So this is my second SMacked fic and I got the idea from a pick on this spot...I won't tell you which one because it'll kind of spoil the fic ;D
Enjoy! =D
Another day at the lab; another case successfully cracked by the team. This case, however, was very important to Mac because the victim was a close friend of Claire’s and he would have felt like he was letting her down had he not caught the murderer.
Stella was the only one he told about this connection to the victim; none of the others even suspected anything. After all they had been good friends for a long time and they both knew they could rely on each other whenever they needed someone to just listen to the other. It has always been that way and neither of them wanted that to change. It became routine almost, a sort of reflex, when something goes wrong they talk to the other about it.
Stella pushed the rest of the team to work harder but without telling them the reason why, and she was good at that, as Mac himself witnessed. He smiled to himself every time Danny or Hawkes made a comment about it being the ‘time of the month’ for Stella. Even Stella knew that that was what they were thinking but she never snapped and told them it was because of the significance of this case to Mac.
It was getting late and the team were tired and as routine allowed, Stella went into Mac’s office to say goodbye and make sure he would be off home soon before leaving the lab.
‘Mac, get some rest, you earned it. See you tomorrow.’
Mac only smiled at this and nodded his goodbye, secretly watching her walk away. Stella had only been gone five seconds and he found himself moving to leave as well. Just as he put his jacket on and made his way out of his office, he saw that Stella hadn’t gone too far, and yet again he smiled knowing that she would actually make sure he left for his house before she left, not trusting he would go home otherwise.
‘Stella!’
Mac called after her, as she spun around on her heels. She saw him purposefully stride towards her and she couldn’t discern his expression. She thought it were anger, but wouldn’t quite believe it.
He walked up to her and pushed her up against the wall that was mere inches behind her, their bodies pressed up close against one another, his hands holding on tight to her hips, her hands in limbo, still not registering what Mac was doing; he was fervently kissing her until he had to stop for oxygen.
‘Mac...’
She stated more than asked rather breathlessly, his body still pressed up against hers.
‘There are still people in the lab who might see us and...’
She was cut off by Mac rather swiftly, as he somehow managed to catch his breath faster than her.
‘I don’t care. They can do what they like. Do you care?’
She thought she replied ‘No’ but no sound came out of her mouth. She didn’t want to break the intense gaze she was under, and for the first time, she saw lust in his eyes, but not just lust; love.
He played with a bit of her hair and said gently to her.
‘I need you, Stell. I know I may have realised too late and you’ve probably already found someone...’
This time he was cut off swiftly by her mouth covering his own, her hands no longer in limbo, but pulling him closer to her.
People were watching. They didn’t care.
Enjoy! =D
Another day at the lab; another case successfully cracked by the team. This case, however, was very important to Mac because the victim was a close friend of Claire’s and he would have felt like he was letting her down had he not caught the murderer.
Stella was the only one he told about this connection to the victim; none of the others even suspected anything. After all they had been good friends for a long time and they both knew they could rely on each other whenever they needed someone to just listen to the other. It has always been that way and neither of them wanted that to change. It became routine almost, a sort of reflex, when something goes wrong they talk to the other about it.
Stella pushed the rest of the team to work harder but without telling them the reason why, and she was good at that, as Mac himself witnessed. He smiled to himself every time Danny or Hawkes made a comment about it being the ‘time of the month’ for Stella. Even Stella knew that that was what they were thinking but she never snapped and told them it was because of the significance of this case to Mac.
It was getting late and the team were tired and as routine allowed, Stella went into Mac’s office to say goodbye and make sure he would be off home soon before leaving the lab.
‘Mac, get some rest, you earned it. See you tomorrow.’
Mac only smiled at this and nodded his goodbye, secretly watching her walk away. Stella had only been gone five seconds and he found himself moving to leave as well. Just as he put his jacket on and made his way out of his office, he saw that Stella hadn’t gone too far, and yet again he smiled knowing that she would actually make sure he left for his house before she left, not trusting he would go home otherwise.
‘Stella!’
Mac called after her, as she spun around on her heels. She saw him purposefully stride towards her and she couldn’t discern his expression. She thought it were anger, but wouldn’t quite believe it.
He walked up to her and pushed her up against the wall that was mere inches behind her, their bodies pressed up close against one another, his hands holding on tight to her hips, her hands in limbo, still not registering what Mac was doing; he was fervently kissing her until he had to stop for oxygen.
‘Mac...’
She stated more than asked rather breathlessly, his body still pressed up against hers.
‘There are still people in the lab who might see us and...’
She was cut off by Mac rather swiftly, as he somehow managed to catch his breath faster than her.
‘I don’t care. They can do what they like. Do you care?’
She thought she replied ‘No’ but no sound came out of her mouth. She didn’t want to break the intense gaze she was under, and for the first time, she saw lust in his eyes, but not just lust; love.
He played with a bit of her hair and said gently to her.
‘I need you, Stell. I know I may have realised too late and you’ve probably already found someone...’
This time he was cut off swiftly by her mouth covering his own, her hands no longer in limbo, but pulling him closer to her.
People were watching. They didn’t care.