Last first time (M)

Dick drives as fast as possible, speeding whenever Mac is distracted enough not to notice.

He wants her to be his girlfriend right fucking now.

He doesn't understand this whole waiting thing. Or maybe he does, and he's just worried that he makes sense as a spur of the moment thing and not a forever kind of thing.

She wanted to be with him, he absolutely, a hundred million percent, wanted to be with her.

They should just be together right now before she changes her mind, but no, Mac has to be the best girl in the world and not even break up with that loser over the phone. She has to see him to do it.

I mean, what if she sees Max and he convinces her to stay with him?

He was practically a con man, maybe he had tricks up his sleeve or something? Dick didn't have tricks and he hadn't been allowed to show her just how much better he would be in bed.

He hadn't been allowed to show her his strengths.

Oh God, they were going to get back and she was going to come to her senses or something and look at him like he was stupid and crazy for ever thinking someone as smart and hot as she was would ever be interested in him.

Fuck.

He sneaks a glance at her and she quickly looks out the window, he can see a smothered smile in the reflection and he settles a little.

She likes him.

He lets himself be dragged into the conversation Logan and Ronnie are having in the backseat.

He has to side with Ronnie on this one, Batman would totally win in a fight against Superman.

"It's an ethics thing."

"What do you know about ethics?" Mac asks laughing. He can't believe she's siding with Logan in this matter.

"I'll have you know I aced business ethics."

"Yeah, by banging the teacher." Logan rolls his eyes and the car gets dead silent as they pull up to a light.

He's looking at Mac, everyone is looking at Mac.

Yeah, he fucked his ethics teacher, he's fucked a lot of girls. He almost won Sex-fest last year; he would have won if Bandit hadn't tapped that MILF and if Kyle hadn't made his lesbian worth half the points.

Not that he's pissed about it or anything. It's just, what a waste of money when the sex hadn't even been any good.

They would have had to talk about the amount of 'partners' he's had at sometime. She's had three... Or two and a half maybe, his brother probably didn't count.

"Do you even understand ethics?" She asks in the scared quiet, he wonders if they're all worried that she'll dump him before they've even actually started dating.

"Yes, I understand ethics... I just choose not to practice them most of the time..."

She laughs a little and the conversation turns abruptly to if they should stop at a sporting goods store now or later to replace Mac's parents' tent.

Dick votes later and since he is currently driving his vote counts as two. So they outnumber the yays three to two.

He drops off Veronica and Logan at the hotel and promises to be back with the car as soon as possible.

He swears on the life of his surfboard.

They won't even have sex in it or anything.

Swear.

Logan glares at him as they drive away.

"We're not having sex in this car." Mac tells him firmly.

"Why not?"

"Because it doesn't belong to either of us? How about that for starters?"

"That tent didn't belong to them either." He counters, but she's having none of it. Fine, whatever, he's waited this long he can make it back to the hotel.

She sends a text message to dickbag soon to be ex-boyfriend and leads him towards a totally normal looking house. He had really been hoping for something terrible, some sort of slum, but it's just a small, almost cute, house.

Max is sitting on the front steps when he stops the car.

She doesn't get out right away.

"Do you want me to do it?"

God, he'd love to do it. He's not even sure he'd get out of the car. He'd lean across it to roll down her window, yell that she was with him now and just roll out of there.

"No, God, you'd just shout at him from the car, wouldn't you?"

God, its like she knows him or something. He smirks in response and with a heavy sigh she gets out of the car.

He watches her move slowly down the sidewalk, nervously kicking at a tuft of grass before sitting next to him on the stairs.

He grips the steering wheel hard when Max moves in to kiss her.

She shakes her head and slides further away from him on the step they share.

God, he wishes he could hear them, or that he could see them better, or that one of them would yell or something because he can't tell if they're breaking up or not.

He's only ever really dated one person enough to break up and Madison was a fucking drama factory, every time was like she was trying to call down the apocalypse with the sheer force of her screams.

The sex they had when they got back together was always the best, when she was so happy they were back together that she was actually present and shit.

She may be a first class bitch, but he liked to think that she had loved him, at least some of the time.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and rolls down the windows.

How is this taking so long? Wasn't it just like, 'hey dickbag, were done. I'm with someone else now. Have a nice life.''Then mic drop and back to the car?

Or maybe something explosive and Max would grab a hold of her and he'd get out of the car and lay waste to that nerd. Mac would hang on him, scared and thankful, and he'd carry her back to the car and drive off into the sunset or some shit?

God, anything other than what appeared to be a totally adult, 'boring as shit' conversation that he couldn't tell how it was going.

Max had moved further away from her and was now staring at him in the car.

So she had at least gotten to the part that involved him. Had she told him that she loved him instead, that something in her called out to be with him? Had it been poetic and shit? God he wanted to know.

This 'waiting in the car' bullshit was going to kill him.

She finally stands up and he does as well.

Fuck, are they hugging? God, they aren't breaking up are they?! Are they? He doesn't know what to do so he honks the horn.

They separate and when Mac looks back at him she doesn't look pleased.

God.

Max says something to her and a smile flashes quickly across her face and they separate.

He holds his breath as she gets back into the car.

"Did you..."

"Yes."

"So we can be together now? You'll be my girlfriend now?" He hates the scared, nervous, thin quality his voice takes, but he's wanted to feel right for a long time and nothing felt as right as it did with her.

"Drive, Dick."

"Where?"

"Just drive."

He does until they end up at a beach.

Turning in his seat to look at her, he finds himself unable to say anything. Not the greatest time to be struck dumb. He needs to say something. Anything would probably be a good start.

He unbuckles her seatbelt and it makes her look at him. She doesn't look mad. He's seen her mad before and this isn't it. He's not sure what this is, but he wants to put every possible expression to memory.

He leans across the console and kisses her softly. He just wants her to fill him up again, to fill him up with importance with the soft movements of her mouth.

She kisses him back.

Thank God.

He pulls her easily across the car to rest in his lap.

When he breaks from her mouth for air, he rests his forehead against hers, "Say you're my girlfriend..."

She smiles a little, soft and sweet, "Yes, I'm your girlfriend, Dick. If that's what you want."

"More than anything."

She seems to melt a little at that and he tries to make note of it, but her hands are on his face and her mouth is grazing across his and all thought for anything that is not her, and in this moment, seem impossible.

She kisses him again and he's glad that it had taken so long to get here because it's getting dark and the area is practically abandoned, and he needs to touch all of her. He slips his hands under her shirt, her skin in soft and hot, and fucking perfect.

He moves his fingers slowly across her skin and her mouth breaks from his so she can squirm away from his fingers and press a hand to her mouth to keep her laughter in.

"Are you ticklish?"

"Of course not that's ridi-" she breaks off into another fit of giggles as he skims his fingers across her sides.

She squirms in his lap, her hands trying to push his away, and she accidentally grinds down into him making him freeze.

"You sure you don't want to have sex in the car?" He asks, watching her carefully as she considers his question.

She doesn't answer and that's enough indecision for him to work with.

He gets out of the car, pulling her with him, and deposits them in the backseat. He tosses his shirt into the front seat and is busy kicking his jeans off when he notices that Mac is sitting very quietly and very still next to him; her legs pressed tightly together, staring at the hem of her shorts.

Once free of his his pants, he turns back to her, "What's wrong? Do you not want..."

"What if it's no good..." She doesn't look at him, but she let's him turn her towards him.

He presses a series of quick kisses against her, "Impossible. We were made for each other. It'll be fucking magic. Pun intended."

The sex related pun pulls a small, thin smile across her face and her eyes finally look up into his. They are a darkened blue and deep. He would lose himself in her if it was possible.

He kisses her and her response is this strange abandon. She's letting go of everything, for him, right now and it's like the best gift.

He leans her back so she's lying on her back, her arms wrapped around him, fingers in his hair.

He pushes her shirt up, careful not to tickle her, and soon she's under him in just her underwear.

She's lit up in that orange street lamp light and he misses the moonlight, but she's heart wrenchingly beautiful anyway and for him.

Just for him.

From now on its just them, forever. He wants to tell her that, that she is the end for him, of him, but the words are too big and heavy for their first time so he just kisses the words into her instead.

He thinks she might understand anyway because she's kissing him like he's the endgame and it's never been like this before, like she really cared about him.

He fishes a condom out of his wallet because as much as he wants to touch and kiss and lick every possible piece of her he knows he won't last long enough. Not with all these emotions heightening everything.

She shimmies out of her underwear and he bites his lip.

"How are you so beautiful? Shouldn't there be a law or something?" The smile that, that puts on her face is glorious.

"I was going to ask you the same thing... Only you know the boy versi-" he kisses her soundly, killing her sentence, and slides into her.

There's no music, it's just the sound of the ocean under the panting, soft moans she makes and it's the best sound he's ever heard.

It's slow and gentle. It's like every move she makes breaks him apart and puts him back together.

When she finishes, it's a 'body arched up, desperate hands, broken moan' kind of thing that's just outstanding and pushes him closer to the edge, her body warm and wet and doing everything it can to finish him off, too.

"Dick..." She sighs out his name like it's the best word in the world and he's fucking done for.

He pushes as far in to her as possible, his hands grabbing at her, the roar of noise probably too loud in her ear, but she rolls into him like it's the best thing.

They stay that way until it's no longer comfortable for either of them and slowly get dressed.

"Still worried it's not going to be any good?" He asks, his voice is low and heavy with tired satisfaction and when she responds so is hers.

"It was pretty great for my last first time." She looks up at him quickly, eyes wide like she hadn't meant to say that, but he just leans in and kisses her softly.

"Its okay, Mac. It was my last first time too."

They get themselves sorted and make to return the SUV. but he's able to convince her to just watch the stars for a while.

Sitting on the hood, they watch the stars, Mac explaining that the light they are seeing is from dead stars, it's like looking into the past, or something or other.

He finds it interesting honestly, but mostly he's just thinking about how much he loves this.

Next time Logan wants to go camping he probably won't take any convincing at all. As long as Mac is coming and they get their own tent because as great as sleeping with Mac under the stars is he's pretty sure he slept on a rock.

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