Flack came awake slowly, stretching his long body and turning over in bed. Burying his head in the pillow, he frowned as he realized that it smelled differently than usual. It was feminine, just faintly fruity, and one that he found himself distracted by on a daily basis. Opening his eyes, he scanned the room, smiling when he found what he was looking for.
Stella was sitting on his window seat, staring out at the city. She was wrapped in the top sheet from his bed, and her back was to him, bare and beautiful in the soft light coming in from outside. Resting her head against the window frame, she watched the snow fall lazily from the sky - the first snow of the season. Flack couldn't help but watch her, entranced by the grace with which she did everything. His mind flashed back to earlier in the night, the way she had kissed him suddenly, and the nervous look in her eyes. He had kissed her back with everything he'd been holding inside for the past two years, amazed that he was actually going to get the chance to be with her. Dragging his mind back to the present, he pulled the comforter up around his waist and spoke quietly.
"You stole my sheet."
Turning to look over her shoulder, Stella gave him a bemused smile. "I left you the blanket."
She unfolded herself from her perch, stepping down onto the hardwood floor. Moving slowly, she crossed the room until she was standing next to the bed, looking down at him with a strange expression on her face. Flack's eyes traveled up and down her body, her curves peeking out around the sheet. He remembered touching every inch of her skin, and the way she had responded to him, her eyes fluttering closed, the moans and sighs of pleasure. Not one to give his heart easily, Flack could still see that he was dangerously close to being in love with Stella Bonasera. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to look into her eyes, desperately trying to read her expression.
"Is this the part where you break my heart?"
It looked like the question surprised her, and for a moment, she just stared at him. Then a smile bloomed slowly on her face, lighting up the entire room. Climbing into bed, she lowered herself on top of him, covering them both with the sheet as she kissed him softly.
"No, Don," she whispered. "It's not."