Pairing-Smacked
Rating-T (ish)
Disclaimer-Again, I own nothing.
Please review! :D
“You finally ready, Stella?”
“Yeah. I am.” She followed Mac out of the room and towards the lab where Danny was waiting for them. “Sorry about what happened in there, I really don’t know what got to me.”
“Don’t worry about it; we all get caught up in little things sometimes and completely ignore someone who we’re supposed to be talking too.” He đã đưa ý kiến with a smirk.
“Oh shut up, Mac.” Stella đã đưa ý kiến playfully punching Mac’s shoulder
bởi this point, they had finally arrived at the lab where Danny was waiting for them.
“So Danny, bạn đã đưa ý kiến bạn may have a lead on the case?”
“Yep. Sure do, Mac. See when I ran the fibers under a mass spectrometry test and as it turns out, as you’ll see bởi the results, there’s a few huge spikes, in the aromatic region, which lead me to believe that this fiber sample was overwhelmed bởi something called Polychlorinated Biphenyl, hoặc PCB for short.”
Danny gave Mac the results sheet and Mac looked at it intensely, just as if he was trying to piece together this puzzle mentally.
I really need to stop thinking about him. It’s driving me crazy inside. What I would give to be that mass spectrometry results sheet right now. Just feeling his fingers grasp onto me would be Heaven on Earth. Just feeling his warmth, feeling his…
“You đã đưa ý kiến bạn found this near the Hudson River, right Danny?” Danny nodded and Mac continued, “Well, a few years ago, PCB was found in heavy concentrations in and around the Hudson River area and maybe our suspect worked on the Hudson hoặc at the art school that’s located near the river as well. Its illegal to use PCB now because of the severe health risks associated with it, so now that we know that our potential suspect deals with PCB, we can try and track them down bởi finding out how many people have illegally bought PCB in the past few months.”
I mean, this is ridiculous. I don’t even know why I’m having this conversation with myself right now. I must be crazy, thinking my friend, and for that matter my “boss” is not only attractive, but I would actually want to DO something with him.
“Will do, Mac. I’ll run this over to Adam and see what he can hack his way into. Oh, bởi the way, when Sid was performing the autopsy on our vic, he found some little peculiar things as well. I have an idea on what it is, but I was wondering if bạn two would mind checking it out for me as a consult?”
“That I can, Danny. Let me know what Adam can do.” Mac đã đưa ý kiến as he walked over to the áo, áo khoác rack and put on a lab coat.
Stella, interrupted from her musings about Mac, smiled and đã đưa ý kiến “No problem Danny.” With that, Danny was gone.
Now, where was I? Oh right, obsessive compulsive moment of the day, no, month, no, time span of human existence: Mac. She looked up from her microscope to the other side of the bàn where Mac was examining a paintbrush, until he caught her looking at him. Their eyes locked onto each other, like a targeting device, for what seemed like hours, even though it was just a few seconds. She nonchalantly got back to her work just as if nothing had ever happened. His eyes are much thêm noticeable now than they were a few hours ago. Like there’s a new ngọn lửa, chữa cháy inside of them, a new…something inside of them. Either that, hoặc there’s a new ngọn lửa, chữa cháy inside of me that’s just craving that lab áo, áo khoác and that tease of a dark Sô cô la brown áo sơ mi of his as well and what’s under that…[i]
“Mac, I just remembered that I needed to take care of something. I’ll be right back.”
Without even staying long enough to hear Mac’s response, Stella ran to the farthest away restroom, spun around, and locked the door.
Breathlessly, she ran over to one of the sinks and attempted to hold onto the sink for support. She looked at herself in the mirror, while still trying to catch her breath, and looked back down at the sink, staring at the little water droplets that hadn’t evaporated yet. It was like someone had unplug a dam inside of her mind. Thoughts, memories, scents, colors, words, everything ran through her mind at an alarming rate. Memory networks fired their neurons all at the same time making her feel heavy with everything that she had consciously hoặc unconsciously stored. They all focused on one thing: Mac. In the midst of the heaviness, she could hear a song play in her mind, “the sweet caress of twilight, there’s magic everywhere, and with all this romantic atmosphere, disaster’s in the air.”
[i]“Can bạn Feel the tình yêu Tonight?!” Is that the best song that I can think of right now? Of all the songs in the world that I could think of, I had to pick THIS one?
As she was musing, her mind focused on one particular series of memories that dealt with Mac. Peyton. Harsh hình ảnh flooded her mind of Peyton wrapping her stupid thin arms around Mac’s muscular body and feeling enraged with envy and anger. An image of Peyton and Mac dancing slowly together to an internal song barreled its way from Stella’s mind and into her heart. She immediately snapped her head upwards so she could look in the mirror again and thắt lưng, vành đai out “And bạn know I’ll be standing here still, I’ll be waiting for you, here inside my heart, I’m the one who wants to tình yêu bạn more. Who will see I can give you, everything bạn need, let me be the one to tình yêu bạn more.” She looked at herself in the mirror again, and saw Mac’s eyes staring back at her. As sweat droplets were starting to pour out, she nervously turned around to see if he was behind her. Nothing. Just the lonely, black, restroom stalls. She turned back around and turned on the cold water. Pull yourself together, Bonasera. Just because bạn think, no bạn didn’t see his delicious eyes in the mirror does not mean anything. After letting it run for a few moments, she splashed water on her face, trying to regain composure. I did not see his eyes because he’s obviously not here.
She found a corner and slid down the tường of it so she was now facing those lonely stalls. The dark green tiles of the restroom mirrored her emotions right now. I didn’t even know I still knew “To tình yêu bạn More.” I haven’t sung it since…she put her hands over her face, and suddenly realized that they were wet with her new tears…I haven’t heard it hoặc sang it since…since…Take me back in the arms I love, Need me like bạn did before, Touch me once again And remember when, There was no one that bạn wanted more…since..that one night. A few months ago. hình ảnh flashed in front of her eyes. She was searching for the exact night, that one night. Of course. The NYPD Charity Ball. See me as if bạn never knew, Hold me so bạn can't let go, Just believe in me, I will make bạn see, All the things that your tim, trái tim needs to know. How could I have forgotten that? That was the night when I was face to face with a tux clad Mac. And, it was also the night that I saw him perform. Danny and Adam were pressuring him to get up and play with the 80’s cover band at the ball, and he finally caved in...however, he wanted to do it all along because he just happened to have his âm bass, tiếng bass, bass with him that night. Damn. He looked so incredibly sexy that night. Between his intense facial expressions while playing that bass, and his skinny red tie, and his fiery eyes…he was sex personified. If someone were to reach down into the word sex and pull out a human form, that human form would have been Mac, at that moment, wearing that freaking tux with that skinny red tie, and playing that âm bass, tiếng bass, bass in a positively orgasmic manner. Sex would finally have a heartbeat, it would be human, it would have the ability to touch. To taste. To smell. To fu…. Why can I not go one ngày without thinking about him? Thinking about his eyes, his smile, his scent…or thinking about using my handcuffs for something other than arresting people. Like a dominatrix. With a whip. In full S&M gear….wanting it, wanting him so badly, but…
“Fzzt.” For the một giây time today, Stella was interrupted bởi her musings of Mac. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the air freshener on the tường on the other side of the restroom. A sweet red rose smell started to fill the room.
Roses. Soothing. Seductive in nature. Wonder what it would be like to sprinkle them on a bed. All over the bed. Silk sheets. Dark Sô cô la brown silk sheets. Mac on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the bed. Wearing nothing but rose pedals. Magic. His spell, it hits you, bạn loose in a passionate vigor of sexual feelings, in his ‘see right through you’ eye glare, beckoning you, telling bạn to ‘come hither,’ with his voice…
“Knock. Knock. Knock.”
There’s other restrooms in this place so maybe they’ll leave. Hopefully.
“Knock. Knock. Knock.” The knocking was louder now. thêm profound. Determined. Powerful.
“Knock. Knock. Knock.” “Stella, I know you’re in there.”
His voice…
All time stopped. Stella knew exactly how many breaths she was taking and how many giây were in between each breath. She knew the rate at which the faucet was dripping.
“You cannot hide from me. I’m right outside the door, Stella. There’s no where else to go.” He purred deeply
Oh God. Is THAT what I’m doing? Am I really hiding from him? From everything that was, is, and will be about him?
“Boom!”
The door of the restroom burst wide open. Despite the fact that it had been opened with such force, with such power, it almost opened in a poetic sort of way.
Mac was standing in the threshold. His sleeves on his shirt, that tease of a shirt, were rolled up halfway. He apparently struggled to bust open this door.
Stella swallowed hard, and with it swallowed down copious urges. Copious feelings. Copious impulses. He walked in towards her. Stella was looking at him so intently that she had memorized the pronation of his feet along with distinct sound of his shoes hitting the ground. He stopped right in front of her and crossed his arms over his chest.
“What are bạn doing down on the ground for, Stella?”
His voice. That damned bedroom voice. bạn want to say something to him, bạn want too, bạn need too, but bạn can’t. bạn need to say something so it doesn’t make this situation awkward, but, you’re transfixed. The image of Mac on the dark Sô cô la brown rose bud covered giường was starting to get clearer. thêm vivid. Scents were starting to appear. The tastes were so close to real that she could almost taste it, taste him. His lips were becoming thêm real, thêm life-like, thêm touchable, thêm kissable…
“Oh, so we’re going to play this game again, are we?” He đã đưa ý kiến in a growl that was flirting between being dangerous and being playful while kneeling beside her.
She glanced up and felt her pupils dilate as she stared intently in his eyes. There was something different about them. There was this pulsation that she had never seen before in his eyes. She liked it. You tình yêu it, bạn want thêm of it. His eyes are a craving, like a sin, a sin of hazel. They’re your sin.
“I think the câu hỏi is, Mac why are bạn kneeling down besides me? And, for that matter, why did bạn even bother to try and come find me?”
He smirked, leaned over, brushed her ear lobe with his lips (more touchable, thêm kissable) and whispered, “Wouldn’t bạn like to know?”
After recovering from a mild cardiac episode, Stella recollected her thoughts. “Actually, I would tình yêu to know, Mac.” She said, while winking seductively at him.
He got really close to her face, close enough so she could see deep within his eyes (you see hazel looking at you) and said, in a dangerous voice, his eyes (his eyes, oh God, his eyes) pulsating even thêm rapidly than they were before, “Do bạn like red roses, bởi any chance, Stella?”
Full of the same feelings bạn just felt.
And want thêm of
And crave
Like a drug
Like red rose pedals on a bed
Like a sin, like your sin
Like his spell
Are all in the windows to the soul
His eyes.
~Fin
Rating-T (ish)
Disclaimer-Again, I own nothing.
Please review! :D
“You finally ready, Stella?”
“Yeah. I am.” She followed Mac out of the room and towards the lab where Danny was waiting for them. “Sorry about what happened in there, I really don’t know what got to me.”
“Don’t worry about it; we all get caught up in little things sometimes and completely ignore someone who we’re supposed to be talking too.” He đã đưa ý kiến with a smirk.
“Oh shut up, Mac.” Stella đã đưa ý kiến playfully punching Mac’s shoulder
bởi this point, they had finally arrived at the lab where Danny was waiting for them.
“So Danny, bạn đã đưa ý kiến bạn may have a lead on the case?”
“Yep. Sure do, Mac. See when I ran the fibers under a mass spectrometry test and as it turns out, as you’ll see bởi the results, there’s a few huge spikes, in the aromatic region, which lead me to believe that this fiber sample was overwhelmed bởi something called Polychlorinated Biphenyl, hoặc PCB for short.”
Danny gave Mac the results sheet and Mac looked at it intensely, just as if he was trying to piece together this puzzle mentally.
I really need to stop thinking about him. It’s driving me crazy inside. What I would give to be that mass spectrometry results sheet right now. Just feeling his fingers grasp onto me would be Heaven on Earth. Just feeling his warmth, feeling his…
“You đã đưa ý kiến bạn found this near the Hudson River, right Danny?” Danny nodded and Mac continued, “Well, a few years ago, PCB was found in heavy concentrations in and around the Hudson River area and maybe our suspect worked on the Hudson hoặc at the art school that’s located near the river as well. Its illegal to use PCB now because of the severe health risks associated with it, so now that we know that our potential suspect deals with PCB, we can try and track them down bởi finding out how many people have illegally bought PCB in the past few months.”
I mean, this is ridiculous. I don’t even know why I’m having this conversation with myself right now. I must be crazy, thinking my friend, and for that matter my “boss” is not only attractive, but I would actually want to DO something with him.
“Will do, Mac. I’ll run this over to Adam and see what he can hack his way into. Oh, bởi the way, when Sid was performing the autopsy on our vic, he found some little peculiar things as well. I have an idea on what it is, but I was wondering if bạn two would mind checking it out for me as a consult?”
“That I can, Danny. Let me know what Adam can do.” Mac đã đưa ý kiến as he walked over to the áo, áo khoác rack and put on a lab coat.
Stella, interrupted from her musings about Mac, smiled and đã đưa ý kiến “No problem Danny.” With that, Danny was gone.
Now, where was I? Oh right, obsessive compulsive moment of the day, no, month, no, time span of human existence: Mac. She looked up from her microscope to the other side of the bàn where Mac was examining a paintbrush, until he caught her looking at him. Their eyes locked onto each other, like a targeting device, for what seemed like hours, even though it was just a few seconds. She nonchalantly got back to her work just as if nothing had ever happened. His eyes are much thêm noticeable now than they were a few hours ago. Like there’s a new ngọn lửa, chữa cháy inside of them, a new…something inside of them. Either that, hoặc there’s a new ngọn lửa, chữa cháy inside of me that’s just craving that lab áo, áo khoác and that tease of a dark Sô cô la brown áo sơ mi of his as well and what’s under that…[i]
“Mac, I just remembered that I needed to take care of something. I’ll be right back.”
Without even staying long enough to hear Mac’s response, Stella ran to the farthest away restroom, spun around, and locked the door.
Breathlessly, she ran over to one of the sinks and attempted to hold onto the sink for support. She looked at herself in the mirror, while still trying to catch her breath, and looked back down at the sink, staring at the little water droplets that hadn’t evaporated yet. It was like someone had unplug a dam inside of her mind. Thoughts, memories, scents, colors, words, everything ran through her mind at an alarming rate. Memory networks fired their neurons all at the same time making her feel heavy with everything that she had consciously hoặc unconsciously stored. They all focused on one thing: Mac. In the midst of the heaviness, she could hear a song play in her mind, “the sweet caress of twilight, there’s magic everywhere, and with all this romantic atmosphere, disaster’s in the air.”
[i]“Can bạn Feel the tình yêu Tonight?!” Is that the best song that I can think of right now? Of all the songs in the world that I could think of, I had to pick THIS one?
As she was musing, her mind focused on one particular series of memories that dealt with Mac. Peyton. Harsh hình ảnh flooded her mind of Peyton wrapping her stupid thin arms around Mac’s muscular body and feeling enraged with envy and anger. An image of Peyton and Mac dancing slowly together to an internal song barreled its way from Stella’s mind and into her heart. She immediately snapped her head upwards so she could look in the mirror again and thắt lưng, vành đai out “And bạn know I’ll be standing here still, I’ll be waiting for you, here inside my heart, I’m the one who wants to tình yêu bạn more. Who will see I can give you, everything bạn need, let me be the one to tình yêu bạn more.” She looked at herself in the mirror again, and saw Mac’s eyes staring back at her. As sweat droplets were starting to pour out, she nervously turned around to see if he was behind her. Nothing. Just the lonely, black, restroom stalls. She turned back around and turned on the cold water. Pull yourself together, Bonasera. Just because bạn think, no bạn didn’t see his delicious eyes in the mirror does not mean anything. After letting it run for a few moments, she splashed water on her face, trying to regain composure. I did not see his eyes because he’s obviously not here.
She found a corner and slid down the tường of it so she was now facing those lonely stalls. The dark green tiles of the restroom mirrored her emotions right now. I didn’t even know I still knew “To tình yêu bạn More.” I haven’t sung it since…she put her hands over her face, and suddenly realized that they were wet with her new tears…I haven’t heard it hoặc sang it since…since…Take me back in the arms I love, Need me like bạn did before, Touch me once again And remember when, There was no one that bạn wanted more…since..that one night. A few months ago. hình ảnh flashed in front of her eyes. She was searching for the exact night, that one night. Of course. The NYPD Charity Ball. See me as if bạn never knew, Hold me so bạn can't let go, Just believe in me, I will make bạn see, All the things that your tim, trái tim needs to know. How could I have forgotten that? That was the night when I was face to face with a tux clad Mac. And, it was also the night that I saw him perform. Danny and Adam were pressuring him to get up and play with the 80’s cover band at the ball, and he finally caved in...however, he wanted to do it all along because he just happened to have his âm bass, tiếng bass, bass with him that night. Damn. He looked so incredibly sexy that night. Between his intense facial expressions while playing that bass, and his skinny red tie, and his fiery eyes…he was sex personified. If someone were to reach down into the word sex and pull out a human form, that human form would have been Mac, at that moment, wearing that freaking tux with that skinny red tie, and playing that âm bass, tiếng bass, bass in a positively orgasmic manner. Sex would finally have a heartbeat, it would be human, it would have the ability to touch. To taste. To smell. To fu…. Why can I not go one ngày without thinking about him? Thinking about his eyes, his smile, his scent…or thinking about using my handcuffs for something other than arresting people. Like a dominatrix. With a whip. In full S&M gear….wanting it, wanting him so badly, but…
“Fzzt.” For the một giây time today, Stella was interrupted bởi her musings of Mac. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the air freshener on the tường on the other side of the restroom. A sweet red rose smell started to fill the room.
Roses. Soothing. Seductive in nature. Wonder what it would be like to sprinkle them on a bed. All over the bed. Silk sheets. Dark Sô cô la brown silk sheets. Mac on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the bed. Wearing nothing but rose pedals. Magic. His spell, it hits you, bạn loose in a passionate vigor of sexual feelings, in his ‘see right through you’ eye glare, beckoning you, telling bạn to ‘come hither,’ with his voice…
“Knock. Knock. Knock.”
There’s other restrooms in this place so maybe they’ll leave. Hopefully.
“Knock. Knock. Knock.” The knocking was louder now. thêm profound. Determined. Powerful.
“Knock. Knock. Knock.” “Stella, I know you’re in there.”
His voice…
All time stopped. Stella knew exactly how many breaths she was taking and how many giây were in between each breath. She knew the rate at which the faucet was dripping.
“You cannot hide from me. I’m right outside the door, Stella. There’s no where else to go.” He purred deeply
Oh God. Is THAT what I’m doing? Am I really hiding from him? From everything that was, is, and will be about him?
“Boom!”
The door of the restroom burst wide open. Despite the fact that it had been opened with such force, with such power, it almost opened in a poetic sort of way.
Mac was standing in the threshold. His sleeves on his shirt, that tease of a shirt, were rolled up halfway. He apparently struggled to bust open this door.
Stella swallowed hard, and with it swallowed down copious urges. Copious feelings. Copious impulses. He walked in towards her. Stella was looking at him so intently that she had memorized the pronation of his feet along with distinct sound of his shoes hitting the ground. He stopped right in front of her and crossed his arms over his chest.
“What are bạn doing down on the ground for, Stella?”
His voice. That damned bedroom voice. bạn want to say something to him, bạn want too, bạn need too, but bạn can’t. bạn need to say something so it doesn’t make this situation awkward, but, you’re transfixed. The image of Mac on the dark Sô cô la brown rose bud covered giường was starting to get clearer. thêm vivid. Scents were starting to appear. The tastes were so close to real that she could almost taste it, taste him. His lips were becoming thêm real, thêm life-like, thêm touchable, thêm kissable…
“Oh, so we’re going to play this game again, are we?” He đã đưa ý kiến in a growl that was flirting between being dangerous and being playful while kneeling beside her.
She glanced up and felt her pupils dilate as she stared intently in his eyes. There was something different about them. There was this pulsation that she had never seen before in his eyes. She liked it. You tình yêu it, bạn want thêm of it. His eyes are a craving, like a sin, a sin of hazel. They’re your sin.
“I think the câu hỏi is, Mac why are bạn kneeling down besides me? And, for that matter, why did bạn even bother to try and come find me?”
He smirked, leaned over, brushed her ear lobe with his lips (more touchable, thêm kissable) and whispered, “Wouldn’t bạn like to know?”
After recovering from a mild cardiac episode, Stella recollected her thoughts. “Actually, I would tình yêu to know, Mac.” She said, while winking seductively at him.
He got really close to her face, close enough so she could see deep within his eyes (you see hazel looking at you) and said, in a dangerous voice, his eyes (his eyes, oh God, his eyes) pulsating even thêm rapidly than they were before, “Do bạn like red roses, bởi any chance, Stella?”
Full of the same feelings bạn just felt.
And want thêm of
And crave
Like a drug
Like red rose pedals on a bed
Like a sin, like your sin
Like his spell
Are all in the windows to the soul
His eyes.
~Fin
