"You're impossible!" Stella yelled as she stormed into her office.

"Me? You're the one that's refusing to listen to reason!" Flack retorted, slamming the door behind him as he followed her in.

Stella turned. "Reason? I'm not the one that started a fight over nothing!"

"Nothing? Nothing!?"

"Yes, nothing! One minute we're discussing the case, and the next you're jumping down my throat! What the HELL is your problem, Don?"

"My problem?"

"Yes, your problem!"

"You wanna know what my fucking problem is?"

"Yes!"

Flack got right up in her face. "Every fucking time we argue, I don't know whether to yell at you or press you up against a wall and kiss you until your knees go weak. But since I don't have the right to do the latter, I'm stuck with the former!"

Stella's mouth fell open at his words. Never in a hundred years had she expected him to say something like that, and she found that her brain wasn't processing things the way it normally did. Seeing that he wasn't going to get a response out of her, Flack turned to leave.

Her hand shot out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. Flack turned to her, trying to keep the hope from flaring up inside of him as his eyes met hers.

"Well, the former doesn't seem to be working for us," she said quietly. "So why don't we try the latter?"

Flack stood there for a millisecond longer and then he was moving, backing Stella up against the nearest wall and crushing her lips with his. She responded immediately, her arms coming up around his neck as he pressed his body against hers, one hand tangling in her curls while the other gripped the back of her shirt. He didn't take long to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving inside of her mouth, making Stella's brain completely shut down. She moaned quietly, the sound swallowed by his mouth as their kisses grew faster and more passionate. Her fingers threaded through his short hair, her grip tight; Flack felt her sink against him and he pushed her even harder against the wall. Stella was sure that she was going to have bruises in the morning, but she really didn't care.

Eventually they had to pull back for air. Flack rested his forehead against hers, sucking in breath and wondering what the hell was going on. Smiling, Stella reached up and kissed him softly.

"I think that works much better than arguing," she whispered.