Title: Coming out.
Author: Loz
E-Mail: loz06(at)yahoo(dot)com
Rating: PG - Implied sex nothing bad.
Category: Mac/Hollister.
Series: Nope stand-alone.
Spoilers: None. As long as you know Mac and Hollister were together.
Archive (if applicable): Lies and Manipulations www(dot)geocities(dot)com(slash)loz06, also www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net
Feedback: The good, the bad and the very ugly it's all appreciated.
Summary: Mac and Hollister converse about telling everyone how happy they are.
Author's Notes: I know this is not everyone's favourite couple. I have a taste for the quirky or unusual I suppose.
Disclaimers: Looks at her assets...car, some savings, nup my account says I don't own them...DAMN!
"I was thinking we should have a coming out party." Ellen Mackenzie's mood is much lighter than it had been earlier in the day. She absently plays with the thin material of the sarong that is wrapped around her, relaxing in the arms of Bill Hollister.
"What are we coming out about?" He asks linking and unlinking their hands.
"Us, you know, Bill and Ellen. We could invite some of our closets friends." She pauses grinning devilishly, a grin he couldn't see before she continues. "The Commissioner and his Deputy, the Heads of Departments."
"That's quite a surae you're putting on." He says resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Yeah we could spend the whole night rubbing in how happy we are."
"So you're happy with us..." He asks hesitantly.
"Of course" He manoeuvres to accommodate her as she turns to face him.
"Good." He says brushing her hair across her forehead.
"You worry...what about?" She says looking right into him as if studying a piece of artwork. This?" She answers her own question, gliding a hand across his bare head.
"It's not my most endearing feature." He says jokingly but meaning it in all seriousness.
"I heard it's a solar panel for the sex drive." She stretches her neck to place a kiss on the top of his head.
"Your words not mine." He laughs at her.
Instantly he turns serious and allows his eyes to map the features of her face. "If we told the brass would I get to see more of you?"
"Ahhh, probably not." She says breaking the mood with a brilliant wide smile.
"You could transfer and come and work for me." He can't fight the desire to touch her, to
caress her face with the back of his hand and brush her hair behind her ear.
"Yeah but then this..." She stops mid sentence to duel lips with his. "...Would be sexual harassment."
"It's not sexual harassment if you let me touch your ass." She opens her mouth in a delighted
and surprised O, she's never heard him talk like that before.
"Oh I can't wait to hear what you're going to say next." She sits back from him, arms crossed grinning endearingly.
"You wearing anything under that sarong?" He says putting on a low sexy voice.
"You'll have to come upstairs to find that out." She says scrambling off of the lounge and up the stairs.
Later in the dark of her bedroom she lies with her arms wrapped around him, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of his chest.
When she thinks he is asleep she whispers, "If we tell the brass, you could move in with me
and then you'd see a whole lot more of me."
An unseen eye springs open, but he doesn't flinch.
She treats it as a rehearsal, building up whatever it is she needs to ask him again when he's conscious.