Title: Cinnamon Lips
Author: Maja Elisabeth
Summary: It all started under the mistletoe, along with a bite of Sid's home made cinnamon rolls.
Pairing: Smacked – Stella/Mac
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/General
Disclaimer: I do not own anything! I swear.
A/n: I felt like trying to do something longer and M rated (But well I doubt that it will contain something called a plot, but hey! It's called PWP for a reason!), just because I feel so happy because it's Christmas, my birthday and that I'm free from school soon too! (So wonderful and unbelievable)
Feedback: Is always appreciated, and it makes me smile ^^
Status: On Going

Mac's POV

I'm sure that all of this was Danny's idea, or well it could have been Lindsay too if I think about it a little bit. But what I'm absolutely certain about is that someone of those two had something to do with the mistletoes which were put up around the lab, especially in the door openings. To be honest he didn't mind the Christmas decorations, I would never do something about how the lab looked – it would probably look the same the year around. The decorations indeed made everyone come in the special Christmas spirit.

The last few days it had snowed, the streets were covered in the purest white and the kids were having snowball fights and making snow men in Central Park. Danny and Lindsay's little Lucy had came into the lab only yesterday with red cheeks from the cold outside and told me proudly that she'd threw a snowball at Danny and then she giggled her adorable laugh. Then she'd crawled up in Stella's lap, and told her all the details about the snowball.

Stella had laughed and tickled the little girl. I've always known that she would be good with children, it's a shame that she didn't have any of her own. Or yeah, often you need another person to do that. And she haven't met Mr. Right, yet.

To be true, I liked her for years but haven't got the guts to tell her so. I've had the words on my lips, ready to tell her, right then and there, but somehow it always seemed so silly when I was a second away from laying all my feelings on the table in front of her. What if she said no? That it was okay for us to just be friends? Just friends? What would I do? I thought and sighed. Or even worse, that she found Mr. Right before I even had tried to catch her. That would be the worst case scenario, if I didn't had the chance to fight for her.

I seen Stella running back and fourth outside my office, carrying case files and evidence between her office and one of the labs. Occasionally she'd waved or smiled at me through the glass walls. A smile from her could brighten up even one of the most hopeless days. A pity I've never told her that.

It's strange somehow, I could go inside a building where I know there's a dangerous and armed man without feeling a thing, I'm barely nervous or frightened. But whenever I see Stella, my heart starts racing and I feel nervous and scared if something goes wrong. If something went wrong inside the building with the armed man, I know I have the back up force. But where is my back up force when I'll talk to Stella? Right, there was none. It's usually like that, back up forces are seldom needed when you have them, they are only needed were you can't have them as a back up plan. For instance, in your private life, or more appropriate the lack of private life I experience for the moment.

I turned my swivel chair around and looked out over the skyline of the city, it was beautiful with the millions of white crystals falling down from the sky. Christmas Eve were coming closer with big steps. A week and a day from now, eight days. I assume that Stella and I would do the same thing as all previous Christmas Eves we have celebrated together – first she comes over to my place around noon, and then we swap presents often we watch a movie, a random picked one, depends on what the TV channels offers on Christmas Eve, then we eat something and wishes each other a merry Christmas. I usually follow her down to the street, watches as she takes a cab back to her apartment, and then there I am, a lonely man on a crowded sidewalk - blaming myself for not have picked up the courage to tell her how I feel this year, either. Hoping that the next coming year will bring something better than what just passed.

The silver bracelet I had bought at Tiffany's as a Christmas present for Stella was in my top drawer, she loves those blue boxes she'd once said. The previous year I'd bought her a pair of earrings, and now I often take a second look when she walks by, if she wears the earrings or not. A jolt of happiness flashes through me every time I see her wear them. Just the thought of that she chose to wear them today, when she probably have over dozens of others to chose from. It made me smile, it's simple as that to make a man like me happy.

I use to say that nothing happens if you don't make a change, Newton's first law, Law Of Inertia states that if there's no force acting on a body it will continue to move in an constant speed until an equal but opposite force will stop it, or change its direction.

Maybe it's time to try to stop this body before it moves too far away, before it's too late to try to change the direction, now when there's still hope and the course could be adjusted.

I really hope that this year brings something good.

"Mac?" Stella's voice brought me from my day dreams and back to reality again. "Are you there?"

"Yeah..." I shook my head, and pinched the bridge between my nose. She chewed on something and traces of sugar was left on the corners of her lips and on a strand of her honey colored curls, I had to control myself so I wouldn't brush it away.

"Do you want some coffee?" she leaned over my desk, and a few crumbs of what she ate fell down on my recently done paperwork. If it would be anyone than Stella I would have shouted more or less nice and friendly words to that person and sent him or her out from my office with the face first through the door, but as I said – it was Stella, and she's the exception for every rule I've set up in my whole life. "The others are waiting in the break room, and you need to take a pause from work"

"Yeah, sure" I agreed, well, I could have said no, but I really hadn't any good excuses for not following her, now when all my paperwork actually was done. "I'll be right there."

"What are you eating?" I asked her when we walked towards the break room.

"Sid's home made cinnamon rolls" Stella replied and smiled. "They taste great."

"Can you eat something Sid have baked?" I frowned, I couldn't really imagine Sid leaned over the stove, baking maybe wearing an apron. No, that was really hard to imagine, especially the apron part of it. I maybe didn't want to get those visions in my head either, so I let it be.

"Don't look like that" she said, and giggled. "It's not bad at all, even though I was a little bit suspicious first but-" Stella was abruptly cut off with a loud cheer from Danny when we stepped into the break room to join the others. Sid sat on a chair and ate the cinnamon rolls, which I assumed no one other than Stella had the guts to taste yet, but Flack still seemed to doubt over the cake – poking a little bit and sniffing. Though it wouldn't surprise me if Sid had actually put something strange in the dough that didn't belong in there. And Danny practically jumped up and down and pointed at us.

"Hah!" he shouted with a big cocky grin plastered on his face. "I knew it!"

"What?" Stella looked at me, seemed to be as confused as I was. Yes, we all were used with Danny's small odd things time to time, but what on earth was this?

"You two are standing under a mistletoe!" Danny so kindly informed us.

All heads in the break room were turned to look at me and Stella.

"There's no wonder that we do" I heard myself mutter. "Those things are everywhere!"

" … And you know what that means" the blonde CSI snickered and for the moment I wondered why I ever had hired him.

"That you are so close from losing your job" I growled.

"Aww, come on Mac" Sid cut in with a smile on his lips. "You can't break a tradition."

"What?"

"Kiss her" Flack encouraged me. "I would do it if I was in your position" then Jess nudged him in his side with her elbow. Probably hard, because I could hear how he tried to hold back that wince.

"Maaaaaac" Danny said in a whining tone. "Come on"

I turned to Stella, my heart pounded like nothing I've ever experienced before.

"Are you okay with this?" I felt how my chances of getting away from this shrunk to minimal. The smell of Sid's cinnamon rolls should have been enough to make me turn in the door opening I thought.

Stella wriggled her brows and smiled at me.

"So, what does that mean?" I stammered confused. "Look Stell, I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or anything -"

My ramblings were cut off by her "Shut up and kiss me Taylor"

Both Danny and Flack's jaws looked like they were ready to hit the ground as soon as those words had left Stella's lips.

I carefully tilted my head to the left and planted a soft kiss on her right cheek.

Now Danny had seemed to recover from the previous chock and said; "That wasn't even a real kiss" he retorted.

"Shut it Messer" I barked.

"It should be on the lips at least" Flack agreed, and Sid nodded.

"I don't know if I cont what ever that was as a kiss" Stella cut in, teasing me, and I felt how my cheeks began to redden.

Okay, I thought, if I had to do it, I had to do it right.

So I grabbed Stella by her waist, pushed her up against the wall and kissed her roughly. Her smooth lips were melting into mine, at first I thought she was a little bit surprised and even uncomfortable but before I had the time to pull away, she responded my kiss with the same hungrily frenzy, pushing her body closer to mine. Her lips tasted like cinnamon from Sid's rolls, then when that was mixed with our ragged breaths I could taste her. Sweet, but yet demanding silky lips.

It took a while for me to realize what I was doing and how it must have looked for those who were watching. Their boss were making out in the break room with his co-worker and right hand. I pulled away hastily.

"Stell," This was such an embarrassing situation. "I'm sorry" I excused myself and hurried away and left the break room behind me.

Hihi, I have already finished the second chapter - and you decide when you want it uploaded! Please review. (And I know this wasn't much of M rating, but next chapter. *hint*)