It's been a while since I've done pure New York, hasn't it? Well, let me fix that.
'tis slightly AU after 3.24. BLEH. Deal with it.
Giftfic for lily moonlight. I guess inspiration really does come from a little magic and some reading and friendship… I'm sowwie it's short! D: Can I make it up somehow?
I don't own CSI: New York. However, I think someday I wanna be a part of the writing team with them.
Worry Wounds
"Ow! Easy on the soft spot, if you don't mind."
"You cut yourself up pretty nicely there, Detective," she teased gently, lightly dabbing the wound and shaking chocolate locks of hair from her face. "You also planted yourself in harm's way in the way of a drug dealer, a tank of hydrogen gas, and a couple of automatics all in one rather large pile. Sounds like a typical day in the life of an ex-Marine turned crime scene investigator." Her eyes danced with relief. "Don't try and do something like that again, okay?"
Mac Taylor grinned sheepishly and looked down, still completely soaked from the day's events of a hostage situation and a drug bust in a lab. He gave a slight wince as Stella unapplied pressure from the cloth to his wound and closed his eyes. "Got a little bit tense for a while, didn't it?"
She laughed a little. "Fact or opinion?"
He leaned back against the couch and stole a glance at his best friend as she turned around to dampen the cloth a little more. His wandering eyes gave a slight glance over her frame as she turned back around and found herself staring straight into his gaze. They were locked in each other for what seemed to be more than a moment- the second ticked by, whispering amongst themselves that something different was coming around. Mac softened his gaze and took the cloth from her hands slowly, setting it on the counter and letting out a deep breath.
"I was worried I'd lose you today," he admitted softly, cautiously taking her hand and feeling delicate fingers against those from a past warrior. "Everything went so fast, there wasn't much time to think after we knew what we were going after. It was just sort of instinctual… well, it was for me at least." Mac bit his lip. "Made me feel like I was back on the field trying to protect someone worth fighting for."
Stella didn't back away from his gentle touch. A smile played on her lips- soft and illuminating. "I was fighting, too. Just like you, I wanted to make sure that someone came out alive and well. Looks like someone has been doing his job, huh?" Her face fell for a moment. "Oh- your arm…
Mac glanced at the open and newly bleeding scar, chuckling and shaking his head. "I'm not surprised. It's going to take a while for me to heal."
"Mmmm. You going to need to help in that process?" she whispered, taking the cloth and blotting it once more before leaning over and kissing him lightly.
He blushed at the gesture and turned his neck to kiss her back. "I didn't say I wouldn't need help, did I?"
…damn it. Short. –sighs- Sorry about that. Maybe I'll extend something else- something people wanted me to extend long ago and far away. Well, enjoy the fluff and feel free to review.