I listened to this song many times on my mp3 player while I was reading everyone's awesome fan fiction, and then everytime I heard it all I could think of was Stella and Flack. The words really pushed my story so I had to incorporate them. If you like the story you can listen to the song on iTunes or the whole thing on YouTube to get the whole picture.

Obvious Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of CSI:NY nor do I have any stake in Sugarland or any of their lovely songs.

They'd been seeing each other for a few weeks now. Things were going along quite well. They'd decided to take things very slowly and though they'd know each other for years, they were using this time to get to know each other as something more than friends.

Flack had been waiting to be with Stella for years, and he wasn't about to rush things. Stella had been through a lot in the last few years and he wanted to make sure he didn't spook her. It had taken him months to get Stella to even agree to go on a date with him, so he was content just being able to have her all to himself.

Stella has had a crush on the young detective for quite sometime now, but didn't think pursuing a relationship with someone she worked with a good idea. He'd been so persistent and so persuasive that she'd ultimately given in. And she was extremely glad that she had.

It had all been so easy once she'd allowed herself to really see where this was going. Flack had been so patient with her and so understanding when she wanted to go slow. Sure there had been a few goodnight kisses, but in general they'd kept to hand holding and cuddling on the couch.

She wanted him most assuredly, and he never failed to tell her how beautiful she was, but he knew why they had put that particular level of intimacy on hold. The last time Stella had let someone be that close, he'd turned on her and she almost lost her life. She knew Flack could never do that to her, she was still sacred though.

On this particular night, Stella had invited Flack over for dinner, but once they both got to her place after a long shift, she'd realized that she didn't have much to choose from. Both too tired to go out to dinner, they settled on cheese and crackers and a nice bottle of red wine.

While Don opened the wine, Stella pulled a CD out of her purse that Lindsay had given her. She popped it into her stereo and adjusted the volume.

"Lindsay burned this for me. Said it was nice and mellow. And before you ask, she did admit to putting some country on here, but she said I probably wouldn't even be able to notice it."

Flack groaned a bit, but didn't complain. The first song was nice enough.

They sat side by side on the couch, turned in, facing each other chatting and laughing about anything and everything. Flack kept a finger twirled in Stella's hair and she played with the seam on the inside of his trousers at his knee. They stopped talking for a minute and listened to the music.

"I have to say, Monroe's got good taste in music. Who knew?" Flack grinned.

"I'll have to remember to thank her."

Another moment passed in silence as he watched Stella take a sip of her wine.

"Dance with me Stell."

"Right here?"

"No, down the street. Yes, here. Right this very moment." And in a blink he'd set his glass on the coffee table and was standing with a hand out stretched waiting for her.

She hesitated, but seeing that "no" wasn't going to be an option took his hand and put her wine glass on the table.

Once they were clear of the furniture he took her left hand in his right and placed his left very gingerly on her right side and pulled her in close. So close that the wonderful smell of her surrounded him. She wrapped her right arm around his shoulder and back and let herself fall into him. He felt so good. So strong and so comforting. She laid her head in the crook of his neck and just breathed him in. She had never felt so at home in someone's arms.

Just as they'd gotten up to dance a new song had begun to play on the stereo. The words began to echo beautifully in the apartment, slow and intimate. Everything they felt, but had never dared say to one another.

What I'd give to bring you flowers.
What I'd give to get you alone.
What I'd give to bring a smile across your face.
What I'd give to take you home.

They began to sway with the music, just holding each other close. No spins, no dips, just two souls moving with the beat. Every inch of their bodies touching and moving in sync.

What I'd give to make you coffee.
Find out how you like your eggs.
Wrapped around you in the mornin'.
A tangled lace of arms and legs.

Don had brought their hand close into their chests, but Stella released her hand from his grip and brought both of her arms around the back of his neck. His arms then slid all the way around the small of her back and he squeezed her in even closer. She lifted her head up and pulled it back just far enough to be able to look into his mesmerizing deep blue eyes. When she did pull back her hands found the perfect resting just at the bottom of his soft black hair. Just the touch of her bare hands on his skin shot a lightening bolt of warmth through his body, and now the way she was looking into his eyes, he just couldn't get enough of her as the chorus played.

What I'd give to let you love me.
Find out everything that brings you joy.
Wake up to your face above me.
I'd be that girl and you could be that boy.
Find out what that feelin' is...
Oh, what I'd give. What I'd give.

Stella knew in that moment that she needed Don. Needed him to touch her, to love her, to make her loose herself in his arms. He'd been so patient and now she was the one that couldn't wait any longer. It was though the song had read her mind and said it out loud to make sure she'd heard it. She'd give anything to be with Don and she needed to tell him.

"I wanna be that girl."

Don smiled as the song played on.

What I'd give to take you dancin'.

Don's hands slid down the small of her back just to the top of her jeans still swaying in time to the music.

What I'd give to make you mine.

He leaned in and lightly kissed her forehead, then he moved to her right temple, her right cheek…

If you got questions, I got answers.

Her hands fell from his neck to his chest as she relaxed further into him. "All you had to do was ask Stell," he whispered to her in what Stella found to be the sexiest voice she'd ever heard.

And my answer's "yes" to you every time.

With those words she felt his lips curl into a smile as if the song had finished his sentence for him.

What I'd give for just one minute.

Don moved his right hand up to the back of Stella's neck, tangled it in her soft curls, and turned his head just enough that their lips touched ever so slightly.

What I'd give to count all the ways

Stella gasped at the shock wave that his lips sent through her body, but she was given no time to recover. That gasp was enough for Flack to know they were on the same page and leaned in and captured her mouth with his.

If your heart was dark with nothing in it.
I'd give you mine and take your place.

And in that moment Stella was lost and saved all at once. His kiss was gentle but strong, passionate but tentative. She slipped her hand up to his face and held it at his chiseled jaw line while his kiss went deeper. He'd ever so slightly teased her lips with his tongue and she'd responded by letting her mouth fall open, inviting him to explore at will.

What I'd give to let you love me.
Find out everything that brings you joy.
Wake up to your face above me.
I'd be that girl and you could be that boy.
Find out why that feelin' is...
Oh, what I'd give. What I'd give.

Stella wrapped her arms tightly around Don's neck and pressed her body as close to his as she could. He simply held her closer moving his hand from her head to her upper back and let his left sneak even lower until he found the curve of her beautifully shaped back side. Stella moaned with pleasure at his exploration. Both with his mouth and with his hands.

As much passion as they both felt. Everything about that night was slow and gentle. For a moment theirs mouths separated and Stella pulled her hands in to gingerly unbuttoned Flack's dress shirt. He took the opportunity to pay some very needed attention to the soft skin on her neck. He wanted this more than he could ever tell Stella, but he was still worried he was rushing her.

"You sure about this Stella?"

"Yes, Don. I've trusted you with my life, now I trust you with my heart. I love you. And I want more than anything to be loved by you."

"I've loved you for so long Stella. I can't remember anymore when I didn't."

Stella whisper, "Show me."

With that Don never turned back. He would spend the rest of his life going to the ends of the Earth to make Stella happy, but tonight he would only need their passion for one another.

Stella finished with the buttons on his shirt. While Flack freed himself of the garment Stella slid her hands into the side of pants to pull his undershirt out. She carefully then pulled it over his head and dropped it onto the floor. With an unbearably sensual touch her hands we back on his stomach, caressing his wonderfully sculpted torso. It was almost more than Flack could take, but planned on taking the night very slowly even if it took every ounce of his self control.

He returned his attentions to her mouth as if it had been abandoned and needed to be reassured. Both his hands had found their way into Stella's curls, they'd been driving him mad for years, and now they were just a playground for his fingers.

Pulling away for a moment he trailed his fingers down her upper back and around to her sides. His thumb coming close enough to her breast to send chills all over her body. When he reached to bottom of her tank top she instinctively raised her hands over her head. Without missing a beat, her tank was removed and his hands teased her drawing circles near the top of the jeans she'd changed into when they'd arrived.

With the gentlest of touches Don had unbutton her jeans and helped her step out of them. On his way back up his hands trailed over every inch of her slender legs and then came dangerously close to another sensitive area of her body. Did he even know what he was doing to me? She thought. I can't help myself.

And with that a simple word slipped from her mouth, "Don."

He then, in a blink, scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. She sat up and after glancing over his magnificent body realized he needed to be coaxed a little further. Stella released his belt buckle and watched as he finished the task at hand. With in moments they were both completely tangled in one another arms. Totally relieved of their clothes they explored every inch of one another, a slow graceful symphony that played all through the night.

In between moments of extreme ecstasy they held each other and talked of their dreams and fears. Neither had ever felt as close to anyone as that night had brought them. Neither really sleeping till the early morning, both not wanting the night to ever end.

At one point in the night Flack said, "Thank you, Stella."

"Thanks for what, I mean I'm good, but…" she smiled.

"Yes you are, but that is not what I am thanking you for."

She looked at him perplexed.

"Thank you for letting me love you. Thank you for trusting me with your heart. You mean more to me than anything else in this world and I won't ever do anything to hurt you." He kissed her forehead. "I love you so much Stella."

She saw tears build in his eyes. She pulled him close and kissed his mouth. "I love you too."

I've got a bit more planned. Let me know what you think. I know it is a bit naughty but that is where the song took me.