Causal

She never thought there would be a time in her life where she would go into a den of inequity like the Pi Sig house without being coerced by Veronica.

However she walked in through the open front door as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if she had done it almost everyday that summer...which of course she had.

She wasn't sure how exactly this started...well that wasn't true she knew that more to the point she had no idea why it had continued. A bad break up with Max and a lot of Margaretha's made Dick's snide vulgar remarks somehow seem like a perfectly acceptable way to pass the night.

She'd woken up in his bed at the frat house the next morning to her cellphone ringing and Dick's hot hand on her shoulder.

it's Max.

ugh, what does he want?

he probably wants you back...want me to take care of it?

please

She had rolled over at that point and Dick Casablancas answered her phone.

With eyes closed she listened to Max's desperate voice over the line before Dick cut him off.

she's with me now. Don't call again.

Mac actually rolled over at that point to look at him, the sun rolling in through a window on the far side of the room and lighting him up in a warm orange glow.

He looked down at Mac and rolled his eyes at the phone as Max's voice went off again. Dick heaved a heavy hung over sigh before he spoke again.

Dick Cassablancas and if I hear that you bother my Mackie again me and the rest of the pi sig's will lay you out flat. Now if you'll excuse me I'd like to fuck Mac at least once more before breakfast.

She thought he had been joking.

She left the Pi Sig house two days later barely able to walk and in the best mood she'd been in, in a good long while.

A lot could be said about a good roll in the hay.

She had thought the next time she saw him would be awkward but it hadn't been, he called her Ghost World, she called him things he didn't understand and Logan told them to stop fighting. It had been pretty much like they hadn't spent almost two full days pleasantly getting to know each other in the biblical sense.

So when he had called her over on a random Tuesday afternoon to fool around she had gone because it seemed not to change their relationship at all and she had the day off anyway (not to mention he was a very good lay).

He hadn't called her over today, she was just in that kind of mood.

"Hey Mac-Attack." One of Dick's frat brothers nodded from the couch, "hey since your up..." He wagged his eyebrows at her and she sighed.

"Shouldn't you be studying? I thought your final was coming up?"

"Yeah but I'm thirsty." He pouted and he was pitiful, she noticed a pile of textbooks on the table in front of him.

She laughed at him but went into the kitchen anyway and pulled out two beers. On her way back to the stairs she placed one in front of the brother who beamed up at her like she was the best thing since beer pong.

"Good luck on the final Pete."

"Thanks." He called after her as she traversed the stairs up to Dick's room.

She knocked and waited.

There was some grumbling on the other side of the door before it ripped open and he yelled out, "No I'm not going to read you flashc-" he stopped dead as his eyes focused on Mac standing in his door with a cold beer.

"Hey." She smiled, "beer?" She offered and he pulled her into the room and slammed the door closed.

Beer placed carefully on the desk he made quick work of her shirt. Hot hands and hot breath on her skin she could feel that rush of feeling in her gut, and with needy hands she started work on his jeans. He pushed her onto the bed roughly and she stifled a giggle and a smirk pulled at his mouth.

He hurriedly pushed his jeans away and got on the bed pushing her skirt up to allow himself access to her. His fingers pressing roughly into her skin she smiled as his fingers found the tops of her stockings.

He sat up in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" She asked sitting up as well.

"Are you wearing garters?" He asked the last word a lust coated whisper.

"I migh-" she finished the word in his mouth, his mouth hard and urgent on hers, his hands ripping against the fabric of her skirt. In the back of her mind she worried over what kind of state her skirt would be in when he was done but the front, more important parts of her brain were all Dick, the smell of him, the heat of his skin, the feel of his fingers on her legs, the press of his mouth, the taste of him.

To hell with her skirt.

He managed to unzip her skirt through some form of sex related magic he possessed and threw it to the other side of the room.

He pulled away and looked down at her and she felt an unwarranted flush of modesty and nervousness wash over her as Dick Cassablancas in just his boxers looked down at her in her black matching underwear, he ran a finger across the lace frill of her underwear, a too light touch that did more than it should have for her current state, she bucked slightly under his delicate touch. The smile on his face brightened when he noticed she had put her underwear over top of the garters so that if he removed it she'd still have the stockings on.

"Fuck..." He whispered in appreciation as his fingers looped into the fabric and pulled them down.

"Dick..." She whispered, his name was all breathy and she wished she could make it sound that way on purpose because it seemed to rip through his body, he didn't even bother taking her panties all the way off. He just shoved his away, wrapped up as quickly as possible and pushed into her.

One hand gripping her hip tightly, the other running down the length of the stocking as he pushed into her as much as possible.

She angled her hips and pushed up against him for more friction.

It's rough and hard and she bites down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out, his mouth is by her ear and it's all hot breath and moaning and the sound does things to her, coupled with the hard thrusts she comes fairly quickly, arching into him, hands pressed almost painfully into his back fingers curling nails biting into his skin, she shudders and tightens around him and with a few more tingling thrusts he comes as well her name on his tongue.

It's the quickest they've ever done it sober and she's somewhat proud of herself that she had brought him so quickly with just an outdated piece of clothing.

She thinks back on the trouble she had fastening the stockings and knows it was totally worth it.

Dick kisses her collar-bone and pulls away from her.

She sits up in the bed and pulls her underwear back up and tries not to watch as Dick pulls a bath robe on, "we have to stop meeting like this." She tells him with a lilt to her voice that is all tired satisfaction and humour.

Dick turns to look at her and his eyes travel up her stockings, "don't you dare." He tells her and there's a darkness to his voice that is all sex and it sends her body rocketing away from happy tired and into thoughts of round two.

Dick left the room to go deal with 'things' and Mac took his beer. Downing half of it before he came back.

A/N: So I have quiet a few Dick and Mac have causal sex and things get weird story starts in my old phone, apparently i'm fond of the idea. But I think this one is probably the best. Hope you like it too.