A/N: I wanted to write this reaffirming my love for Mac and Stella. It's set sometime after Grounds for Deception. It's also for Kate Roberts. Enjoy.
Early Morning
Its early morning. I can tell because the city is just starting to wake up.
I love how this city's tempo rises and falls with the time of day.
New York City is a city that doesn't quite sleep, that's true. But it does have its quiet peaceful moments.
That's my favorite time, right before the city truly wakes up.
That's where I am now, in my bed in the early morning hours watching him.
I'm watching him sleep. He's so at peace when he finally does sleep. Something that doesn't come to him often.
His chest moves up and down in a slow steady manner. His lips slightly open, his breath fills the small space between us. I breathe in the breath he lets out. It's like I'm taking him in, all of him in just a single breath.
I touch him; I can't help but touch him. I touch him not because I think he's going to disappear because at this point, I know he won't.
We've come to far together for him to leave or me either for that matter.
I touch him so I can treasure him, I can savor everything about him. I've loved this man for so long, now I want to take in everything about him.
My hands explore his face, his now soft, less hardened face.
His jaw, the one that tenses when he's upset or angry is now resting.
My fingers draw up to his lips, his thin very sexy lips. The one's that kissed me for the first time. The ones that make my stomach flip when they connect with mine each time after.
I run my fingers gingerly along his temple. His hair doesn't show the slightest bit of gray. A good thing perhaps considering the line of work we are in.
My hand strokes his hair. I love touching his face, his hair, everything.
His eyes flick open now. My hand still tangled in his hair.
His hands reach out to me.
One of his strong hands cups my face. He draws his lips closer to mine. Our lips brush together in an almost kiss. My stomach flips, I smile.
"Morning," I mutter.
"Morning," he smiles to me.
His finger traces around my lips, my mouth and I can't help but be in total love with this man.
He traces the small lines around my eyes as I smile at him.
I cover his hand with my own.
He has no idea what he does to me. Or maybe he does? All I know is that I love being with him like this, as our hands explore each other in the early morning.