A/N: Okay this is just a one shot. It's a SPOILER to the season premier! I saw this part and I was like YES! But at the same time I wondered why Stella would do this. So I figured I'd put it into my own perspective. Gotta thank the writers for giving Adam some loving. :) Anywho... this is Post-Epilogoue. I don't own CSI:NY, or the plot. Hope you enjoy.
She seductively slipped the open-toed heel onto her foot, and flashed a smile to the man lying in her bed. Man wasn't quite the right word, nor was boy. He was…Adam. And she was stupid. She used him. She didn't have feelings for him. Yeah, she agreed he'd been the best lover she ever had, but she didn't want him. He was a substitute. A substitute for all the pain she'd had within the past month.
It was a drunken mistake; that's what she told herself. Her brain told her over and over again. No matter what, he was too young, too naïve, too immature for her. But he wasn't inexperienced. He proved that. Yeah he was bashful after. But in between her moaning, and his grunting, he was whispering hot, sexy words into her ear. He had done this before. He was an expert at this.
She crawled back into her bed, both heels on, and just her black dress skirt, and a black laced bra, and she flashed him a wicked smile, the one she knew would make him blush even more. It drove her crazy the way he played sweet and innocent. But she knew his secret. He was a bad boy underneath those layers of geekiness, innocence, and awkwardness. Give him a few glasses of wine and he knew how to make a woman feel good about herself. Give him a third and he would do anything that Greek Goddess ordered him too.
A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she recalled how quickly it got him off when she muttered a few Greek words. It hadn't mattered to Adam what they meant, because it was hot.
"Adam," she whispered, kissing him.
"Stella?" Adam asked, running his hands along her side. He wanted to feel her again. He wanted to taste her once more. He needed to smell her hair for a second time.
"You should probably go before my roommate gets in," Stella whispered.
"Oh," Adam started, picking at his nails. "Right, yeah. Sorry," he stood up and reached for his jeans at the same time, causing him to fall on his face. "Crap," he mumbled, pulling his boxers over his private area. "Shit." He fumbled with the hole in his sleeve, and let out a few curse words as he tried to button up the shirt. And Stella couldn't help but laugh at the uncoordinated kid in front of her. "Bye," Adam mumbled as he ran out her apartment.
Stella let out a deep sigh, and smacked her forehead. What had she just done? Adam was a good 15 years younger than her. And he was a good few wrinkles behind Mac. Mac, she thought. That's why Adam was there. Because Mac couldn't help her, he was too busy obsessing with the reason why Danny sat in a wheelchair. He didn't notice how she had been throwing herself at him lately. He probably would never notice. But Adam did. Adam noticed that she needed attention. That she thrived for lust. He listened to her deep breaths, and knew by the way she held her breathe, or let out a sigh, that she was enjoying how he was touching her. Mac would have never understood that.
No, with Adam she didn't have to tell him. But with Mac, she had to shout. How could a man with so few words not understand what she was trying to show him? Why did Adam understand her?