* I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to CSI NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D
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warning: Peyton is a part of this story.
She might make Smacked fans sort of mad in this chapter, but you will like how this story ends. :D
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Previously:
“Ma’am, my name is Mac Taylor. I’m with the NYPD – “ the woman cut him off.
“I know who you are.” She replied bluntly.
“How do you know me?”
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There was deafening silence.
To Mac’s surprise, the woman removed the gun from the side of his head and started planting light kisses on his neck. She then nibbled on his earlobe.
The kisses felt very much familiar to him.
“Peyton?” Mac couldn’t believe what he just said.
“Happy birthday, Mac.” She whispered to his ear with a heavy British accent.
She set the toy gun down on the nearby bench and turned Mac around so that they faced each other now.
“What are you doing here?” Mac was baffled and he looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“I came back… Did you miss me?” she asked innocently.
Mac didn’t know what to say or do. He just stood still; he didn’t move a muscle.
Peyton put a hand on his nape and pulled his face towards her and kissed his lips slowly and passionately. Mac kissed her back.
Mac pulled himself away from her.
“Peyton why are you here?” he was obviously confused.
“I’ll be working at the M.E.’s office again. This time, I’ll stay for good.” She gently caressed his shoulder and traced small circles on his chest.
Mac turned to face his open locker to begin dressing up for work.
“Do you mind? Umm…” he gestured for her to face away and give him some privacy.
“Oh come on, Mac. It’s not as if I’ve never seen you naked.” She laughed at him as she turned her back on him.
“You haven’t answered my question yet.” She asked him with a serious tone.
“Look Peyton, you can’t just come back here and expect nothing’s changed.” Mac was pulling his pants up.
“Well, what has changed then?” Peyton crossed her skinny arms on front of her chest.
“It’s…” He took a deep breath as he was closing the remaining buttons of his shirt. “There’s someone else now.” He walked over in front of her.
Peyton didn’t want to believe him. “If you already had someone else, why did you kiss me back?” She was testing his alibi.
Mac was irritated because Peyton refused to believe him. He picked up his bag and headed towards the exit.
Peyton hurriedly walked and caught up with him. She stepped in front of him to stop him from walking.
“You kissed back.” She raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips.
“I told you, I already have someone new.”
“I’m sorry, Mac, but I find that hard to believe.”
“Then believe this,” Mac looked her intensely in the eyes. “I’m gay.”
It took a while for Peyton to absorb what she heard. She shook her head in disbelief and froze for a moment after hearing this.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
Mac left her there in a stunned state.
~Chap. End~
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warning: Peyton is a part of this story.
She might make Smacked fans sort of mad in this chapter, but you will like how this story ends. :D
--
Previously:
“Ma’am, my name is Mac Taylor. I’m with the NYPD – “ the woman cut him off.
“I know who you are.” She replied bluntly.
“How do you know me?”
--
There was deafening silence.
To Mac’s surprise, the woman removed the gun from the side of his head and started planting light kisses on his neck. She then nibbled on his earlobe.
The kisses felt very much familiar to him.
“Peyton?” Mac couldn’t believe what he just said.
“Happy birthday, Mac.” She whispered to his ear with a heavy British accent.
She set the toy gun down on the nearby bench and turned Mac around so that they faced each other now.
“What are you doing here?” Mac was baffled and he looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“I came back… Did you miss me?” she asked innocently.
Mac didn’t know what to say or do. He just stood still; he didn’t move a muscle.
Peyton put a hand on his nape and pulled his face towards her and kissed his lips slowly and passionately. Mac kissed her back.
Mac pulled himself away from her.
“Peyton why are you here?” he was obviously confused.
“I’ll be working at the M.E.’s office again. This time, I’ll stay for good.” She gently caressed his shoulder and traced small circles on his chest.
Mac turned to face his open locker to begin dressing up for work.
“Do you mind? Umm…” he gestured for her to face away and give him some privacy.
“Oh come on, Mac. It’s not as if I’ve never seen you naked.” She laughed at him as she turned her back on him.
“You haven’t answered my question yet.” She asked him with a serious tone.
“Look Peyton, you can’t just come back here and expect nothing’s changed.” Mac was pulling his pants up.
“Well, what has changed then?” Peyton crossed her skinny arms on front of her chest.
“It’s…” He took a deep breath as he was closing the remaining buttons of his shirt. “There’s someone else now.” He walked over in front of her.
Peyton didn’t want to believe him. “If you already had someone else, why did you kiss me back?” She was testing his alibi.
Mac was irritated because Peyton refused to believe him. He picked up his bag and headed towards the exit.
Peyton hurriedly walked and caught up with him. She stepped in front of him to stop him from walking.
“You kissed back.” She raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips.
“I told you, I already have someone new.”
“I’m sorry, Mac, but I find that hard to believe.”
“Then believe this,” Mac looked her intensely in the eyes. “I’m gay.”
It took a while for Peyton to absorb what she heard. She shook her head in disbelief and froze for a moment after hearing this.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
Mac left her there in a stunned state.
~Chap. End~
