Hi everybody! I'm not sure if I should keep going with this or where I should go (Any ideas PM me please!)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jack Squat!
Bursts into song
Mandi, it's your birthday! Happy birthday Mandi!
Okay, so the guy on The Simpsons pretending to be Michael Jackson helped Bart write Lisa a birthday song and the girl from Australia pretending to be a writer (i.e. me) wrote Mandi a birthday story about one of her favourite ships!
Hope you like it Mands and I hope everyone else enjoys it! If you can be bothered I'd really love some reviews….
Love you all tons!
Tricki :0)
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"You know if this were a romantic movie it'd be pouring rain and I'd be kissing the man of my dreams in the middle of the street." Stella said as she and Mac walked to her apartment in the drizzling rain. They had just worked one of the longest shifts of their lives and decided to get dial in at Stella's place.
She half laughed at herself and then thought about what she'd said. What she really meant was
"If this were a romantic movie then you and I would be kissing in the pouring rain." and really what she ultimately meant was
"Will you just kiss me before I die of old age?" Maybe she should have just said that, he didn't seem like he was going to get the picture any other way. Mac was adorable, but possibly not perceptive enough (or willing) to see how in love with him she really was.
Mac looked up at the sky thoughtfully and sighed.
"I wish it was raining more then." He smiled softly and kissed the side of her head, which was something he hadn't done since they were both significantly younger. Her heart skipped three beats (as it always did whenever he touched her) and then her brow furrowed with confusion.
What did he mean by that?
If it were raining more then the man of her dreams would magically appear and start kissing her in the middle of the street?
If it were raining more she'd find someone else and move on from him?
If it were raining more he wouldkiss her in the middle of the street and finally make the move she'd been waiting for since the first day she met him?
That he loved her as much as she loved him?
Maybe it wasn't so out of the question anymore. He had come such a long way in the last few months, taken off his ring, his tie and undone his top button. In Stella's experience this was a definite sign that he was moving on, that he was slowly but surely becoming her Mac again.
Why does this have to be so complicated? She sighed.
A loud clap of thunder shook her out of her thoughts and they both looked up to see rain bucketing down onto them with absolute relentlessness.
Stella's entire face lit up with delight as the rain gradually loosened her curls until they were long, wet waves cascading down her back. She loved the rain.
"Speak of the devil!" She said happily, and laughed. She spun around gleefully under the rain, her tongue exposed to catch droplets, and stopped still when she caught sight of Mac's expression, was she wrong or was that quiet adoration sketched across his features (she wasn't wrong).
"I don't know what I'd do without you." He said softly and kissed her slowly and passionately and deliberately.
'Please don't hurt me' was what ran through her mind when he kissed her for the first time in the pouring rain on a busy New York street.
The next was a burst of 'Baby Don't You Break My Heart Slow',
I want our love to last forever but I'd rather you be mean than love and lie
I'd rather hear the truth than have to say goodbye
I'd rather take a blow, at least then I would know
but baby don't you break my heart slow. But baby don't you break my heart slow…
And then insecurities just flooded her mind, pounding unceasingly, all trying to be heard…
'I don't think you're ready… do you really love me? Are you really the old Mac again? Are you sure you're ready? Because you can't take this back… Please, please, please don't want to take this back…. I want to be with you so much…….'
For the past four years they had been like a car with one side's wheels going slowly and one side going fast - they kept going in circles. She wasn't sure if he'd sped up to her level, she'd slowed down to his or if they'd just come to a point in the middle but whichever it was she loved it. Forwards was the only direction she wanted to go, she was SO sick of going in circles.
Stella gaped at him.
"Who are you and what have you done with the New Mac Taylor?"
"He never worked, Stel."
"Tell me about it! I had to put up with him for five years!" She joked exasperatedly.
"I can't go back there Stella. I don't want to be him anymore" He whispered against her ear and kissed it lightly, like it was a butterfly he was trying to give Mouth To Mouth.
"You're not him…You're still the Old Mac."
"Well then the Old Mac has good news." He smiled and linked his arms around her.
"Do tell." She said with a sly grin.
"He loves you a lot."
"Good." She whispered. "That's very good." She kissed him until they were both in serious need of air and realised that she had forgotten to say something…
"I forgot to tell you… I have good news too." She said.
"Really? Do tell." He mimicked her playfully.
"I love you a lot too."
"That is good news. Now can we please go inside before we get hypothermia?"
"You know if this was a romantic movie - " He silenced her with a kiss and then smiled at her.
"The credits would be rolling by now." He said with an amused look on his face and then pulled her into her hallway and hugged her close to him while they waited for the lift.
"What do you think you're doing?" She laughed.
"Well I don't know about you but I'm freezing."
"I'm pretty sure I can think of something to warm you up." She grinned slyly. And with that she opened her front door and thought of many creative ways of getting warm.
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Hours later (when they were both much warmer) she kissed him softly and asked the question that had been playing on her mind.
"Why now, Mac?"
"Because all good epic love stories start in the rain."