"I don't think I've ever seen that much tongue in my life."

Flack glanced over at Stella with a smirk. "They were really goin' at it, huh?"

"And in public…" She shook her head. "It looked like he was trying to stick his tongue all the way down her throat."

He shrugged. "Well, that's because he was doin' it wrong." Stella chuckled, and there was silence as they continued to sit in traffic. He glanced over at her a few more times, before finally taking a deep breath and going for it. "You ever think about you an' me?"

Stella frowned in confusion. "You and me…what?"

Flack shrugged again, looking out the windshield instead of at her. "Kissin'."

She stared at him, eyes wide in shock. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Stell."

Laughing nervously, she shook her head. "You're serious?"

"And you still haven't answered my question," he pointed out. He glanced over at her again, his heart pounding, and his cheeks flushed. "C'mon, Stell…you ever thought about it?"

She stared out her window, one hand over her mouth as she tried to gather her thoughts.

"It's a simple question, Stell –"

"Yes."

He stopped, his eyes wide. "Yes?"

Stella turned to look at him, a smirk on her face. "Yes. I've thought about it." She paused. "Have you?"

Flack couldn't stop the grin from blooming on his face as he nodded. "Yeah, I've thought about it."

They were silent again as the traffic moved forward another few inches. Flack stole glances over at Stella, seeing that a deep blush had settled into her cheeks. Butterflies were dancing around in his stomach, but he knew he couldn't just leave the subject there.

"We could try it, ya know…see what it's like."

"Are you suggesting that we kiss?"

"Why not?"

"Here? Now?" Her voice was getting shrill.

Flack shrugged. "We're stuck in traffic, nothin' better to do. And we've both thought about…" He trailed off. "So why not?"

"You're serious."

He nodded. "Yeah." Looking over at her, he finally looked her in the eye. "C'mon, Stell…"

She stared at him for a moment longer before holding up her index finger on her right hand. "One kiss."

Flack grinned again. "One," he agreed.

Stella nodded, moving so that she was closer to the center of the car. Trying to control his nerves, Don leaned in as well, his eyes searching hers as he cupped her face with one hand. They stared at each other for a long moment, and then he closed the distance between them, kissing her gently.

Soon, he was oblivious to everything that wasn't Stella. His hand had moved until his fingers were tangled in her hair, giving him more leverage to tilt their heads and take the kiss deeper. He could smell her, feel her and taste her, and his senses went into overload, far surpassing any daydream that he may have had. And Stella was matching him; one of her hands was gripping the front of his shirt, while she used the other to cling to his forearm. Their kisses were becoming long and hungry, and Flack was soon inwardly cursing the armrest between them.

A sudden honking caused them both to jerk away. Looking around wide-eyed, Don realized that the traffic was moving again. He glanced over at Stella and saw that she had the same shocked expression on her face as he did. Throwing the car into drive and moving forward, he couldn't help but lick his lips and shake his head.

"Wow," he breathed.

Stella just nodded.