Who: Mac and Ecstasy What: Winter night cuddles (and a therapy session). When: Wednesday night. Where: Mac's apartment. Warning: Language, nudity, sexuality, talk of sensitive topics... but it'll still be pretty PG-13, I think.
Sometimes, all he needed was a warm body to cuddle up with and someone to talk to. When that warm body happened to come with colorful little tabs of chemical happiness, it was all the better. When that body happened to be the very embodiment of that chemical happiness, it was pure bliss. Sometimes, Mac thought that Ecstasy was perfect for him in every way.
It was no surprise, then, that he rushed to straighten his apartment and pull on pants (even if they would be coming off again in a few minutes), and was waiting at the door when she got up the stairs and down the hall. His apartment was a cramped, cluttered one-bedroom with guitars everywhere, magazines and newspapers scattered all over the place and a full sink of dishes he didn't have the willpower to make himself clean yet. But it was nice and toasty warm, so there was some virtue in living in a matchbox.
He tried not to look too excited on seeing her, ushering Molly into the apartment, closing and latching the door before moving to help her with her coat - ever the gentleman. "Sweet of you to pop over on such short notice," he said with a grin. "Though, being on top of your to-do list must have some benefits, huh?" He snuggled up behind her and kissed her cheek. "Candy or cuddles first?"