This is the end. Hope you will enjoy this last chapter, it took me a couple of days to come up with it… I'm still not sure about the first part, where they… well, you'll know once you read it. Let me know what you think?

Bye for now, but you'll heard from me again, hopefully very soon!

Eli

He deposited her softly upon the covers, positioning his knees at both sides of her body; Stella didn't waste a second as her fingers quickly found the clasp of Mac's belt, eliciting a small appreciative grunt from the man. He reclaimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, his hands tangling in her curls as she made quick work of his belt.

-Mmm… Mac…-, she purred, brushing her palms against Mac's hard chest as he divested himself from his black jeans. –Why did I never rip the shirt off your chest?-, she wondered aloud, flipping them over so that the man was now lying under her. She lowered her face, letting her tongue flicker to playfully lick Mac's navel, then went up his chest, following the line dividing his abs, moistening it with her saliva.

Unexpectedly, she shifted her attention to his left nipple, teething it hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from her lover. Shuddering, he jumped lightly to embrace Stella, making their bodies adhere so much that she felt his muscles stretch under her abdomen; he flipped them over again, repositioning himself on top of his partner, smirking down at her.

-If you recall, I should be the one doing the punishing, not the other way round, so don't bite, Stella. -, he ordered, reaching with his hands for the woman's back with the intent of unclasping her bra.

-This is nice…-, he commented, brushing the lace of the garment between his fingertips before throwing it behind his shoulders. -…but you won't need it. -, he added, lightly tracing the swell of Stella's breasts with his forefinger, having her sigh at the touch. She squirmed, and he knew she was ticklish there. Grinning devilishly, he lowered his head so that he was facing the woman's side and slowly, oh so slowly, licked the most sensitive spot, just below her armpit.

-Oww… ah!-, the curly haired woman gasped, wriggling under Mac's body. If he was able to have her panting without as much as touching her, what would he manage to do to her once their union was complete?

Stella barely managed to finish the thought before her brain registered the fact that Mac had moved his hands to the zipper of her pants. She raised her eyes to meet his; she nodded resolutely at the questioning look she found there, and silently helped him disentangle her legs from the dark garment.

They kissed again, and Mac's desire for the woman lying beneath him was more evident than ever, the bulge still restrained by his boxers pressing deliciously against Stella's lower abdomen.

-Stella, I need you…-, Mac confessed in a whisper, almost ashamed to show his need for her.

-Then take me, Mac. I'm yours, I've always been yours, even when we both failed to realize that. -, Stella encouraged him, rubbing her lace covered vagina against his hard shaft, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from the man.

-Yes…-, he breathed, carefully, almost reverently removing the lace tong to free curls darker and thicker than those surrounding the woman's face. Stella watched in anticipation as the former Marine lowered his face between her parted legs, and whimpered when she first felt his tongue slide over her inner tight, reaching the pulsing point. It was nothing, nothing, though, compared to the way she cried when the tip of his tongue slid between her inner lips.

She panted and gasped as Mac explored her inner sanctuary with his hot tongue, almost exploding in pure pleasure the faster he rubbed her clit with it.

-Mac… Oh my God…-, she breathed a moment before he started slowing his sensual assault. She wasn't sure exactly when the man had got ridden of his boxers; at any rate, she was very conscious of the moment their most intimate union started. She had not expected him to be so big; he wasn't exceptionally tall a man, nor the sturdiest she had dated, yet he filled her completely, rocking spots very few, if none, had managed to hit.

She grasped his shoulders as he dived repeatedly into her, scratching them until they bled as the first waves of the building orgasm hit her. She came first, soon followed by Mac. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as the woman still tried to regain her breath herself, sweat glistening upon both skin.

After a moment of stillness, the man slid to Stella's side, placing a kiss to her temple.

-Thank you for opening up to me. -, he whispered, circling her waist with an arm.

She didn't say the words, but as sleep claimed her, Stella thought to herself that the man had worked long and hard to gain her complete and utter trust, and that if she had opened up, literally, to Mac years ago she would have spared them both a lot of heart ache.

Because Mac would do anything for her.

***FOUR MONTHS LATER***

-Have you noticed something different with Stella?-, Danny asked casually to the man walking next to him, his friend and colleague Sheldon Hawkes. The Afro American man smiled to himself; Messer never asked something casually, he always had an ulterior motive.

-What do you mean?-, he feigned ignorance, willing the other CSI to share his thoughts before doing so himself.

-Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but she seems happier lately, and that's odd for someone who's just recovered from the flu, however light it was…-, Danny commented.

-Yes, but we're talking about Stella, here. She's used to bounce back in no time, and you'll have to admit that she's rather the cheerful person. -, Sheldon pointed out. Deep in thought, probably considering this, it took the other man a moment to reply.

-Yes, but… okay, this will probably sound absurd, but have you noticed the change in her wardrobe? Suddenly she'd wearing all these large shirt… not that they don't look good on her, but it's different from what we're used to see her into…-

-Should your wife be worried with you checking Stella out?-, Sheldon joked, earning a fake laugh from his friend. –Seriously, though, I have noticed, yes. Maybe someone finally complained about her low-cut tops and Mac persuaded her to change a bit. -, he added with a shrug. Danny shook his head.

-No, man, they're still low cut. Larger, but still low cut. -, he bit back, voice gradually dropping as they reached the break room, where Lindsay and Stella were already sitting on the couch, talking animatedly to each other.

-Is it just my imagination, or is Lindsay kinda looking… ecstatic?-, without waiting for a reply, he burst into the room, stepping in front of Stella, who looked up and smiled at him. He took a moment to check out her abdomen before blurting out: -Are you pregnant, Stella?-

Sheldon might have chocked on his own saliva had Mac not entered the room –there was always the rule that no one got to get killed while in Mac's presence; the dark haired man sat on the only free spot by Stella's side and gently placed his large hands upon the woman's belly.

The shape his fingers followed was unmistakable.