Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY
Trying to get a moment alone to have a word with Flack was pretty much impossible. Stella had discovered that early on in their relationship but she still found it incredibly frustrating some days. Today was certainly one of those days as she'd been trying to talk to him all day. She finally had him alone when they'd gotten the call from Danny that he was on his way in with their suspect. With a man to question in about five minutes Stella threw up her hands and gave up.
Not an hour later their guy had confessed and she was walking back to her car with every intention of heading home. When her cell phone rang she groaned and hoped that it wasn't a summons back to the lab. With a sigh she pulled the phone out and put it to her ear. "Bonasera."
"Leaving so soon," Flack's voice asked on the other end.
She couldn't help the smile that crossed her features. "I'm going home before I can get dragged back to the lab."
"I'm wounded you didn't stick around to see me," he joked. "What did you need earlier?"
She laughed. "I needed to tell you that we're going out tonight."
"We are, are we?" Flack asked wryly. "And where are we going?"
"You'll find out," Stella told him slyly as she slid into the car. "Wear something nice."
"Don't I always?"
At eight sharp that night Stella opened her front door to find Flack leaning against the door jamb rather casually. "So, where are we going?"
Stella shook her head. "Uh uh." She reached up to tug on the lapels of the button down shirt he'd left open at the neck, pulling him down and kissing him softly. "You'll find out."
He pulled back and for the first time since he arrived, Flack noticed Stella's outfit. She was dressed in thin strapped, curve skimming purple silk that stopped abruptly at the knee. The heels put her nearly at his eye level and her hair curled wildly around her face. "I think that wow would be a completely inadequate statement to make, but since I think my brain quit working about a minute ago I've just got to say… wow."
She smiled up at him as she wrapped her arms around him. "You haven't seen anything yet."
Flack kissed her languidly. She smelled like sin and looked even better, and he suddenly felt incredibly reluctant to go anywhere. "You sure you want to go out?" he asked somewhat hopefully.
Laughing, she tugged on his hand, shutting the door behind them. "Let's go."
She took him to a club off the beaten path. It was artfully, albeit dimly, lit and the dance floor was packed with couples moving to the music. "You never stop surprising me, you know that?" Flack said with a smile.
"Good to know. Come on."
They took a table and before long they were enjoying some of the best food they'd had in weeks. As usual conversation between them flowed easily as they ate and when they were finished Don looked out towards the dance floor. "You up for it?"
Stella grinned. "Why do you think I brought you here tonight? Show me what you've got Detective."
Flack obligingly took her hand and led her out on the floor. It quickly became that what he had was pretty spectacular. The song was a quick one and her laugh rang out across the floor as the spun and dipped their way to the end. The next song was slow and sensuous and Stella closed the gap between them as it started. "You're an excellent dancer Detective," she told Flack playfully.
His blue eyes flashed with humor. "A well guarded secret. Don't tell Messer, I'll never live it down."
She laughed. "Secret's safe with me."
Pressed close together, they swayed in contented silence for a moment before Flack spoke again. "You know, I've wanted to dance with you this way since the night we went after the jokers with the super car."
"Really?" She looked up somewhat bemusedly. "I seem to remember a very pretty young thing whispering some very creative suggestions in your ear that night."
"She was very pretty and very young, and that's about all she had going for her. But you…" He trailed off for a moment, running a finger along her collar bone. "You were absolutely radiant. That slinky number you were in made me want my hands all over you. Of course I figured if I got my hands all over you right then and there I'd lose my hands and my job."
She shook her head. "I can't say you wouldn't have lost your job, but I can tell you for sure that you wouldn't have lost your hands. You probably would have gotten more than you lost."
"Keep telling me things like that and we'll be making quite a stir in a minute here."
"Well, just to add a bit more fuel to the fire; I feel it's only fair to let you know…" She moved until her mouth was a hair's breadth from his. "Those suggestions your little friend was whispering in your ear? I can top them any day," she whispered.
"I'll bet you can," he mumbled against her lips before he kissed her. "I'll just bet you can."
