Who: Mac and Charlie Where: Jackal Lodge- Charlie's room When: Week 15, Thursday Night, right after being thrown out of Jax's room What: After Jax throws her out of his bedroom, Mac needs away to vent her frustrations... Rating: UPDATED to NC-17 (steamy steamy) Progression COMPLETE//Closed
Mac was outraged! How dare he throw her out like that! How dare he! Where does he get off?! They had a deal! Quid pro quo, didn't he remember that?
Mac closed the door to the fridge remarkably gentle considering the anger flowing through her at the moment. She had on her cotton white bra with her matching lace boy short underwear, knee high stockings, and white stiletto heels. It was one of the outfits that Jax liked, and she wore it that night to go and workout his sore muscles, among other things, and he told her to leave.
Blind with rage, she hadn't gone straight back to her room. She wanted to walk around a bit and found her way to the kitchen in the dark house. She knew that there had to be at least a few people up and about, and someone was bound see her, but she honestly didn't give a crap at that moment. When she couldn't find anything appealing in the fridge, she leaned against it with a sigh. That's when she spotted the chopping knife that Charlie had used earlier that day, the one that he had pressed to her throat when she held her own switch blade to his.
Her lips curled to and evil grin as she raised her eyebrows at a thought. Well, at least I know someone around here who wouldn't mind me being woken up by me. She quickly made her way back to her room to retrieve that same black hilted, four inch, switch blade. Time to pay Kitchen Boy a little visit.
She scampered across the house to his room that was near the kitchen, being ever so careful not to let her heels click on the floor. She slowly opened the door, let herself in, and shut and locked it. With her eyes being adjusted to the dark already, she easily found Charlie's bed and could make out his sleeping figure under the covers. She gently placed her hands then her knees on the bed, straddling his body. She crawled towards the head of the bed painstakingly slow as to not fully disrupt his sleep. Then she quietly open her switch blade and merely held it there, not in any threatening manner, but just had it opened in her hand.
Leaning in to whisper into the Lion chef's ear she said, "Wake up Kitchen Boy."