Hey guys, this is just a quick one shot. It came to my head, and although I'm not a Stella/Adam fan, i thought it would be funny to write Adam fantasizing about someone, so here it is. Hope you like.

Also, I re-did my profile...

Ships: Adam/Stella


He couldn't stand it any longer. The teasing from Danny was driving him nuts. He wasn't a wuss, he just didn't want to tell a co-worker how he felt. Besides, he was sure she and Mac had a thing for each other. He wasn't going to step in the way of the man that paid his bills. But he had to admit, every time she stepped into the room, his mouth watered, his legs wobbled, he stuttered more, rambled less, and his brain cut contact off with his "little player", which caused him to get an erection.

It wasn't fair; when he was around her he couldn't control his thoughts. He couldn't think straight, and when he was thinking, it was imagining her in a schoolgirl outfit bending over a desk, begging him to spank her. Cliché, he knew, but there was something about imagining her in a short plaid skirt, knee high socks, and her brown curly hair in pigtails, sucking on a lollipop. He'd tell her if she got tired she could come suck his lollipop, and she would with an innocent schoolgirl giggle.

He'd shake his head at the thought, at how wrong it was to think of a co-worker in an outfit that was totally inappropriate. He wondered what got her off, probably watching Mac handcuff the bad guy after brutally beating him, and that's when he would finally sink back into reality. That's when he realized that his fantasies would never ever come true, hat Mac was her type, and he was a nobody.

"Adam," Danny repeated for the fourth time.

Adam Ross slowly became aware of Danny Messer and Stella Bonasera standing in front of him, staring at him with odd looks spread on their faces.

"Oh, sorry," Adam said, shaking his shaggy hair. He rubbed his hand over his scruffy beard, and then turned to the microscope. "There was algae on Stacey Mendel's feet, Sid brought it up to me. At first I thought it was just like dried blood or something, yah know maybe she took her shoes off and cut herself while she was walking or something, I don't know. But then I saw that it was more brown than red like blood would be, so I ran it through trace, and I really didn't think I was going to get any-"

Stella Bonasera held her hand up to motion Adam to stop rambling, then interrupted with "Adam. Where's it from."

"Oh…." Adam said, feeling the blush come across his face. "Ugh, yeah….right….uhmm…" He couldn't speak with any scholarly words, his brain was too tongue tied with how beautiful Stella looked in that tight ass red shirt that stopped right at her belly, and showed just an inch of skin before her jeans hid the rest of her body.

Danny gently took the paper Adam had a death grip on and red the address aloud before turning to find Flack. Stella stayed behind, an innocent smile playing on her lips.

"Thanks Adam," she replied, before following Danny.

Damn it, Adam thought. He should have said something to her. Messer was right, I am a wuss. He turned and admired her ass as her hips swayed down the hall, his ego falling shortly behind. He was never going to get the courage to ask Stella Bonasera on a date, let alone get to fulfill his fantasies.


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