A/N: Not really sure where this one came from. But the movie referenced is 'Seven.'
"Let's watch this one," Stella said, holding up a DVD.
Flack came into the room, carrying a beer for each of them. When he saw what she had picked, he shook his head.
"You don't wanna see that one, Stell."
"C'mon, Don. It's the only movie you have that I haven't seen."
"And it's disturbin' as hell. We see enough of that crap on the job."
"Then why do you own it?" she challenged.
He shrugged. "Good movie."
She placed her hands on her hips. "Then we're watching it."
It didn't take long for Stella to realize that Don had been right. She could handle a lot of things – had to, in fact, with the job that they had – but seeing it on her night off wasn't exactly what she would call fun. It was done well, and she had to admit that Brad Pitt looked hot as hell, but for the most part, it just made her skin crawl. By the end of the movie, she was curled into Don's side, letting the warmth of his body remind her that that what they were watching wasn't real.
"You'll never look at the seven deadly sins the same way again, will ya?" he asked, shutting the TV off.
"Alright, I can admit it…that wasn't what I needed to watch tonight."
"Told ya." He shrugged. "Can't say I'm sad we watched it, though."
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
Flack pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I got to snuggle with you for two hours."
Stella ducked her head, a small blush creeping up her cheeks. "You could have just asked."
He shrugged. "Sometimes I don't wanna have to."
She looked at him for a long moment and then kissed him softly. "Can we just stay like this for awhile."
"As long as you want, Stell," he murmured as she rested her head on his chest. "As long as you want."