* I don't own anything, CSI:NY belongs to the people who have the rights to it. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D

"Hey Mac," Danny greeted him as he walked into the lab. "You're looking positively radiant today, what's up?"

"Nothing. I just… had a good breakfast," Mac wore an unusual smile on his face.

Danny surveyed the older man's face for any hints of dishonesty.

"You're hiding something. I can tell."

"No, I am not hiding anything, Danny," he spoke with a strong voice. "What did you want, by the way?"

"Oh yeah, I just wanted to ask you where Stella was staying now. Our apartment has an extra room and Lindsay thought it would be more practical if Stella stayed with us."

Mac didn't seem to be listening to what he was saying.

"Mac!" Danny finally caught his attention. "So… Stella? Where is she staying? Lindsay tried to call her this morning but her cell was off."

"Yeah, uhmm," he cleared his throat before continuing. "She mentioned something about sleeping the day off before I left."

Before either of the two could add another sentence to the conversation, a loud shriek echoed across the floor.

"OMG, Stell!!! Really?" Lindsay excitedly spoke to her phone in her office. "Tell me everything!"

"Looks like Montana found her already. Talk to you later, boss." Danny left Mac's office and walked up to Lindsay.

"Hey babe, you asked her yet?"

"Talk to you later, Stell," Lindsay said into the phone. "Tell me all about it tomorrow. Promise? Alright, bye!" She ended the call.

"She found a place already," she stated plainly.

"That was fast," Danny was surprised.

"She's staying with Mac!" Lindsay was practically shouting out of excitement. "And they…" she stopped herself when she saw Mac heading towards their direction.

"They… what?" Danny asked anxiously.

Mac stood beside Danny now, his face still positively aglow. His attempt to hide any and all emotion from his face was evident.

"Lindsay," Mac called out to her. "I'd prefer if you didn't disclose any office gossip around. Thank you," he said with a stern look.

"They…" Danny continued. "Oh my god. You guys did it?!" he now sounded as excited as his wife.

"What?!" Mac and Lindsay exclaimed in unison.

"Oh, I guess not huh," Danny concluded with remorse.

"Get to work," Mac ordered them, wearing half a smirk on his face.

On his way out, he heard Lindsay tell Danny, "They're going out on a date tonight!". He shook his head and laughed at how excited of his personal life his employees were.

Arriving at his apartment, he hung his overcoat on the rack and took off his suit jacket as well.

"Stella?" he looked around and found her curled up on the couch.


/Guess we won't be going out for dinner./ He entered the kitchen and began preparing a meal for two.

Stella woke up to the wonderful smell of spaghetti.

"Oh, good. You're up. Let's eat." He handed her a plate of spaghetti.

She sat up and gave Mac some space to sit beside her. They sat side by side and enjoyed their meal quietly. The hour passed by so slowly; filled with sweet glances and meaningful smiles.

"Gimme," it was practically an order from Mac, motioning for her to hand him the dishes.

"No, Mac. I haven't done anything around here. I can't cook that well so cooking's out the window. At least let me help with the dishes."

"No, you go relax and get some rest. You are a guest here and you shouldn't be doing any housework."

She let out a frustrated sigh and stepped away from the sink. Mac started washing the dishes, unaware that Stella was still there, watching him.

"You know, Mac, the house-husband aura looks sexy on you," she eyed him and waited for his reaction.

"Uhm, thank you," he replied uncomfortably.

"I'm gonna go take a bath and then I'm heading to bed, good night," she left and headed for the bathroom.

After he was done with the dishes, he walked into the master bedroom to grab some nightwear. The bathroom door was left ajar, one step nearer and he could see what was happening inside.


/Stop yourself, Mac./ He shook his head and all his lustful thoughts deserted him.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he heard a muffled moan coming from the bathroom. "Fuck. Oh, Mac." A brief moment of silence was followed by a sigh of fulfillment.

His eyes widened at the sound of his name unexpectedly escaping Stella's lips.

/Mac…/ He heard her moan out his name. His whole body froze but a certain part of his anatomy was responding quite appropriately to the situation.


/Damn it./ He felt discomfort as his lower body strained against his trousers. Cold beads of sweat were now dripping on his face.

He tried to creep out of the room unnoticed. As he was about to take the last step out the door, Stella came out of the bathroom wearing his robe with a towel wrapped around her hair.


/My clothes look great on her./ Mac unknowingly licked his lips at the sight of this beautiful lady.

Stella just stood there in shock, staring at him.

"Mac, what are you doing here?" it was the first thing that came out of her mouth.

"Just uh, getting some clothes," he looked away from her. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Good night." He walked out as fast as his legs would carry him.

"Mac!" she called out after him. She grabbed his arm and stopped him in the middle of the hallway.

They stared at each other, eye to eye. The air was thick with tension.

At the spur of the moment, Stella cupped his jaw and kissed him, then her hands held on to his forearms, pinning him against the wall. Mac responded by kissing her as deeply and as passionately as she had started. His hands dropped the clothes he was holding and traveled to Stella's back and neck. His right hand crept up to her head; sensually searching for the golden curls he had always loved.

Pushing him with her whole body now, her firm breasts were now against his sturdy chest. She ran her hands on his short hair; her long nails now scratching his scalp. Stella worked her way to Mac's neck, enjoying every inch of skin exposed to her. His hold loosened as he felt the surge of ecstasy throughout his body.

"Oh, Ste-" he was unable to utter her name as he felt her nibble on his ear.

He was helpless against her. He just stood there and let her have her way with him.

She rubbed her hips against Mac's and she felt him squirm underneath her. Stella quickly pulled his dress shirt from his torso, only to find a black v-neck t-shirt underneath.

"Do you really have to wear that much clothing?" she asked with a slight tone of frustration.

Mac took the liberty of removing his shirt for her. "Happy?" he asked with a smirk.

She looked pleased as her eyes devoured the sight of the shirtless Mac Taylor before her.

"Not quite," she got on her knees and did away his trousers. She pulled his boxers from his hips and stroked his shaft from base to tip.

"Mmmm," he let out a soft moan. "Oh my gahhhhh…"

She took his manhood and placed it in her mouth. She held on to his ass for support as she bobbled her head back and forth, feeling his length up to the back of her throat. She scraped her teeth lightly on his skin and felt him shudder. A familiar feeling crept up inside him.

"Wait, Stella," he managed to get a hold of her and stop her for a while. He shook his head and said, "No, I want our first time to be special."

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