable talking to you about this without Mack.” Internally, Lucie is impressed. Externally, she rolls her eyes. 

“Kay. How is she doing?” 

“She’s okay now. She had a rough night though. The soup will help get something into her. Thank you for bringing that. I brought her some last night but she needs more.” Lucie nods.

“She likes this place best.” She points to the sticker on the top. “They deliver here too.” David nods along like he finds the information useful, but Lucie can tell he already knew that.

“How is Stell?” 

“She is okay. Getting daddy snuggles and a fourteenth showing of Moana as we speak.”

“Good. You should get back to her. I got this girl covered.” Lucie glances around the apartment, noticing how much of a contrast this large, masculine man looks in Mack’s feminine apartment. Yet, he fits. Perfectly.  

“Okay. Thank you…” Lucie trails off almost like the appreciation is a question.

“Nothing to thank me for. We take care of our people in my family.” Lucie can feel her throat tightening at how sweet that is, that her sister is someone’s person. She can’t wait to grill her about this when she is better. Lucie moves to the fridge to put the soup inside, then thinks to herself about her husband who had been with David last night. She suddenly squints, then looks over her shoulder at the New York Rangers defenseman.

“David?”

“Hm?”

“Did my husband know about this?” She motions between the bedroom door and David after shutting the fridge.

“No, ma’am.” Lucie keeps David in her gaze for a full minute before deciding he isn’t lying. 

“Okay. Tell Mack to call me when she is up.”

“Yes, Mrs. Wood.” 

“You know I hate that.”

“Sorry.” Lucie grabs her purse, tossing it on her shoulder before heading towards the door. Admittedly, it is weird leaving David in this apartment while she heads home. Lucie finds herself revisiting the imagine of them in bed together. Mack hates hugs or any type of physical affection, so to see her wrapped up in this man in a vulnerable moment gives Lucie’s heart a panicked jump. 

“And David?”

“Yeah, Boss Woody?” Lucie ignores that.

“If you hurt my sister, I will end your hockey career.” David’s eyes widen in surprise, a slight smile under his mustache, clearly unsure of how to address being threatened here.

“Thought I was the one who was gonna get hurt?” His green eyes bore into hers, like he wants Lucie to confirm something he may have already been feeling: Mack is falling for him. This is the first Lucie has officially seen them together, but something about this feels very different than what she imagined when she gave David the advice to stay away from her younger sister.

“I’m serious. Be good to her.” 

“That’s all I know how to be, Luc.” 

Lucie nods, then leaves the apartment in a completely different headspace than she arrived.

[ladylooch]

Waitttt eeek what changed your mind about Mack and David having kids

It's not necessarily that I changed my mind. It's that Mack did.

When they started dating, Mack and David were both clear on the no kids track. David because he had a lot of rough moments in childhood. His parents died when he was young. Him and his siblings are not close AT ALL. He did not want to recreate that family with anyone. So he was very uninterested in the idea. When Mack tells him flat out, I don't want kids, he is like great neither do I. But he always wondered what kids would look like for them. However, he felt it was really Mack's choice. If she wanted to change her mind, he would jump right in with her instantly.

For Mack, she didn't want kids because the examples of parenthood in her life have looked like stay at home moms whose world revolves around their kids. Mack is not shading her mom or Lucie for this. They picked that for themselves and they love it! She loves that for them too. They also have very supportive partners right? But for Mack, personally, she wants more than that. She didn't want to have a baby and then just be someone's mom. She wanted to travel and live her life without having mom guilt about being gone or making sure ever everything about their life is kid friendly and have the freedom to do whatever she wanted.

Until David.

She never thought she would find a love like what they have. So deeply rooted in trust and respect and safety. A perfect balance of supporting each other, independence, and true partnership. The way he is with HER and how he loves her, she started to see how he would be the perfect father. He mirrors Nico in so many ways to her and Nico was an incredible example of unconditional fatherly love.

On top of that, she gets to see how great he is with their nieces and she starts to feel like, if they don't have that experience together, something would be missing.

[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/743053199228944384/lucie-can-feel-her-throat-tightening-at-how-sweet?source=share

I'm going to need something with lucie telling Con about this.

Following this blurb.

Stella and Connor are watching Saturday cartoons when Lucie comes home. Their little girl is laying, pink cheeks, on her dad's bare chest.

"Mama." She weakly calls.

"Oh no." Lucie frowns. She sets her purse on the counter, then comes to the couch, tucking herself next to Connor. Her hand goes to Stella's forehead, feeling it a little warmer than she would like it.

"We took another turn." Connor sighs. "I got her an appointment at 1."

"Good. Thank you for doing that."

"Of course." He puckers his lips for a smooch. "How is Mack?"

"Um... Well, David says she had a rough night." Lucie talks slow as she stands to head back into the kitchen. Stella's sippy cup is empty and could use some more Pedialyte.

"David?" Connor asks, peering over his shoulder as Lucie walks into the kitchen. "Why was he over there?" Lucie just stares at her husband. "Oh.... Really?" He raises a curious eyebrow, then a slow smirk stretches his lips. "God, I bet that's hot as (fuck)." He mouths the last word.

"Connor." Lucie laughs, running a hand through her long brown hair. "I am shocked. I was... speechless for a second. Like, they hate each other?"

"Babe, I think we all saw this coming. Right next to love is contempt and that's what your sister has for Dave." Lucie contemplates as she fills the sippy cup. She screws the top back on as she walks over to the couch again.

"He is going to be good to her, right?" Connor smiles, smoothing his hand over Stella's back as she whines.

"Baby, your sister doesn't know it yet, but she hit the jackpot."