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 dicho with a smirk.
“Oh shut up, Mac.” Stella dicho playfully punching Mac’s shoulder
por this point, they had finally arrived at the lab where Danny was waiting for them.
“So Danny, tu dicho tu 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 por the results, there’s a few huge spikes, in the aromatic region, which lead me to believe that this fiber sample was overwhelmed por something called Polychlorinated Biphenyl, o 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 dicho tu 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 o 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 por 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, por 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 tu two would mind checking it out for me as a consult?”
“That I can, Danny. Let me know what Adam can do.” Mac dicho as he walked over to the capa rack and put on a lab coat.
Stella, interrupted from her musings about Mac, smiled and dicho “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 mesa, tabla 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 más noticeable now than they were a few hours ago. Like there’s a new fuego inside of them, a new…something inside of them. Either that, o there’s a new fuego inside of me that’s just craving that lab capa and that tease of a dark chocolate brown camisa, camiseta 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 o 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 tu Feel the amor 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 imágenes 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 cinturón, correa out “And tu know I’ll be standing here still, I’ll be waiting for you, here inside my heart, I’m the one who wants to amor tu more. Who will see I can give you, everything tu need, let me be the one to amor tu 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 tu think, no tu 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 muro 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 amor tu 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 o sang it since…since…Take me back in the arms I love, Need me like tu did before, Touch me once again And remember when, There was no one that tu wanted more…since..that one night. A few months ago. imágenes 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 tu never knew, Hold me so tu can't let go, Just believe in me, I will make tu see, All the things that your corazón 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 bajo 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 bajo 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 día 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 segundo time today, Stella was interrupted por her musings of Mac. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the air freshener on the muro 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 chocolate brown silk sheets. Mac on parte superior, arriba of the bed. Wearing nothing but rose pedals. Magic. His spell, it hits you, tu loose in a passionate vigor of sexual feelings, in his ‘see right through you’ eye glare, beckoning you, telling tu 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. más 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 segundos 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 tu doing down on the ground for, Stella?”
His voice. That damned bedroom voice. tu want to say something to him, tu want too, tu need too, but tu can’t. tu need to say something so it doesn’t make this situation awkward, but, you’re transfixed. The image of Mac on the dark chocolate brown rose bud covered cama was starting to get clearer. más 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 más real, más life-like, más touchable, más kissable…
“Oh, so we’re going to play this game again, are we?” He dicho 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 amor it, tu want más of it. His eyes are a craving, like a sin, a sin of hazel. They’re your sin.
“I think the pregunta is, Mac why are tu kneeling down besides me? And, for that matter, why did tu even bother to try and come find me?”
He smirked, leaned over, brushed her ear lobe with his lips (more touchable, más kissable) and whispered, “Wouldn’t tu like to know?”
After recovering from a mild cardiac episode, Stella recollected her thoughts. “Actually, I would amor 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 más rapidly than they were before, “Do tu like red roses, por any chance, Stella?”
Full of the same feelings tu just felt.
And want más 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 dicho with a smirk.
“Oh shut up, Mac.” Stella dicho playfully punching Mac’s shoulder
por this point, they had finally arrived at the lab where Danny was waiting for them.
“So Danny, tu dicho tu 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 por the results, there’s a few huge spikes, in the aromatic region, which lead me to believe that this fiber sample was overwhelmed por something called Polychlorinated Biphenyl, o 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 dicho tu 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 o 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 por 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, por 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 tu two would mind checking it out for me as a consult?”
“That I can, Danny. Let me know what Adam can do.” Mac dicho as he walked over to the capa rack and put on a lab coat.
Stella, interrupted from her musings about Mac, smiled and dicho “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 mesa, tabla 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 más noticeable now than they were a few hours ago. Like there’s a new fuego inside of them, a new…something inside of them. Either that, o there’s a new fuego inside of me that’s just craving that lab capa and that tease of a dark chocolate brown camisa, camiseta 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 o 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 tu Feel the amor 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 imágenes 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 cinturón, correa out “And tu know I’ll be standing here still, I’ll be waiting for you, here inside my heart, I’m the one who wants to amor tu more. Who will see I can give you, everything tu need, let me be the one to amor tu 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 tu think, no tu 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 muro 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 amor tu 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 o sang it since…since…Take me back in the arms I love, Need me like tu did before, Touch me once again And remember when, There was no one that tu wanted more…since..that one night. A few months ago. imágenes 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 tu never knew, Hold me so tu can't let go, Just believe in me, I will make tu see, All the things that your corazón 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 bajo 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 bajo 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 día 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 segundo time today, Stella was interrupted por her musings of Mac. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the air freshener on the muro 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 chocolate brown silk sheets. Mac on parte superior, arriba of the bed. Wearing nothing but rose pedals. Magic. His spell, it hits you, tu loose in a passionate vigor of sexual feelings, in his ‘see right through you’ eye glare, beckoning you, telling tu 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. más 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 segundos 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 tu doing down on the ground for, Stella?”
His voice. That damned bedroom voice. tu want to say something to him, tu want too, tu need too, but tu can’t. tu need to say something so it doesn’t make this situation awkward, but, you’re transfixed. The image of Mac on the dark chocolate brown rose bud covered cama was starting to get clearer. más 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 más real, más life-like, más touchable, más kissable…
“Oh, so we’re going to play this game again, are we?” He dicho 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 amor it, tu want más of it. His eyes are a craving, like a sin, a sin of hazel. They’re your sin.
“I think the pregunta is, Mac why are tu kneeling down besides me? And, for that matter, why did tu even bother to try and come find me?”
He smirked, leaned over, brushed her ear lobe with his lips (more touchable, más kissable) and whispered, “Wouldn’t tu like to know?”
After recovering from a mild cardiac episode, Stella recollected her thoughts. “Actually, I would amor 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 más rapidly than they were before, “Do tu like red roses, por any chance, Stella?”
Full of the same feelings tu just felt.
And want más 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
