Fic inspired by the song 'Be Italian' from the film 'Nine'...I loved the song and had to write a fic with it!
Thank you to Lynette, my faithful BETA :D
Disclaimer - I own nothing! they belong to CBS...
OH! and song lyrics are in italics :)
Mac sat in his office working on some last minute things. He knew he had a date with Stella and he knew he was already running fifteen minutes late, but he had to finish this work. He looked up when his office door flew open. He looked up to see Stella dressed in a gorgeous blue dress that hung just over her knee.
"I know, I know, I'm late." He sighed throwing his pen on the desk. Stella smiled and walked into the office, locking the door behind her. Mac raised an eyebrow as she closed the blinds.
"Mac, I was going to teach you a lesson and stand you up, then I realized I'm going to use a more effective method, using the Italian in my blood." She added. She walked around the desk and pushed Mac's chair to the middle of the room. He watched as she fiddled with the computer and then looked up at Mac with a smile. He looked at her with an uncertain grin as music began playing.
"I'm going to show you, Mac, how to make a woman happy." Stella said as she gently swayed her hips and then she began singing with an Italian accent:
"Be Italian
Be Italian
take a chance and try to steal a fiery kiss."
At the end of the sentence, Stella leaned forward and gave Mac a quick kiss on the lips. She backed up a little and continued:
"Be Italian
be Italian
when you hold me don't just hold me but hold this."
As she sang the last word, Stella's hand flew to her breasts as she grabbed them with a smile. Mac loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. Stella sure knew how to make his blood pressure rise.
"Please be gentle, sentimental
go ahead and try to give my cheek a pat."
Stella continued, moving her hand from her breast to her tush. She moved to settle on Mac's lap.
"But be daring and uncaring
when you pinch me try to pinch me where there's fat."
Stella sang taking Mac's hand and moving it to her tush. She grabbed onto his necktie and leaned back, giving Mac a gorgeous view of her chest and neck.
"Be a singer
be a lover
pick the flower now before the chance is past
be Italian
be Italian
live today as if it may become your last."
Stella finished pulling herself back to sitting up straight by pulling Mac's tie. As the song ended, Mac's breathing was shallow and his eyes dark with desire.
"So what do you think, Mac?" Stella whispered, her lips inches from his.
"I think I might want to try being Italian." He smiled kissing her passionately.
"Is your lesson learned? Will you ever be late again?" She asked linking her fingers at the nape of his neck.
"Never," he answered, "I will be gentle, sentimental, daring and uncaring." He smiled giving her tush a tight squeeze. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Mac stood, holding Stella in his arms. He walked until her back hit the wall. She took his face between her palms and pulled him back, breaking the kiss.
"As much as I'd love this, we do have reservations and it took me forever to get them." Stella smiled. Mac groaned as he placed her down. She walked to his chair and took off his jacket as he buttoned his shirt again and fixed his tie. Stella helped him into his jacket and smiled. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close to kiss her.
"But then we can go back to my place and I will perform for you again." Stella whispered in his ear. Mac smiled and took his head, leading her towards the door. He loved Stella and called her his Greek Goddess, but her fiery hot Italian attitude helped keep him in line. As they walked towards the car, Mac hummed the song Stella had just sang, knowing he would never forget it.
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~Kate xo
