This is for Jenna cause she's at the hospital and I don't have enough gas to drive up there and hug her (otherwise I so would, Boo). Also, she sent me this song, Mesa Sou by Stavento, believe me leave it in Greek unless you want images that involves boats and popcorn. :)
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Μέσα σου μία στιγμή αν ζούσα
τίποτα άλλο δε θα σου ζητούσα
τίποτα άλλο δε θα λαχταρούσα
Μέσα σου μία στιγμή να ζούσα
It had been one of those days at work, the kind that made him happy to be home. Mac Taylor walked up the stairs to the apartment he shared with Stella Bonasera. The one they'd been living in as a couple for the past four months. He shook his head, still having a hard time believing it to be true. He opened the locked door and entered the apartment. Dropping his keys on the table and removing his coat, he toed off his shoes and called out for her, "Stella?"
When he didn't get a reply his heart rose to his throat but he heard a noise coming from the kitchen and knew how she liked to listen to her iPod while cooking. He padded across the beige carpet to the entry way to their kitchen, smiling at the sight that lay before him. Her iPod was peaking out of the pocket of her jeans and a Greek dancing song was playing so loud he could hear it. She dropped a dash of salt into whatever was boiling on the stove as her hips swayed to the beat.
Mac leaned against the wall and indulged in the chance to watch her without her knowledge. Her feet moved in an intricate pattern of dance steps that he'd never be able to name. She rolled her shoulders and chopped up some vegetables while shaking her hips. A smile spread to his face as she twisted to the ground to get a sauce pan from one of their cupboards. She sung softly with the Greek words but, even after twenty years of knowing her, he could pick up on none of it.
Stella turned to get something from the fridge and let out a small squeak at the sight of his presence. He couldn't contain a chuckle as she removed her ear buds, "Mac! You gave me a heart attack."
"Sorry." He looped his fingers through his belt loops and cocked his head to the side, "I was, uh, enjoying the show."
"Shut up." Stella blushed and turned back to stir her soup.
Pushing himself off the wall with his right arm he walked over to her. His chin settled in the crook of her neck and his hands found home on her waist, "You're beautiful when you blush."
"Mac ." She sighed and leaned back against him.
Mac spun her around and lifted her to sit on the counter, "That dancing was..." He trailed off nudging her legs apart and standing between them.
Her arms locked around his neck and pulled him close, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. She pulled away lightly, "I know."
"Evil woman." Mac teased as she slid off the counter and walked back over to the stove. He pulled the iPod from her pocket, looking at the name of the song, "Mesa Sou?"
Stella bit her lip and cocked her eyebrow, "Inside you."
Mac's hand found hers and his free hand turned off the stove, pulling her down the hallway to their room, "Dinner can wait."