Prompt: jealousy
Mac felt the burn deep in his gut. His teeth grinded and his hands clenched into fists as he watched her leave.
She looked gorgeous, beyond gorgeous. He was pretty sure there wasn't a word that could actually define how beautiful Stella Bonasera truly was.
He wasn't surprised when she came walking back into the lab an hour later.
"Didn't go well?" he asked, darting out from his office, attempting to look cool and collected.
She sighed and spun on one long heel, "We didn't even get to the appetizers and he was already revealing that he liked bondage and trying to stick his hand up my skirt."
"Did you stick your fork in his hand?"
She smiled slightly, "It was very close."
He smiled too, "Come on, let's go out."
"What?"
"You're all dressed up. We should go out."
Stella smiled sweetly, "That's really sweet, Mac, but you don't have to do that."
"Maybe I want to. Maybe I'm tired of watching you walk out of here to meet other men."
"Mac," Stella said, almost unsure she was actually hearing what she was hearing, "Are you sure you mean that?"
"I've meant it for a long time, Stel, just haven't found the right words."
Stella smiled this time and she stood up straighter, all gorgeous, confident woman again, "Well then, what are we waiting for?"
Mac smiled and took her hand, "Nothing."