The Bigger Hicup, Attn: Brawley

[Mackenzie Harlotte]

[[Takes place after I am sorry.. hiccup]]

Mackenzie had knew that soon enough the alcohol would take its toll on Brawley and he would fall asleep. When he asked her what she liked to do that seemed to be the turning point as his voice got lower and she could feel him getting more tired. She didn’t mind though as she was exhausted herself, which as Brawley pulled her back to him Mackenzie nestled against his chest and fell asleep.

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Next morning came and all Mackenzie could do was groan as she heard her Hearth Witches voice singing down the hall. Martha, just doing her routinely things, which would lead to her coming into Mackenze’s room. Mackenzie found no issue with this as she wrapped herself around the big warmth in her bed; Brawley. She knew who was in her bed and it took a few seconds before her mind registered to it. Brawley. In her bed. Nonononono.

Her eyes opened wide as she shook Brawley to the point that he woke up as she felt Martha getting closer. “Get up Brawley, get up.” Mackenzie said as she looked around her room to think of where exactly she could hide him. Dresser was too small.. closet too full. She then saw the bathroom and hated the idea that popped into her mind, but it would have to do as she pulled him from bed and into the bathroom.

Turning on the shower she knew Martha had entered the room. “Turn around.” She demanded as she whispered and waited for Brawley to do so. When he did that is when she opened the curtain and pushed him into the shower, still wearing the towel he had from the night before on as she closed it again. Pulling off her gown as she knew Martha would still come in to gather her clothes to clean. She then covered her chest as she was still in her underwear as she entered the shower right after Brawley.

That’s when she felt Martha entered and Mackenzie couldn’t help but blush up at Brawley before turning her head to peak out from behind the curtain. “Thank you Martha. Could you send me up some breakfast as well?” She asked nervously until Martha nodded and left. Turning to Brawley, Mackenzie wasn’t sure what to do next. She had never expected this.

[Brawley O'Ceallach]

Brawley could wake up very fast and be clear about anything going on around him; it was something he had to do while he was escorting and when he had been in the guards a long time ago. He could pass out drunk and be up and fully alert in a matter a split second. So when Mackenzie woke him rather rudely and dragged him out of bed, he simply followed her, wondering what she had in mind. He was about to protest that he did not need a shower again, when he about laughed out loud at her panic and the approaching Hearth Witch.

Now he knew what Mackenzie was up to, she was trying to hide him from her staff and that was funny to him. He was grinning ear to ear as she shoved him into the shower, it was morning and he had just woken up, he was still only wearing a towel and she was getting in the shower with him. Well…..he was definitely glad he was not wearing any pants, it would have been rather uncomfortable for him to be in pants again. Mackenzie had apparently not noticed anything yet, which he was glad for right now. He liked seeing her barely dressed and wet, though he would have preferred not dressed at all, but this was definitely very sexy.

*I hope she sends a lot to eat, I am starving.* he told Mackenzie with a little chuckle, he wanted to know how she would handle that. He was sure they were not used to her eating a lot, so how would she explain that away? As Mackenzie turned to him, Brawley kept his eyes on her face, he did not want to embarrass her, but he was only a man and there was only so much temptation he was able to handle and it was morning after all. Hopefully she would understand that, it was sort of hilarious and Brawley started to snicker “I have to admit, I have never done this before.” He was laughing and doubled over.

[Mackenzie Harlotte]

Mackenzie wasn’t exactly sure what she should do next as she felt Martha leave and she was hen stuck with Brawley again - alone while she was half naked in the shower. Mackenzie held her chest harder as she looked at his face, not wishing to look at the rest of his body as well in case it made her blush more. That’s when she heard Brawley’s voice in her head and just shook her head at him. He was such a male, she thought as she then began thinking of a reason to have more food sent up for the gizzley bear of a male she needed to feed. *Could you send up a lot Martha? I’ll be likely working in the garden all day without any interruptions.* Martha responded naturally right after. It’s not like she needed to explain to them, but she felt the need too.

She turned back to Brawley who seemed to be amused by the whole situation. Mackenzie not so much while her heart was still racing, but watching Brawley smile she couldn’t help but smile back. “You think I have?” She snarled back at him, shaking her head as she shifted closer to him. “Now move out of the way so I can get my hair wet to make it –actually- look like I showered.” She smack his arm as she squeezed by him as he moved, holding her chest with one hand as she used the other to wet her hair. She then turned back to him as Martha sent her a message stating the food was on the table in her room.

“Now get out. Your food is ready to eat.” Pulling the curtain open Mackenzie rushed out the bathroom and into her room, grabbing the nearest people of clothing that she saw to put on before Brawley got into the room. Buttoning up the front of the shirt it wasn’t until Mackenzie turned towards Brawley that she realized she was wearing his shirt. She frowned for a moment as it engulfed her, “this isn’t mine.” She said as she looked up at Brawley, “do you mind if I wear it during breakfast?” She asked waiting for his answer as she then looked over to the big buffet of food that had been prepared.

[Brawley O'Ceallach]

This was too funny he could not help himself as he laughed, it was a good thing Mackenzie had not looked too hard at him, she might have seen more than she would have expected. He was pretty sure, she would not quite appreciate him being more than a little happy, but the laughing helped and soon his fiasco under the towel was over. Mackenzie pushed past him to get her hair wet and he was holding up his towel, it was wet and had started to slide. By the time she rushed out the shower and the bathroom, Brawley had completely regained his composure and had stopped laughing.

Once he was out the shower, he called his pants in and put them on, the shirt could wait until later, his hair was dripping wet and he was drying it off with a towel. Walking into the bedroom he saw Mackenzie in his shirt and looked at her for a moment before he was able to answer, “No, I do not mind, you look rather cute in my shirt.” He grinned at her, his shirt was huge on her and he really liked the look. “You should wear m shirts more often, they look better on you than me.” He said as he walked closer to her.

Standing next to her, he looked over the breakfast buffet, “How many people are they trying to feed?” he said with a chuckle and took a plate to pile food on it. “You are eating breakfast, right?” he said with a look at her, “You know it is the most important meal of the day, right?” Brawley was not above stuffing others when he felt like they needed to eat.

[Mackenzie Harlotte]

She felt like something just took over her entire body as she put on Brawley’s shirt. It engulfed her completely and something about it made her feel safe. Mackenzie adjusted it correctly as she watched Brawley enter the room now with at least pants on. Having him shirtless didn’t help her much, but she smiled at him as he seemed amused by the whole situation. Had Mackenzie thought she’d need a diversion then she would have thought about it the previous night. Instead she had to act fast and though she could still feel the heat to her cheeks about being again practically naked in front of Brawley, she knew it had to be done. She fiddled with her hands thinking about it.

She gave a soft laugh at his comment, “Do I now?” She said as she adjusted his shirt. “I don’t think my parents would approve of me walking around in a male’s shirt though.” She said as she suggested the food that she knew he was craving. “You told me to improvise so I did!” She laughed, “plus you’re a big guy I thought you could handle this.”

Mackenzie walked towards the table as she pulled into her seat, drawing her legs towards her for warmth. "I do plan to eat some, but this is mainly for you.” She smiled as she watched him already grab his plate. In turn she did the same as she scooped up some eggs, toast and sausage as even more was laid out for them. She was never a pancakes type girl or bacon and such.

Mackenzie settled in her seat as she looked at Brawley and sighed, “how the hell do I explain you to my staff?” She pulled the toast to her lips to chew on. “They aren’t used to having males in my room.” Mackenzie was thinking of things to say in case they did enter or something. The only thing she could come up with was that he was a friend. Even in her mind she wasn’t ready to admit that she liked him more.

[Brawley O'Ceallach]

Chewing on some bacon, Brawley walked over to sit next to Mackenzie. Her choices for breakfast made him grin; it did not look like she was one of those fancy eaters, as he called the people having sweet things for breakfast. He would eat pancakes and waffles, but not if he had a choice in the matter. He was a hearty eater and he loved sharing his food with Mackenzie, which also entailed stealing from her plate, which he promptly did. Biting into the sausage he had just stolen he chuckled, “Well your staff can cook, that is for sure. “

“So you think you parents would not like you walking around in a males’ shirt hm? Well, as long as it is one of my shirts, I do not have a problem with it.” He winked at her and proceeded to eat, he might not be the best mannered male around, but he did have table manners when he was around company. No one would want to see him eat by himself, let’s just say, it is not a very pretty sight. Brawley had learned a long time ago to enjoy the food he ate, when he had time to do so, often he was eating on the run to somewhere or riding a coach and most of those times it had to be done fast.

The question Mackenzie was asking herself, had Brawley just about choke on his eggs, bit he recovered quickly and leaned forward “I am sure you do NOT want me to answer that one, right?” he winked and grinned at her, before he leaned back and emptied his plate. He was starving just about, the alcohol had been long burnt off and his jewels needed real food, so he got up and filled his plate again. Looking around her room, he walked back to where they had been sitting, “Nice room you got there. Did you decorate it yourself?” he inquired with interest.

His own place was a suite in an inn, he was debating if he should get his own place or stay where he was. For now he had never needed a place, he had been on escorts too often to really take care of a place of his own. Being gone for weeks or even a month or two at the time, it had not been that important to him to have a place to call his home. The suite was nice, he liked the idea of having a separate bedroom and sitting room, it made things less awkward when someone visited and as a Warlord Prince, he definitely had a very strong feeling about “HIS” bedroom and bed.

[Mackenzie Harlotte]

“Not one I’ve not introduced them too, that’s for sure. There are many males who my parents think would be appropriate for me. Finding me in your shirt would not be good.” Mackenzie said as she finished her toast. Oh gosh, what her parents would think finding her the way she was. They wouldn’t understand at all. Yes, she was hiding a Warlord Prince, but she was also hiding someone of her Court. If Mackenzie had to set up Court, Brawley would be part of it. She didn’t want to think about that, but it was the truth. He was hers. Mackenzie wouldn’t leave him..

She smiled as it seemed Brawley always took the edge off things. “I did decorate, why do you ask?” She said as she picked herself up and walked towards him. Her hands ran along his right arm as she held onto him. “Do you like it?” She asked as she placed herself in front of him.

Maybe this was a bad idea, she thought as she looked at him. Mackenzie knew that she was attracted to Brawley, but she wasn’t sure she could show it. He was so different… She stepped up to him and placed her hands on his hips. “A Warlord Prince is against all. What would one do if I really wanted to kiss him?” She gave a half smile.

[Brawley O'Ceallach]

Things were good in Brawley’s world right now, he had food and the company of a beautiful woman and to top it off, she was in HIS shirt. He grimaced at her for saying he was not a male she had introduced to her parents and staff as of yet. Not that he had any fears to be seen by any of them, or being introduced to them, but he was sure that him walking out of her bedroom was not the impression Mackenzie wanted him to make on anyone.

That impression might also not do so well with her parents and since he was determined to stick around for a very, very long time, he wanted to make sure they at least liked him and would not object to him. Her parents seemed important to Mackenzie, so he would be on his best behavior when he met them. He did not doubt for a moment, that Mackenzie would introduce them once she felt the time was right.

Brawley was still eating when Mackenzie came over to him and put her hands on his hips; he put his plate down and looked at her curiously. She really wore his shirt well and he was trying not to be too distracted by imagining what was under his shirt. For a moment he mulled her question over, two could play this game and he was having fun. “I for one am not against kissing one bit, I rather enjoy it. Now if you really want to kiss me, you just go ahead and do it. You have my permission to kiss, or whatever you want to do, whenever you want to.” He was grinning at her and leaned forward just enough to be teasing her by being so close.

His arms went around her back and his lips brushed her cheek, Brawley was not sure how much restraint he had left, but he would not hurt her, he would rather leave and hurt something else or someone else than her.

[Mackenzie Harlotte]

She watched him place his food to the table and that made Mackenzie know she had gathered his attention. Her hips were doing something as she asked the question she had longed to ask. Then she felt his hands wrap around her and Mackenzie couldn’t help but straddle Brawley. “Is that so?” She asked as her hands wrapped in his hair and pulled his head back for her to kiss him. When she pulled away she looked at the food.

“I thought you were hungry.” She said as her legs loosened and she began to pull away. “You may be a Warlord Prince of mine, but showing my parents is the big thing.” Mackenezie’s leg got caught on the chair as she remained in his lap. She looked at him awkwardly before kissing him again. She pulled his hands to her naked hips, underneath his shirt. “What do you want?”

Mackenzie just wanted him. She wanted Brawley to stop pulling his “be good sense” and just want her. Mackenzie bit his neck hard, “or is this too much?” She asked gently.

Mackenzie didn’t do things like this, but with him she wanted too. When he had teased her hips she just couldn’t help herself. He was a Warlord Prince and yes, she was afraid, but most of all she was afraid of loving him. Giving him her completely showed that she needed him. Wasn’t that what he wanted?

[Brawley O'Ceallach]

When she climbed half naked into his lap and straddled him, he was praying to the Darkness for some sort of sign that this was going where he thought it might be and at the same time he was cursing the Darkness that is might be going where he hoped it would be going and end up with rumpled sheets. Mackenzie was not making things easy on him at all, he kissed her back gently. He could still sense her underlying fear of him, it was rather distracting. One thing he did not want her to feel was any fear at all, otherwise this would not be a very enjoyable time at all.

“I can eat later, for now I am good.” He mumbled as he watched her trying to pull away again, when her leg got tangled in the chair, he grinned, seemed the Darkness had other plans for the little Queen. Kissing was a good start he thought and her hands pulling his to her bare hips were even better. Now why she would ask what he wanted? This was not really the time to talk a lot, was it now? “You know what I want; I want you, all of you and forever.” Brawley figured she should really know that by now.

He groaned as she bit his neck, his hands tightened around her hips and pulled her closer. Mother Night his pants were tight, way too tight. With a grumble he picked her up and walked her over to her bed, this underlying fear and worry was beating at him and his temper. “This is what you really want? I can give you that. Only problem is, I want more than your body and you should know that. I want this damn fear of me gone, I want you to look at me and not think of what I am, but who I am. Can you give me that? Then you can have all of me.” He was gesturing at his body as he looked at her. Brawley still had her around his waist, so he took her head in his hand and kissed her hard before he sat her down on her bed.

Well this was all crap, was it not? When in the name of Hell had he found that part of him? He should be making sure all Mackenzie could think about for some time was him and what he was doing to her, instead he was doing what? FUCK!! Tiernan would laugh his ass off at this.

[Mackenzie Harlotte]

Her mood had shifted and she had made it evident to him. Was she out of her mind? Would he like it? The way Brawley responded had Mackenzie not regretting her actions. She was nervous because of what he was, but she was more because of him. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been intimate with a male this way and mean it. Queen and Warlord Prince, yes, but she felt more when it came to Brawley. She felt love and that scared her. It scared her more than the Warlord Prince business.

She pushed him to take her, but his response wasn’t what she thought. She heard the words, but as he picked her up and took her to her bed she waited until she rested on her bed, looking at him. She hadn’t expected this as more words from Brawley came. That’s when she really realized how badly she affected him. Her legs remained around him, but they loosened. Her whole body did as she let him take her lips to his for a kiss as she intensified it. She wanted him.

She hissed when he pulled away, which only caused her to draw to him instantly afterwards. She took his face in her hands to make sure he was looking at her. The fear was gone as she spoke. “I want you Brawley, you know that as well. I’m sorry for my fear, but you sure as hell know that I want you more than just your body.” She drew her lips to his briefly while she straddled him once more. “I can’t get rid of the fear Brawley. It’s there so either deal with it until I do or push me away again.” This time Mackenzie pulled away as she released him from her grip and sat next beside him.

“I know you’re a Warlord Prince and you get possessive and as a Queen I feel it too. I can’t make my fear disappear right way. I can push it away though if you let me.” She half smiled at him as she drew closer, “I don’t want you for your body Brawley, I could have gotten that in the shower. I want you. All of you.” Mackenzie drew her eyes to the food because she was tired of it all. All they did was explain themselves. Maybe he was right when it came to it all. Maybe they pushed away for a reason and weren’t meant to be.

[Brawley O'Ceallach]

This back and forth was draining, it was grating his temper and he was done getting pushed and pulled. He had needed her to tell him what she wanted, so she wanted him the whole of him. Understanding her fear was easier said than done, but he tried. It was just distracting when he was in the mood for more and it crept up in her, Brawley was sure he could ignore it, but he had to know first that Mackenzie really wanted him.

Now he knew, he let her kiss him, tasted her disappointment and frustration, he almost grinned. At least now she had a clue how he felt around her most of the time, never knowing what to expect from her with the next word or move. It was interesting and he hoped that even when she had lost all her fears of his caste, she would keep him on his toes. He sort of liked her not being a push over and making him frustrated at times; he pulled her closer as she sat next to him.

“I just had to make sure it was really me you wanted, you are not very clear with your innuendos at times my Darling.” He was smiling at her; his voice had taken on a very husky quality. Hearing HIS Queen saying she wanted him, had wiped away any apprehension and barrier he had put up, his defenses were down and what he wanted right now was her and as much as he tried to keep the beast within him leashed, it was poking up its head and made him growl as he reached under his shirt to feel Mackenzie’s bare skin.

His kisses did not hide anything, he wanted and needed her and his deep kisses were full of that need and hunger. Brawley still had enough self-control to throw an aural and vision shield up, anyone coming into her room would not see anything but the food sitting out and almost all eaten. With a growl he placed Mackenzie on her bed and his hands were slowly pushing up his shirt, every inch of bare skin he laid free he was showering with kisses.

For a moment he debated just vanishing his pants, but then he decided if Mackenzie wanted them off, she would have to get them off him the hard way.

[Mackenzie Harlotte]

It was evident that the two of them wanted each other. Back and forth, they always went and Mackenzie wasn’t sure if that would ever change. He was just so frustrating at times when he piled all the emotional stuff on right away. She wasn’t used to that at all and with her given history wasn’t she allowed to have that fear? She knew that it bugged Brawley greatly and she was coming to terms with it, because no matter how irritating he could be sometimes she was developing feelings for him. He was kind, protective and his intentions were in the right part. When he got upset with her changing her mind so much she knew he had a right to be furious. All she could do now as pushing him away didn’t do her any good was shut up and try it his way.

She looked at him and shook her head, “just shut up and kiss me you big oaf before you make me change my mind once more and really make you mad.” Mackenzie teased as that’s when he gave her exactly what she wanted and even more as his hands were going up his shirt. She kissed Brawley back with as much want and desire. She could tell that the beast within wanted her and she made sure that she showered him with the attention he wanted. She wanted Brawley completely, but she also wanted to keep the Warlord Prince controlled.

Mackenzie pulled at Brawley’s hip as her hands then began to undo his pants, trailing back up to his shirt to unbutton it as well as she locked her legs around his waist. Not once did her lips leave his or his skin as she began to push the fear down harder. He wouldn’t hurt her, she kept thinking to calm herself. *You placed shields up right?* The last thing she needed was someone walking in on them. She kissed Brawley hard again.

[Brawley O'Ceallach]

If he would have been a cat, he would have been purring under her hands, as it was he was groaning now and then. He concentrated all his efforts on Mackenzie; he would make sure she did not change her mind. Brawley was not quite sure how much self-control he had left and another pulling away from him might not be a good thing for her. Not that he would ever hurt her, but he would need to leave and fast, which might hurt her feelings.

He was grinning into her skin, when he felt her hands pulling him. Her kisses were definitely heating him up. He started unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing while they kissed, his hands were not quite smooth, they were the hands of a male that fought and worked hard, but even with the callouses, their touch was soft and teasing. Brawley knew how to drive a woman on until all she wanted was him, with Mackenzie it was more. He needed her and wanted her to feel safe with him, so his hands were teasing her and caressing her.

*Yes, I made sure no one can hear or see us. I plan on making you scream my name Darling,* he liked the old fashioned way of taking clothes off; it was one of his little quirks. Peeling them off was so much more erotic than just vanishing them, but the vanishing act could come in handy at times. Feeling her legs around his waist and her kisses full of need and want, Brawley took the shirt off and was gently rubbing her breasts. His lips wandered to her neck and he nuzzled his favorite spot on her neck for a little while until his mouth wandered off in search of her nipple. Once his lips found it, he was playing with it, while his hands were busy with her second breast and between her legs; gently he teased her nub and nipples. Waiting for her to tell him she needed him now.

[Mackenzie Harlotte]

[[OOC: Mature Content so for all you kiddies out there, don't look! =P]]


Had Mackenzie expected any of this when she had prepared herself for bed that previous night? Hellsfire no, she had not expected for a drunk Brawley to come parading to her house. Then on top of that they had pretty much laid down the lines with each other and their feelings and now.. he was on top of her and doing things already to make her groan. Mackenzie wasn’t the type to hop into bed with someone right away, but there was always something about Brawley that had made Mackenzie want him. Was it desire, lust, friendship, a companion or even love? She had no idea, but all she knew then and there was that she felt complete desire for Brawley as he played and teased her body.

Mackenzie smiled against Brawley’s lips as her hands ran up and down his body, playing with his hair as she kissed him and responded to his every touch. *I don’t think that will be an issue Brawley.* She said as she moved accordingly to give him more access to taking off her clothes. Most males liked to vanish clothes right away she found, but Brawley was taking his time with her and it only drew Mackenzie up the wall even more.

Her chest arched high as her mouth took control of her skin and body. Her eyes were completely closed and all she could do was feel excited and ready for him. As his hands went further down Mackenzie just couldn’t take it anymore, that feeling of wanting and needing her that badly feeding into her own emotions. *Take me Brawley.* She purred into his mind as unexpectedly she did something she would have never expected or thought herself to do. Letting down her barriers mentally as well Mackenzie allowed herself to be completely vulnerable with him. She opened her eyes briefly to see how Brawley felt, but she couldn’t do it for long as she was scared of him rejecting her. Instead Mackenzie just kissed Brawley hard and waited for him to give them what they both had wanted for a very long time.