- so give me novacaine; robert

[kenzie]

Slamming the door closed, a pair of misty grey eyes scanned the empty home. Nothing but silence filled the manor, except the mere echo of the door. Oh, how she hated the silence. She truly believed silence was a noise, the most irritating noise of them all. Waiting, she wondered patiently where the hell the creature that usually scurried around her home was. This young woman had no patience whatsoever, so waiting for something that wasn’t likely coming, she inhaled a breath of air, “SCRUFF!” She belted loudly, knowing the house-elf would appear in eyes sight any moment.

“Yes, ma’am?”

Arching a perfect, thin, blonde eyebrow, Mackenzie Harris looked at the house elf. They weren’t her favourite creatures, actually come to think of it, she’d be much more pleased with a human maid, but being more realistic, elves got the job done so much quicker. “Take these and put them somewhere cool.” Kenzie said, her voice dripping with venom. What else did it expect? She was having a rough day at work and no one could be nice all the time. Handing the alcoholic beverages to elf, she signalled it to go and do whatever was asked of him.

Walking into the main room, a small smile crept onto her features. Moving towards the couch, she grabbed a small piece of parchment and a quill. Scribbling down a few small words;

Robert,

Come see me for awhile…

Mackenzie

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Short, sweet and straight to the point. Mackenzie was a woman who refused to make life harder for herself, so she’d rather go around the bush than right through it. Tying the letter with a small red ribbon to her owl’s left foot, she looked at it, “Bring this to Robert LeBlanc.” The witch demanded of her owl while opening her French windows and allowing it to fly.

“Scruff, now come to think of it, go grab me a glass of fire whiskey.” Mackenzie mumbled, running a small hand over her torso that was currently covered by the thin material of the daring red trench coat she wore. Walking in a fierce stride, she moved towards the couch and took a seat. Almost instantly the house elf was beside her once again and handed her the glass of alcohol. “Now…off you go.” She said, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a small sip, she placed it back on the expensive coffee table in front of sofa.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Robert Victor LeBlanc]

Robert had been hard at work. Actual Hogwarts work. He caught up with all the Professor, Prefects, and Heads. Everything seemed to be running smoothly in that department. The only major incident had been Anton's vampire attack. He still had yet to make an official report about it. Robert kind of wanted to deal with it on his own terms. On his list to do - kill a vampire, figure out how to remove the horocrux from Kelsey without killing her, and stop drinking. Well, maybe not the latter.

Robert had tried to quit drinking, after he talked to Kelsey. Only, that didn't work. Instead he picked up smoking which was equally as unhealthy. So, now he did both. Robert cared less about his well being and was looking for a way to save Kelsey from what was coming. He didn't want her to do the same things he has done.

He held and empty crystal glass in his hand. Robert debated whether to fill it or not. It was toward the end of the day, and it's not illegal or anything. Still, he knew he shouldn't. It just helped. For a little while, Robert could just go completely numb and not feel anything. That's what he liked to think. If anything, his increased alcohol intake was making the pain worse than better. His thoughts were interrupted as an owl arrived with a small note.

A smirk played at his lips as he caught sight of a familiar red ribbon. Mackenzie, was his first thought. She happened to be one of his prolonged affairs, one where he could actually remember her name. Robert tossed the owl a treat, and untied the ribbon, taking the note. He unrolled it, and read it. Robert sighed. Hell, he should go. He needed a break and needed to get out of his office. First thing first, he had to clean himself up. Robert looked like crap.

After a fast shower, Robert cleaned up his abundant growth of facial hair. He was beginning to look like a caveman. In need of a change, Robert kept most of it. He just cleaned it up, made it all straight and groomed. Feeling slightly better, Robert sent a note to the Deputy Headmaster/mistress informing then that he would be leaving the castle for a little while and would return in the morning. After that, he threw on a coat, and locked up his office.

Once arriving in front of Mackenzie Harris' place Robert was feeling a little better. Here was his chance to just forget everything, relax a little, drink a little, and maybe work out some frustration in some other way than killing someone. Robert knock three times and Mackenzie's door, and waited with is hands in his pockets.

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[kenzie]

Mackenzie continued to sit there, currently content while she held the glass of alcohol in her hands. She wasn’t a heavy or frequent drinker, unlike Robert, but she enjoyed a few glasses every now and then. A small treat after a hard days work. And indeed, work today had been stressful and frustrating. She was on the verge of hexing a few of her co-workers, and what was the reason for it? Nothing. She just had the bloody urge to hex something or someone.

Was he coming? Of course, if he was busy, he’d inform her, but she was sure Robert was never busy when it came to Kenzie. However, the older male knew she wasn’t gifted with patience. He’d come though, sooner or later…

Someone banged the entrance door three times. Mackenzie smirked. Three knocks, meant three things. Another glass was needed, things where about to become a lot more fun, and Robert LeBlanc was finally here. Finally.

Pushing herself to her feet, Mackenzie took her time to dust herself off and make herself look more presentable. She watched as Scruff wandered towards the entrance door, “No, I’ll get it scruff.” Kenzie quickly said, stopping the elf in his footsteps. She noticed the curiosity in the elf’s features, but he didn’t bother asking questions and decided to just continue with what else he was doing. “Oh, scruff? Get another glass…we have a visitor.” Mackenzie smirked knowingly.

Opening the door, Mackenzie leaned against the frame and looked at Robert, who stood before her, looking presentable and gorgeous. Still holding the glass in her grasp, she tilted her head to the left slightly, “I was beginning to wonder if you where going to come or not. I was on the verge of inviting someone else.” Kenzie stated in a casual, soft tone. Losing the battle to stop a smile from forming, the grin broke onto her lips,

Moving closer to him, she planted a small kiss on his lips. It was a shame he was married, he was going to such a waste. But, in all honesty, that didn’t stop Mackenzie. It only made the situation that they found themselves in that much more exhilarating. The first time in years she finally felt alive and she only had the man who stood in front of her to thank for that.

Breaking the kiss, she led Robert into her home. “So how has your day been? It couldn’t be possibly any worse than how shitty mines has been. I’ve been on the verge of killing four of my employees.” The witch mumbled as they entered the main room, which she was previously in only a few moments beforehand. Then scruff returned, holding the alcohol, “I assumed you’d like a drink…” She trailed off taking the glass of the elf and offering it to Robert.

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[Robert Victor LeBlanc]

As he waited, Robert glanced around. He hoped no one was like watching him or something. He would have a lot of explaining to do to various people. Nah? Who the heck follows a headmaster around? No one, that's what. Robert was just being paranoid. Shaking the thought away, Robert plucked off some lint that was lingering on his tie. Then again, he didn't expect that it would be on his neck from much longer.

A smirk tugged at his lips hearing footsteps on the opposite side of the door. He raised an eyebrow. "Someone else? You can't possibly be telling me there is someone else who you would rather see other than me," Robert said with a scoff. "Of course, I came, why wouldn't I?" he added. He grinned like a school-boy as she kissed him. There was something about the affection from a woman that made Robert feel like he was on the top of the world It didn't matter who it was from, just as long as they were young and beautiful. Mackenzie was one of the few, that had captured Robert entirely. She was one woman he hadn't stopped seeing since they first began. Robert wondered if she knew she wasn't the only one.

Robert blew out hot air from his nose. He really didn't want to discuss his day, or past couple weeks for that matter. "Trust me babe, my day - no, past week or two was a million times worse than you one day," he said, grimly. She thought being on the verge of killing four employees was bad? Try the burning need for revenge. There wasn't much from keeping Robert from going after Jack Lestrange on his own. He knew, the wizard was powerful and wouldn't like that fact that Robert was searching for a way to remove the horocrux from Kelsey. Oh, yes there was another thing to add to the list. Also, Robert's eldest son was now a vampire, dating that Weasley bitch, oh - and his youngest son was practically dying as each day went by. Her day had nothing on his entire life.

Robert took the glass from Mackenzie. "You know me too well," he mused with a smirk. He took a deep sip of the stiff drink. Firewhiskey didn't burn anymore. It was just something else he could drink like it was water. Robert set down his drink, and settled himself down on Mackenzie's couch. He loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his suit coat, and vest - figuring those would be removed later anyway. "For having had a bad day Mackenzie, you are still extremely beautiful," Robert complimented, admiring her hair, eyes, face, and the rest of her body.

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[kenzie]

When feeling like shit and a complete utter mess of yourself, there was only one person that Mackenzie Harris turned to. Robert LeBlanc. Every time he was around, the stress, frustration, boredom, however the hell she was feeling, evaporated. He had her like that, the attention that the older male gave her was amazing, it was what she craved for, like an addict craved for alcohol or drugs, she craved for him, his taste, everything.

Oh how his words where so sadly correct. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else she wanted to see more than Robert, as of present. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you love. You can‘t possibly think there is just you in the picture.” Kenzie teased him with a small, playful wink. In his presence, the more care-free Mackenzie was revealed, not the cold, bitchy boss everyone made her out to be. “Why wouldn’t you?” She repeated, pretending to think of reasons, “I can think of a few.” She began, switching her gaze to his left hand, indicating the wedding band on his finger. “But, you came, and that is all that matters right now.” Mackenzie stated, feeling rather victorious, that he had went out of his way to come see her, even if he was just lazing about, she could tell he scrubbed up a bit before coming and that had to be considered effort.

So, his life wasn’t going all that tremendous at the moment. She was determined to change that for a few hours tonight. “I actually don’t doubt that.” Kenzie stated simply, bring the crystal glass to her lips and talking another small sip of the fire whiskey. Robert was a married man, with children, who would expect his life to always be grand or peachy. Complications came with such big responsibilities, such as a husband, father and headmaster of one of the greatest magical school of all time. And while he stressed out, her life was going pretty darn well if she may say so herself. She was a well known designer, had enough money to keep her happy, had a beautiful home, and was currently entangled in a mind blowing affair with a married man. Perfect? She thought so…

Once Robert set his drink down, loosened his tie and granted her a small compliment, Mackenzie smirked in amusement. Slipping off the daring red trench coat, it fell to the floor, revealing her long, slender legs and a knee-length black dress. The younger witch climbed on top of the male and pierced him with her eyes, “Well placed flattery can move mountains, I’m sure of it.” She stated, her smirk still maintained on her plumped lips. Bringing her fingers to his tie, she quickly whipped it off, allowing it to drop beside her. “And for having such a crappy week, month or whatever, I think you deserve a little time away from it all…” She whispered to him, rather seductively as her fingers moved down his torso slowly, “What do you think?” Kenzie asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she brought her lips closer to his, making sure they didn’t touch, just yet.

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[Robert Victor LeBlanc]

Robert chuckled. Would he mind if there really was someone else? In truth, no he wouldn't. In fact, Robert wouldn't blame her if she wanted their relationship to end. After all, Robert was married. Luckily, over the past years, Robert had been able to keep all his affairs secret. Most of them were just one-nighters, nothing significant. This one, however, was much more than one night. It was even more than just sex, it was on a much more personal level. It was the one thing Robert wanted to avoid. He told himself he'd break it off one day but, with things being so....as the were, he couldn't do it. Robert actually needed her.

He followed Kenzie's gaze with a heavy heart. Apart of him felt guilty for all of this. Mandy was probably the best wife around but, they weren't exactly put together well. Robert chose to marry her out of the few "good choices" his father thought would work to help the Death Eater cause. That was a mistake, one among many. However, Robert didn't completely regret that decision. Had he not married Mandy, he would have never had his three children. Despite his failure to be a father, Robert still loved them will all his heart. "I'm actually glad you asked," Robert said, drawing away from his thoughts. "Had you not, I probably wouldn't look as spectaular as I do now," he explain, his face wide with an egotistical smirk.

For now, Robert forced himself to forget the past couple of weeks. He needed to forget about what he had said to his son's girlfriend, what his said to his children, and most important, forget his burning rage against Lestrange. Robert watched Mackenzie take off her coat, and as always, sat back to admire her. He thought she had to be one of the most georgeous, ambitious, women he had ever met. She was talented, he knew, in more ways than one. Kenzie had so much going for her, she had a bright future and yet, here she was with Robert. A married man, almost old enough to be her father, and someone who's life was an utter mess. He couldn't fathom why she kept him around. Robert certainly would not question it.

Robert continued to watch Kenzie, like a boy who just saw his first pair of hooters. As she didn't waste time, either did Robert. When she had herself on top of him, his hands went to her legs. He gently stroked the perfectly smooth surface of her skin, traveling up her thighs, up her sides, and to her back. It was really a marvel in the world, to all men really, how easily a woman could just give you a look, and touch, and have you completely powerless. "I think that's a good idea," Robert replied quietly. As if it were too much of a temptation, Robert pulled Kenzie closer to him and kissed her with such of a degree of intensity full of passion, lust, love, and frustration. This definitely was just what he needed. A release.

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[kenzie]

What was only meant to be a one night stand, turned out to be so much more in their case. Although it was against all the rules of an affair, Mackenzie was far beyond the feelings of a simple basic crush. What they had was supposed to be based around sex and lust, but why had it become so much more? That’s how it was for Mackenzie at least. Robert was married, he had boundaries, some in which he had broken because of her, and at the end of the day it was all end the same. What they had, could be considered a relationship, only hidden from peering eyes, but that already had a label, which was a scandalous affair, something the two had engaged into without even realizing it themselves.

The goose bumps crawled up her spine, her stomach jolted and a thousand electric bolts shot through her with his simple touch. It was uncontrollable, the fatal attraction she felt for him and the rein he had over her. This infatuation with him with difficult to control, she was well aware that he was out of her league, out of boundaries, but when you tell a girl she can’t have something, she only wants it more. And the more she told herself she couldn’t have Robert, she only wanted him which lead to events and ‘little get togethers’ such as these.

His hands slowly wandering up her thighs, sides and then to her back. Letting her eyelids close, she took a moment to inhale his smell, to memorize his touch and to fall into complete bliss. She could feel his breath on her lips, the closeness made her heart leap. It was amazing, just being able to be so close to him, to take the chance to remind herself how good she had it. “I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you how amazing you are.” Considering they where sharing compliments, she didn’t see the harm in admitting the truth out loud. But what she had said was nothing but the truth, he was amazing and he made her feel amazing, how could that be possible?

Their lips met for a second time. This time, the kiss was filled with overwhelming emotions; it only brought Mackenzie the satisfaction that she yearned for. From the very kiss that they where currently sharing, she could feel all the emotions that he was giving her, and every emotion she could return through the kiss. Snaking her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer to her, if that was possible. The intensity of the kiss could cause her to melt in his arms; there was no doubting they where on fire. Moving her lips, she left a small trail of kisses from his lips, down his jaw, to his neck. Then moving her hands down his body, she explored it like she had never done so before. Finding his belt, she unbuckled it while still planting small kisses on his neck. Then tugging on her own dress she pulled it over her head and threw it across the room, revealing her lingerie. ”Finally” she whispered with a smile, bringing her lips to meet his again.

[Robert Victor LeBlanc]

Robert wasn't sure exactly what was happening between himsefl and Mackenzie. He knew that their interactions had lasted way longer than he originally intended. You could say they had a dysfunctional relationship. In fact, all of Robert's relationships were like that. Robert hadn't expected things with Mackenzie to turn out how the had. He didn't regret it but, then again he did. It certainly wouldn't look good if he was ever caught. Luckily, so far he hadn't.

In a way, Robert believed that he could just leave his family. He never would but, the option was there. He could leave them, and start all over with Mackenzie. After all, he was pretty positive she wouldn't object if he ever made that offer. It was a horrible thought really. Robert had broken his family once already. A second time might completely destory his children. That was something he couldn't live with. He wouldn't necessarily leave, he could just fake his dead. It would be rather easy, being a wizard and all. Then, he could just change his name and run off somewhere, bringing Mackenzie with him. He had friends in other countries that could help him out.

Robert abandoned those thoughts for now. It was hard for him to think about anything really when he was busy snogging with this beautiful young woman. He felt his muscles relax as they shared a rather firey kiss, well most of his muscles anyway. All his anxieties and stress from the past weeks seemingly melted away. He concentrated on nothing else except Mackenzie. His hands gently wandered along her back, sides, and thighs. A smirk appeared as Robert caught his breath while Mackenzie roamed around, finding his belt. He removed it, as she pulled off her dress. Smirking, Robert entangled his hands in her hair, and guided her to his lips again. He kissed her forcefully, almost unable to get of her.

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[kenzie]

What she was feeling was pretty overwhelming. There was so much conflicting emotions. Mackenzie had always promised herself not to be the ‘other woman’ She didn’t want to be a home wrecker, and hopefully she wouldn’t be if they keep what they have under wraps. But why should she be the silver when she could be the gold? However, Kenzie was content with what she had, she was an independent woman who just didn’t have time to be tied down right now, and that was when Robert came in.

In a sense, what they had was simply meant to be. This had been going on for quite a while and both had been careful not to be caught, and their efforts had not gone unrewarded. While Robert continued being the family man, pleasing his wife and kids, Mackenzie was pleased enough to be his mistress, for as long it lasted. The downfall was, when it ended, when everything fell apart, Kenzie would still face the outcome of any ending relationship. She’d still be destroyed and cut up, but at least she knew the consequences before anything even happened.

Allowing a small moan escape her lips as he kissed her, rather forcefully, Mackenzie applied pressure to his shoulders and straddled his hips. His taste was intoxicating, his touch was like electricity, sending bolts through her body. How could one man possibly make her feel like this? Rubbing her body against his, she gently bit Robert’s lower lip playfully while her hands worked in determination to pull his pants down. Looking at him, Kenzie smiled softly, silently wondering what was running through that mind of his. It was a shame they where restricted with their time together, but Kenzie could look at the silver lining, tonight Robert was all for her, no wife or kids included…

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[Robert Victor LeBlanc]

Robert didn't quite understand why but, he had stayed with Mackenzie. He never planned on having just one other woman in his life. Just a few here and there, nothing that was like this. Even now, he had a few others on the side but, even that had died down. In fact, (write this down for the books) Robert planned on stopping all this business. He wanted to tell Mandy the truth. Divorce for them seemed nearly inevitable so, why not get it over with? Funny thing was, Robert wanted to be able to have a actual date with Mackenzie. Sure, this whole keep in a secret bit was fun, but it was getting old. Robert actually loved Mackenzie.

What Robert couldn't understand was why Kenzie stayed with him. He told he was married and had three children. Yet, she didn't seem to care. He was nearly half her age, and she didn't care. Kenzie was perfectly capable of going out, and getting someone ten times better of a man that Robert was. Still, she stayed with him, put up with all this secret bull. Of all the horrible things he had done, all the things he failed at, Robert couldn't figure out how in the hell he deserved anyone like Mackenzie. He was certain she deserved better than him, yet she wanted him.

Robert let out a soft groan feeling her body rub against his. He felt better than ever. There wasn't a care in the world for him. There were no problems, no wife, no kids, no work just...her and him - and a certain part of him that was sticking out profusely right about now. Robert gazed at her, with a love-drunk look. With a small grin he said, "If you wanted my pants off...all you had to do was ask." His hand found it's way up her leg again, teasing her top panty line.

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[kenzie]

Placing a small and delicate kiss on his forehead, she pulled back to look at him, “Do you believe this is right? What we are doing, does it feel right to you?” Mackenzie asked, the question had been playing on her mind since he arrived. Mackenzie mind always seemed to played up when Robert was here, she always felt the need to ask the questions while she could.

There had been more than one hundred times that Mackenzie has rethought about her actions. Everything was for a reason though, wasn’t it? She couldn’t pull herself away from him; she was far too addicted for her own good. There was a line, a very fine line between love and lust; believe it or not that line was becoming fainter with every second she spent with Robert. He took time off from his work and personal life to be with her, but then again, she was now apart of his personal life, the personal life his wife or children failed to know about.

How would it end though? They couldn’t go on forever, Mackenzie could, but Robert wasn’t the type of man to be so secretive, he already had too much stress on his shoulders, from what he expressed earlier anyway. The worst possible dilemma would be for Mrs. LeBlanc to become aware of Robert biddings behind her back, Merlin only knows what would become of them, a divorce possibly on he horizon for Robert and as far as Kenzie was concerned, she wasn’t quiet sure whether Robert thought a divorce was plausible or not. Would he really throw away his current marriage for something more serious with her? But would there be a ‘them’ if his marriage was blissful and he was truly happy? The answer was far beyond her knowledge.

Grinning to herself as the groan escape his lips, her grey eyes moved to meet his and for a moment all she did was stare, her eyes showing every emotion she felt for him, the love, lust, passion and devotion. Kenzie was well aware he was drunk, but there was an only rare time when he wasn’t drunk. He had a strong bond with alcohol; there was no doubt about it. Smiling at his words, she leaned her forehead against his, “Maybe I don’t want your pants off…” Her tone was innocent but the hint of seduction was still noticeable. Robert’s hand snaked up her legs to her panty line, and that was when he began teasing her. Closing her eyes, she chewed on her lower lip, “You’ve really got to stop teasing me, or I’ll just have to tease you…” Mackenzie whispered in his ear and she trailed her fingers up his leg and then came in contact with his perceptible arousal. Slowly rubbing him for a few moments, she then managed to pull her hand away quickly and she arched an eyebrow, “Teasing isn’t that nice.” Kenzie informed him with a playful smirk.

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[Robert Victor LeBlanc]

Robert sighed, and frowned breifly at Mackenzie's question. No, this wasn't right. Did if feel right was just an entire different question. Morally, it wasn't right. Robert was married and the only woman he should be with is his wive. He, however, didn't love her the same way anymore. Hoenstly, she was getting rather annoying. She just...constantly bought things for herself, the house...things they really just didn't need. Yet, she had to buy them.

He reached up and cupped her cheek, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb. "It's not right for me, to be here with you. I want to be here with you. If I didn't I wouldn't have shown up," Robert said gently, surprised by his own sincereity. He often struggled with being all sentimental, and talking about his feelings. Emotions was not an area Robert really liked to meddle in. Half the time, he didn't even know how he felt himself about certain things. This was one of them. Although he had everything prepared to divorce Mandy, he just wasn't sure if he actually could do it. Moslty because he was positive his children would really hate them for leaving her.

Robert wondered if Mackenzie would be ready to be with him, a more complete relationship. He didn't want to repeat his same mistakes if things later on led to marriage. If a divorce ever took place, Robert wondered if he would even ever marry again. He couldn't understand how some woman could possibly love him - the drunk, whose family hates him, and who has a lot of issues. Not to mention, he really planned on getting back at Jack Lestrange, which would probably mean war between the two men. He knew one thing, he didn't know himself anymore.

Robert chuckled, founding doubt in her words. He knew he wanted his pants off. They were getting to be a bit constricting. Robert grinned as her hand came in contact with his good friend. Of course, it only lasted until she stopped. "No," he said with a smirk. "But, it's so much fun." Robert slid his hand into her panties, giving her bum a quick squeeze before moving back to her front, making slow rubbing actions to her. "Besides," Robert said, pulling out his hand "You know you like it," a small grin fluttered on his face. He was always one to tease women in such a manner as this. It was fun for him.

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[kenzie]

Of course this wasn’t right! What the bloody hell where they thinking! But as it might not have been right, it felt right and wasn’t that what mattered most? That was what she believed and that was what gave her the strength to continue with what they where doing. The frown on his lips spoke silent words, they read everything she was thinking, and without even realising it, Mackenzie lips had synced Roberts, falling into a frown.

His hands carefully cupped him her cheek, like they had a thousand times before, and he caressed it gently with his thumb. It was a calming gesture, it soothed and relaxed her. Gazing at him with her soft eyes, she nodded slowly, understanding his words. “I want you here, with me.” She whispered to him as her fingers trailed through his hair. It really was what she wanted, she would much rather prefer him to be just hers and hers only, but it was a sad fact that no one got everything they ever wanted. As her she leaned her forehead lightly against his, she could feel her heart racing, like it always did when he was around, and it was no surprise that it was only him who could make her this crazy.

The thought of them together, properly, had crossed her mind more than once. Sometimes it brought her comfort when her day was going wrong, she knew she could always look to the brightside and realize that she still had Robert. Most married men didn’t usually hang around this long, or that was what the magazines and books said, and that too gave her some kind of hope. Maybe she wasn’t just another woman he was sleeping with, and would later forget about her when his marriage slowly repaired itself

Oh how she loved this. Everything about the time they spent together, whether it was having amazing sex or just spending the night talking, everything that involved him always seemed to please her. Chewing on her lip, the corners of her mouth slowly began to turn up into a small smile, “It’s only fun for-” The quick squeeze had caught her off guard, causing her to jolt slightly, but still her smile remained. Then his hand found its way to her front, slowly rubbing her. Moaning in pleasure, her eyes closed and her grip on Robert’s pants tightened. For crying out loud! The guy had the hands of god! Abruptly stopping his actions brought great displeasure to Mackenzie and she playfully glared at him, “You are a very mean man.” She stated slapping him lightly on the arm with a light-hearted laugh. “If we continue like this, we are going no where tonight. You might have to make yourself comfortable because I’m pretty sure we’ll be sleeping on the couch if you keep it up.” Although the time they spent together was passionate, they had their amusing moments too.

[Robert Victor LeBlanc]

“I want you here, with me.”

Robert's hands entangled themselves in Mackenzie's hair and he pulled her close, kissing her gently but, with passion. He wondered just how happy Mackenzie was with the fact that she was his main "other woman". Robert doubted her knowledge of the other women he sometimes romped around with, as she wasn't the only one. The difference with Mackenzie was that he kept drawing back to her. It was like some invisible force that drew him to her over and over again, and it wasn't just the sex. While the sex was great, Robert actually got more out of it than that. They had a real relationship. They talked together, laughed together, and other relationshpy things. The only thing they didn't do was go out in public together. Some day, they would.

Robert viewed Mackenzie as his second chance. He wanted to improve himself, very much so since Kelsey's incident. If it was true that people could change, Robert was going to try his hardest to do just that. Mackenzie was his second chance at having a happy, healthy relationship. He didn't really care if she was only twenty-four, as he was practically twice her age. It obviously didn't bother her either. Robert wondered what his children would think. Mackenzie was old enough to be an older sister to them. He had already asked Kelesy's opinion of a divorce, though he avoided giving her any details about Mackenzie other than her first name. His sons, he knew would be less accepting of the fact that their parents would eventually not be together.

Robert smirked, and chuckled. "It wouldn't be the first time I slept on a couch," he replied. Indeed it wouldn't be. There had been countless occassions where Mandy forced him out of their bedroom. It was all apart of being married. His fingers traveled back up her tight, resuming their previous rubbing action. Robert likes the fact that he could have such control such as this. He could easily pleasure a woman, and then quickly take it away. He knew that women could do the very same back to him but, this was still fun and pleasuring for him. This time around, he planned not stopping but instead giving Mackenzie what it was she wanted.

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[kenzie]

Truth be told, Mackenzie wanted him there everyday, but he had duties, as a husband, as a father, but also as a boyfriend. She wanted more time, she needed it, she needed her daily fix of him. It was too much to ask for though, wasn’t it? They had a good relationship as it was, even altering that in the slightest could change it drastically, something she wasn’t willing to let happen. So suggesting that he should take time away from work, his family, everything just to be with her would be incredibly greedy, and selfish. Kenzie knew first hand what it felt like to have a father being taken away by a greedy bitch who thought she had the world under her feet, stupid asshole.

And that was why Mackenzie was so reluctant to even begin an affair with Robert, her mother had taught her not to, if she did, she had to face a lot of consequences. His wife, a woman Mackenzie hoped to know nothing about, but amusing as it was, Kenzie had heard of wife before she had came in contact with Robert. However, Kenzie was positive Mrs. LeBlanc would be pretty pissed off if the affair went public, as would the rest of Robert’s family. Those consequences she could handle, but the damage that she had caused to perfectly content people, to screw things up, she just couldn’t live with. Maybe that was why she was pretty fucked, a bad childhood had many consequences, that she was sure of.

Robert’s hand tangled through her hair, his lips came in contact with hers and she kissed him gently, almost scared to kiss him too roughly. “I don’t doubt that,” Mackenzie said, a small smirk crawling onto her lips. His wife seemed like a woman who knew what she was doing. Robert’s hands fond their way back to their current position in her panties, causing her to release a moan. Her nails digging his shoulders, she brought her lips to his neck, placing small kisses and an occasional nip or so. He was good at what he done, evident that he had experience in the bedroom department, but of course, Kenzie knew that.