One Kiss
Disclaimer: Not mine! But as soon as I´ll get rich, I´ll buy it....
Spoiler: nope
Raiting: T
Summary: Mac and Stella. And a kiss. Nothing serious, just a little silly Smacked-fluff...
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Dedication: This story is for Maja, who allowed me to follow her into her smacked-world and who read this story first an encouraged me to post it. Thank you, sweetie!
Stella´s POV
It´s all Mac´s fault.
None of this would´ve happened, if Mac hadn´t turned his head to the left. If he had been standing still, like he normally does, when I bend myself towards him to peck his cheek, my lips would´ve only touched the save warm skin of his face right below his right eye. Nothing dangerous in that. I often peck him on his cheek. Meanwhile I can handle it pretty well without fearing to freak out and trying to eat him alive cause he tastes so sweet. Sometimes even, when I feel really strong and want to play with fire just to prove that I can handle the heat, I kiss the the right corner of his mouth.
But fact is, Mac HAD turned his head and instead of his fresh skin I suddenly had his soft lips under my own. Still that hadn´t been any problem, if I had been able to control myself. If I had just pulled away after I felt his mouth against mine.
Of course I hadn´t been able to control myself. Of course not.
I blame my tiredness, that I wasn´t able to resist him. I blame the sweet smile on his lips he gave me as I entered his office half an hour ago to invite him for dinner. The same smile which grew even sweeter as he accepted. I blame my own greek temper, the scent of his clean skin that always numbs my senses, making me concentrate myself of filling my nostrils with his smell and of course his mouth opening slightly under my lips in a small gesture of surprise, which tickled my lips what caused me to press my mouth firm against his to intensify the feeling.
And now I´m kissing him. Really kissing him. With closed eyes, my arms whined around his neck, holding his head to mine, and my lips moving over his mouth in a gentle caress.
He´s standing perfectly still.
Great, suddenly he´s able to stand still. Now everything is too late and I lose myself in the feeling of this one-sided kiss, he´s able to stand still. Just great!
Finally I pull away and take a step back, letting go of his neck and immediately missing the warmth of his skin on my arms. Breathing hard, I force my eyes to open up again to gaze at his face.
He looks shocked. His face is pale and his eyes are wide open, staring at me like a deer is staring in the bright light of a closer coming car. Then he lets go of the breath he had kept in his lungs till my lips had sealed his in that kiss.
Time is funny, you know. Moments which felt like hours sometimes lasted only a few brief seconds. If you had asked me, how long I had lost myself in this kiss, I would´ve answered that I kissed him for at least twenty minutes, but know Mac is taking his first gulp of air since our lips touched, I start to doubt my appreciation of time, assuming, that if I really had kissed him for twenty minutes, Mac would´ve turned blue, because of the lack of air.
Now it´s quite the same. I already feel like we´ve been staring at each other speechlessly for hours but the unnerving ticking of the clock in Mac´s office, which I can hear again, now that my blood slows down and is no longer pounding in my ears like only minutes before during the kiss, tells me otherwise.
I know, I should say something, should break this uneasy silence and should try to lighten the mood, but I can´t find any words, let alone whole sentences to explain my earlier behavior.
'It´s your own fault, you shouldn´t have moved' is really NOT an option. Neither are 'You smell too good and I can´t get enough of you' or 'Your taste is delicious and I´m loving your lips.'
Maybe I should just turn on my heels and leave before he comes to his senses and gives me the 'You´re my best friend'-speech. Maybe I should hide and call in sick tomorrow to blame a strange disease for my today's lack of control... Yeah, great idea, which 'strange disease' should that be? The 'I´m-in love-with-my-best-friend-itis'?
I´m just about to turn around and leave, deciding I could come up with a better fake-disease, when I´m home alone and his nearness is not longer distracting my mind, as he suddenly comes back to life and places his right hand slightly on my shoulder, preventing me from turning away from him as I had intended to. His mouth is opening and closing again and again, obviously trying to speak and so obviously failing in finding some words like I had been just a few seconds ago. Then I barely have time to notice the 'What-the-hell'-look in his eyes, he always gets before he does something spontaneous, before he grabs my shoulders with both hands and finally kisses me back with passion.
As I said, it´s all Mac´s fault.
Wheo, that was it, my first all-by-myself-Smacked-oneshot. I hope you liked it, please be a doll and leave a review.
PS: I´m german, so please excuse if I messed the grammer up (I always feel unsure when it comes to english subjunctive, so if i made a major mistake, I would be grateful for some advices!)
