Disclaimer: Alas, still no.
A/N: The final chapter! I meant to post this earlier, but the finale put too many ideas into my head. Regardless: this is it, the last chapter of Sacrifice Theory, the final battle, the imminent showdown; however you want to refer to it. Leave me one last review?
She tugged at the collar of his shirt, pulling him over her as she lay back on the couch. He placed his hands against the leather hesitantly and she smiled against his mouth as he framed her torso with his arms. She leaned up to deepen the kiss and he pulled back nervously, eyes wide as he appraised her.
"Relax," she laughed quietly and kissed him gently. Cassidy sighed and nodded a little, gaining more confidence as he leaned down to kiss her again.
The door burst open and Mac groaned as he scrambled off of her. She sighed quietly and sat up when she heard Dick's voice in the foyer. Her eyes widened and she looked at her boyfriend, whose expression vaguely resembled that of someone who had just seen a ghost.
Scrambling off the couch, she all but ran into the foyer to intercept the fight that was bound to happen once Dick saw his younger brother. She placed her hands on Dick's shoulders and shoved him back out the front door, turning her head to glance at Cassidy before they were both outside and she could no longer see him.
Dick pulled away from her and turned to face her frantically. "Beaver!"
"Dick, calm down-"
"You dumped me for Beaver!"
Mac rolled her eyes and put her hands on his shoulders again. "What are you going to do? Beat him senseless? We never even worked all that well!"
"Dude, so not the point," Dick furrowed his brow. She blinked.
"Then what is the point?"
He waved his hands in the air, flustered. "You chose my baby brother!"
"Oh, God," she groaned. She opened her mouth to continue when he smirked and cut her off.
"Can he make you groan like that?"
Mac stared at him incredulously, then proceeded to burst out laughing. She leaned against the front door for support and tilted her head back as giggles continued to bubble up her throat and out into the evening air. Dick stared at her, folding his arms in front of his chest defensively.
"Dick," she gasped, attempting to catch her breath. "Oh, fuck," she laughed again and smacked her palm against her forehead. He crinkled his brow.
"Well, glad you find this so 'entertaining,'" he put air quotes around the last word. "Now are you going to let me in or am I going to have to wait until the Beaver gets home?"
Sighing, she replied, "Look, Dick, just let it go. We had fun while it lasted, can't we just leave it at that?"
He rolled his eyes, "Next it's going to be-" he affected a high-pitched, breathy voice "-'It's not you, it's me!'" He rolled his eyes again and she smacked him in the chest, sending him stumbling back a bit from the force.
"You are the most annoying-"
"-ly hot sex you've ever had?"
Mac narrowed her eyes. "Go home, Dick." She turned on her heel and walked back into the house, shutting the door firmly behind her. She flipped the deadbolt and sighed as she walked back into the living room. Cassidy sat on the couch, stock still, face pale and eyes wide with horror.
Smiling softly, she crawled onto his lap and kissed his forehead gently. "Hey," she whispered. "He's gone; relax," she smiled reassuringly and kissed him lightly.
"Fuck," he laughed shakily and relaxed a little, slumping against the back of the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck loosely and leaned down to kiss him again.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Yeah, I'm good." She smiled and kissed his cheek gently. He swallowed audibly and closed his eyes as she rested her head on his chest.
Veronica giggled against his mouth and tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He pulled away from her to better accommodate the action and she immediately attached her lips to his again once she had flung the material to the floor.
Logan ran his hands up into her hair and guided her toward his bed, pulling her down onto his lap once he was sitting on the mattress. She trailed kisses down his jaw as the both fell back on the mattress, and she sighed contentedly when he flipped them over and covered her completely. He slid his hands down her sides and tugged at the waistband of her skirt, nipping at the exposed flesh of her collarbone as she ran her fingers through his hair.
And then his cell phone rang.
"Ignore it," she gasped and pulled him up for a needy kiss, threading her fingers more firmly into his hair as he returned the embrace. The phone stopped ringing a moment later and he sighed against her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck and across her clavicle.
Something hit the window with a loud thwack and he grumbled as he crawled off of her and went to investigate the sound. She rolled her eyes and sat up, flushed and panting and annoyed.
"Get back here," she demanded. Logan smirked apologetically at her and looked out the window, checking or the source of the interruption. A tiny rock hit the window and he narrowed his eyes when he spotted a familiar head of blonde hair on the ground outside the house.
He threw open the window and leaned against the sill impatiently. "Oh, Romeo, Romeo!" he called dramatically. "Wherefore art thou Romeo?" Veronica giggled from her position on the bed and he smiled at her before turning back to the window. "Deny thy father-"
"Dude, let me in!" Dick called. Logan shook his head.
"Dude, if the door is locked it means play time is over!"
"Like you aren't playing with Veronica right now," Dick protested.
"Well, I'd offer to let you join but I think that would just end in pain for all parties involved," Logan retorted. Veronica climbed off the bed and pulled her tank top back on before wandering over to her boyfriend and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.
She placed kisses along his shoulder blades and ran her hands across his abdomen, sufficiently distracting him. Dick shouted up from the ground and Logan told him to go home before all but slamming the window shut and turning around. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely, making quick work of her shirt as he led her back over to the bed.
He sighed heavily and walked into the house, shutting the door quietly behind him so as not to wake anyone else. He wasn't in the mood for father-son bonding time. He just wanted to get drunk and go to bed.
Walking into the kitchen to get something out of the liquor cabinet, he froze when he spotted his little brother digging in the fridge. His eyes narrowed and he tossed his keys onto the counter, no longer caring who he woke.
Cassidy jumped and smacked the back of his head against a shelf. He turned around a second later and timidly shut the fridge door, eyes darting between his brother and the doorway.
Dick drummed his fingers on the counter and raised an eyebrow, waiting for the younger Casablancas to make the first move. Cassidy ran his palms over his jeans and then swallowed audibly before darting out of the room and through the doorway. Dick chased after him and they clambered through the living room, both of them sliding on the hardwood flooring in the foyer.
Cassidy scrambled up the stairs and Dick followed on his heels, randomly grabbing for his little brother as they both cleared the railing and went flying down the hall. Cassidy made it to his room first and was just about to slam the door shut when Dick caught it with his hand and flung it open, sending the younger boy flailing as he attempted to regain his balance.
"Dick, don't do this," he panted and ran around the other side of the bed, using the mattress as a temporary shield until he could get out of the room again. Dick rolled his eyes and stood in front of the door.
"Dude, it's in the brotherly love codebook that you don't steal your flesh and blood's girl," Dick reprimanded. Cassidy blinked.
"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."
A moment later Dick tackled him to the floor and he cried out in pain as they wrestled with each other for control of the situation. Dick rolled them over and straddled Cassidy's back, pinning his wrists behind his back.
"How the hell did you win that battle, anyway?"
Cassidy rolled his eyes and jerked his hands out of Dick's grip, flipping them over and putting his older brother in a headlock.
"It wasn't a battle! She just wanted me more," he groaned when Dick flipped him over and pinned him to the carpet.
"For your awesome skills in bed?" Dick scoffed. "Dude, do you even know what to do with a girl like Mac?"
Cassidy stared up at his brother incredulously. "What the hell does that mean?"
Dick rolled his eyes. "The girl needs excitement, Beaver!" He threw his hands up in the air, a 'duh' expression on his face as he did so. Cassidy took advantage of the opportunity and flipped them over again, pressing Dick's face into the carpet.
"You don't know what you're talking about," he bit out. Dick laughed and the sound was muffled by the Febreze-scented carpet. He rolled over and kept going until he was lying a good five feet away from his little brother and laughed again.
"Well, look at that," he chuckled. "Beaver's in love."
Cassidy glared at him and sat up, folding his arms across his bent knees as he pulled them up to his chest. "Shut up, Dick."
Widening his eyes, "Dude, Beaver's in love!"
"Can you leave and let me go to sleep now?"
Dick snickered, "That's awesome, man."
"Dick, come on."
He stood and continued to chuckle, shaking his head as he headed toward the door. "Has she told you that she likes it rough?"
Cassidy was up like a shot. "Don't talk about Mac like that."
"Ooh," Dick held up his hands and widened his eyes comically. "Defensive boyfriend mode!"
He hit the ground with a groan a minute later and Cassidy pulled him into a headlock before he could continue.
Veronica pouted cutely and folded her arms in front of her chest. She stared at him with wide, innocent eyes, and fought not to smile when he rolled his eyes. Logan sighed and opened his arms for her, pulling her off the surfboard and hugging her tightly as the waves crashed subtly against them.
"If I get all bruised up then I won't be pretty any more," she explained. "And then what would you do?"
"Find another pretty girl to have insanely hot sex with?" he questioned. She pouted again and he smirked, kissing her soundly as they both started drifting toward shore.
"You better not," she said quietly. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his surfboard, dragging her back onto the sand and toward Wallace. He set the board next to the rest of their stuff and sat down, allowing his girlfriend to plop down in his lap.
Wallace shook his head. "I don't think I have ever seen someone with that little of an aptitude for surfing."
"Coordination and I do not mix," she shook her head. "I'm lucky I can walk straight most days."
"And that you don't look like Dick…"
She turned around to look at Logan and raised a confused eyebrow. "Why would my lack of coordination make me look like Dick?" He pointed toward the threesome that was walking toward them and her eyes widened. "Oh!" she nodded.
"Dude, if I had known you would go home and stick your head in the stair railing when I rejected you I would've done it a lot sooner," Logan called. Dick grumbled as he sat down next to him and Cassidy and Mac followed suit, Cassidy looking only a little worse off than his older brother.
Mac shook her head, "I got a call at two in the morning from Mr. Casablancas about his boys fighting over me. Fairly embarrassing."
Veronica grinned, "What else is to be expected of such a hot girl?" she slapped Mac's thigh playfully.
"Honey, is there something you need to tell me?" Logan questioned. "Because if so, then please let me go home and get the video camera first." Veronica slapped him in the chest and he grinned. Mac blushed and looked down at her lap.
"Dude, I'm so in," Dick proclaimed. Mac cuffed him on the back of the head and he cried out in protest.
"You aren't in anything anymore," she retorted. "So shut it."
The rest of the group burst out laughing at Dick's flustered expression and he rolled his eyes when he saw Cassidy intertwine his fingers with Mac's.
"Okay, dude, whatever," he shook his head. "But if you two don't stop being so fucking cutesy I may gag."
"And that, my friends, is jealousy at its finest," Logan grinned. Dick rolled his eyes and shoved his brother as he headed toward the water, surfboard in hand. Cassidy protested loudly and then scrambled to his feet before being pulled back down by his girlfriend. He raised an eyebrow.
Mac patted his arm lightly, "Any more bruises and you'll look like Violet Beauregard."
He glared playfully at her and she smiled cheekily as she leaned over and kissed him.
"Dude, enough with the PDA!" Dick shouted from the water. He shook his head as he climbed onto his surfboard and Mac rolled her eyes before resting her head on Cassidy's shoulder and turning her attention toward the rest of the group.