Title: Happy Anniversary
Chapter 10 - Year Ten - Tin

A/N: Okay so for ages if we go according to the show and say Stella was 32 as they claimed (I know lame but we'll go with it) she'd now be 42 and I would guess Mac about 5 years older on the show (again lame I know but) so now he'd be 47 (after 10 years of marriage). Hope that makes sense and I'm trying to keep it relative with their SMexy life! Lol...so that's why no golden!

~TRADITIONAL GIFT = TIN ~

"Are you serious Mac?"

"I am serious chief."

"And there is nothing I can do to change your mind?"

"I'm sorry Sir, but there isn't."

"Damn you're stubborn."

"My wife tells me that all the time."

"She's right."

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"Thought I'd find you here," Stella comments as she slowly eases herself into he small booth across from her husband. She motions to the waitress to come over and take her order. "Sorry I'm late," she remarks as she places her order and then looks at Mac with a frown, taking his hands in hers and holding them firmly.

"Just got here."

"Liar, you were here for the last hour replaying every second of your argument with Sinclair."

"It was a discussion."

"It was a shouting match."

"Fine, a shouting match," he huffs as he breaks their contact and takes a swig of his second beer. He leans back in the booth and offers her a heavy frown. "I didn't want the politics."

"I can understand why Sinclair wanted you Chief of Detectives but I can also understand why you wanted to remain where you are. Thank you for the raise by the way," she states warmly as she leans in closer, stopping his actions from taking another swig. "Wait for dinner."

"He was pretty pissed."

"Rightfully so."

"Stella..."

"Mac you know there are others who want a supervisory role, like Danny or even Sheldon."

"And I told him that I am fully aware of that but I am not ready to give it up just yet..." his voice trails off as he looks away. "Ah damn it!"

"If it means anything I think you made the right decision."

"Really?"

"Yes, but my reasons are selfish; I like having my partner at my side every day."

"I love the field Stella, I hate politics; the ass kissing the bull...I just don't thrive in that kind of arena."

"Dead bodies, unsolvable cases, weekends off..." her voice trails off as her lips curl upward. "I know you are upset and tense but will you please at least humor me and eat the dinner I ordered for you?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For the bad mood that..." he huffs as he takes another swig of beer. "Yeah happy anniversary," he states in misery.

Stella leans forward and rests her hand on his cheek. "Just one more hurdle Mac. You know there is a pilot project for CSI Administrator for the City. So maybe when it's finally up and running..."

"And you'd be okay with that?"

"More than okay."

"I'll think about it."

"Good. So now that that's settled we have more important things to discuss."

"Tin?"

"And our plan still stands right?"

"Going through our Tin playbox? Of course it still stands. But are you seriously going to make me supper from a can?"

"Trust me you'll like it," Stella winks as their meal arrives. Both finally settle into their meals, dinner time conversation turning away from Mac's showdown with Sinclair and focusing on their anniversary weekend that was now only hours away.

Stella watches Mac's fists tighten around his fork and knows he'll be in mood for anything sexual when they get home. Or will he? But just as her mind was about to resign defeat when another thought comes to mind. The perfect way to distract my husband. Both of them finish up their supper and then head home in silence.

"Mac, I want you just to go into the bedroom, undress and wait for me."

"Stella, I'm not..." he starts only to have her gently press her lips to his.

"For me?"

"When we make love I want you to know I am going to enjoy it. No I meant..."

"Silly man," she teases. "Trust me you'll enjoy it."

"Of course I will but..."

"Move it Mac!" She directs and his face finally softens. "I'll be in in a few minutes."

"Right," Mac resigns with a slight smile as he turns and heads for the bedroom to change and hopefully unwind. Heading into their anniversary weekend he just hated the fact that his discussion with Sinclair had to wait until late Friday afternoon. He hates politics and the limelight and Sinclair's job has plenty of both. But with Stella's suggestion now dancing around in his brain he finds that his anxiety is finally starting to subside and hopes that at least tonight he'll be able to unwind a little more before he actually tries to sleep. He pulls open his side of the dresser and stares at the small tin box with a small card attached to it and feels his body starting to relax a little bit more.

He hears Stella slowly moving around in the kitchen humming to herself and smiles. How on earth did I ever get so lucky? He ponders as he sheds his work clothes; wearing only his black underwear and then reaches for a pair of sleep pants.

"Nice try Mac," Stella lightly scolds as she places her hand on his and stops his actions.

"But..."

"Time to get your mind off work."

"Stella I..."

"Turn around Mac," Stella instructs. "Please?" All to happy to comply, Mac slowly turns around, delighting in the feel of his wife's soft body pressing up against his, her lips planting warm kisses on his neck and back. But before Mac can react, Stella gently ties a piece of dark silk around his eyes, sealing out the light and any forthcoming actions.

"Stella..." he gently protests as she presses her thumb to his lips.

"Time to relax Mac," she whispers as she guides him to bed and makes him lie down, hoping he'll try to relax while she undresses.

"What are you doing?"

"Changing."

"But..." he starts as his fingers try to remove the blindfold that is now tied around his head.

"I'll strip for you later."

"Really?"

"Really," she whispers as she finally sheds her last vestige of clothing and then frees him of his underwear before her lips start to plant warm kisses on his mouth, silencing any forthcoming audible offerings before moving lower.

"Mmm Stella," Mac lightly groans as her lips rest on his nipple and start to hungrily kiss his warm bare chest; his body arching into hers and his erection immediately swelling. "Feels so good."

"That's the idea Mac," Stella replies softly as her lips move lower, resting around his belly and forcing it to suck in with delight. "Mmm you smell good Mac," she mentions as her lips have moved back to his neck, faint traces of cologne playing with her senses. "But you are tense."

"Can I say I told you so?" He sighs heavily as hand once again tries to remove the dark piece of silk.

"Just relax Mac, please..." she begs as her mouth hungrily covers hers, her naked body pressing up against his; forcing him to harden further. "Your body is having no trouble."

"You're kidding right?" Mac asks weakly, forcing her to just smile as her fingers play with his handsome face.

"And your heart?"

"Loves you more than anything," Mac answers in truth. "I..." is all he manages before Stella's lips once again cover his, her tongue pushing into the soft folds of his mouth and once again silencing any sounds he might be wanting to offer.

Mac's strong hands guide her hips into position, pushing into her and allowing his own brain to delight in the soft gasp as their sexual union starts. Stella's body's gently rocks on her husband's warm naked body as his strong hands hold her captive against his rapidly beating heart.

Not being able to see only heightens Mac's sexual prowess forcing his body to react with stronger thrusts whenever her lips surprise him in places he wasn't expecting.

"Stella...oh m..." he starts as her lips nibble his neck, forcing his body to arch once more, pushing into her with harder force. Small beads of sweat start to form on his brow, drenching the top of the silk as her tongue flirts with the crook of his warm ear.

"Feels so..." he tries again, only to have his lips offer a slight gasp of delight as her fingers tease his groin area, once again forcing him to push into her; and his brain drinking in the sounds of pleasure his wife was offering at his actions.

"Mmm love you Mac," Stella whispers as her lips once again move to his and hungrily devour them, as their sexual climax nears.

"Love you more," Mac replies as his fingers, still lost in golden curls bring her flushed lips back to his and taste them once more.

"Mac!" Stella calls as her husband's glistening body offers one last powerful thrust and the bed is finally still. "Mac..." Stella gently pants as she smiles down at her husband, pushing some damp strands off his face. She gently removes the piece of silk and stares down into the warm sapphire pools before her. "Feeling better?"

"You know I am," Mac smiles as he pushes some hair back behind her ear. "I needed this."

"Mac, sex is..."

"No this," Mac states in haste as he holds up the damp piece of silk.

"I know. Forced your mind to be on me."

"Stella..."

"Just hush now Mac," Stella whispers as she kisses him once more before slowly pulling herself off. She rests her body beside his and they make small talk, mostly about the dinner from Tin that she'll be serving him the following night. "Turn over."

"You don't have..."

"I want to. Now turn over," she requests with a smile as his body is finally ready to turn over without causing him any physical discomfort. Mac finally flips onto his stomach and then smiles as he feels his wife's fingers starting to massage his tense shoulders. "Just close your eyes and rest Mac," she instructs as she plants a warm kiss on his rough cheek. "I love you," she whispers in his ear.

"I love you too," Mac answers with a warm smile as he closes his eyes. But with the exhaustion from the working week; the heat from their room and the exercise from their latest sexual activity, his body shuts down faster than anticipated and about twenty minutes later, is fast asleep.

"About time," Stella states as she stares loving at her sleeping husband. "You have no idea how much you mean to me," she whispers as she leaves him as is, on his stomach, covers him with a blanket and then settles in for the night; hoping and praying that his mind will dwell on them instead of anything work related.

A few hours later Mac finally pulls himself from his sleep and squints into the darkness around him. He hadn't intended to fall asleep during Stella's massage but knew it was probably her idea to get him to sleep so for that he wasn't that upset at himself. Turning onto his back, he delights as his wife's naked body presses up against his, but she doesn't awaken. "I love you Stella," he whispers as he tightens his grasp around his wife, closes his eyes and succumbs to the darkness once again.

But not being able to sleep fully, Mac is once again the first to awaken, looking over at his beautiful sleeping wife and smiling as her body slightly stretches, tempting his hungry sexual desire with slow, erotic movements. He eyes the box in the corner, a custom made Tin adult play box that he had bought for them shortly after they were married, to keep things hidden away from those not privy so their intimate adventures; especially family.

He carefully removes himself from the bed and heads for the box, opening the lid and then bringing the collection of adult toys back to the warm nest their bodies have created. Stella's half naked body continues to tempt him with her naked side; his body wanting to harden the longer he continues to look.

His eyes rest on a few items and he quickly pulls out what he needs and then gets to work. He slowly pushes Stella's arm up toward the headboard, capturing her delicate wrist inside the plush fake fur and then closing it tightly so she can't escape. He just gets the second one locked in place when he looks down to see emerald eyes watching his every more.

"Morning beautiful," he whispers as he leans in close and plants a warm kiss on his wife's inviting lips.

"My husband is a naughty boy," she teases as she looks up at her wrists. "Pink? From Jessica at my personal shower? We still have them?"

"We never used them yet," Mac replies in his defense as he pulls back the covers, instantly covering her perfect olive skin with shiver bumps, her nipples standing erect to the delight of his eyes. "You are so beautiful," he tells her as his lips plant warm kisses on her neck, forcing her body to harden further and arch into his movements.

"Mac, now I'm cold."

"Trust me you won't be for long."

"What else did you find in there?"

"A few other goodies that I haven't tried before," he states as he retrieves the feather tickler and starts to tease her body with the soft instrument of pleasure.

"Maccc..." Stella groans as her body flexes as he traces her ample breasts with black and red feathers before moving lower, teasing her womanly spot and forcing her to wetten when he doesn't let up. "Mac...not fair," she groans as he teases her inner thighs, not letting up in his sexual torment. "I'm going to cum...Mac..." she groans as he finally stops his torment and slowly moves the feathers back to her breasts.

"Please Mac...you're ready also," she eyes his swollen erection before he starts to hungrily devour her lips.

"But I'm hungry for a little chocolate covered Stella," he smiles as he pulls out a new bottle of the chocolate hazelnut body frosting, places a small amount of the sludge on her breast and then starts to devour her warm skin, forcing her body to arch with delight once more.

"Gosh Mac..." Stella groans as his lips suck her erect nub, her captive arms flexing against the fuzzy pink handcuffs keeping her captive to her husbands loving touches. "Feels so..." she starts as Mac places some of the tasty sludge on her mouth and then starts to hungrily devour her lips, his tongue pushing some of the sweet treat into her mouth and delighting her senses.

Mac moves himself into position, finally making penetration and stifling her gasp with a few more hungry kisses. His mouth starts to plant warm kisses on her captive arms, delighting in the small shiver bumps of delight his actions were forcing her to experience.

"Feels...sooo good," Stella groans as her body responds to her husbands loving thrusts and warm kisses. His mouth moves to her neck, forcing her body to arch into his and his to push into her deeper; his ears once again delighting at the small gasps his actions were producing.

"Love how you feel," Mac whispers as his fingers trail up to one of Stella's captive wrists, teasing her with freedom but then pulling back, leaving her captive.

"You're gonna pay for that Mac," she playfully warns as his lips curl upward once more.

"Hope so," he mumbles as he reaches for the body of edible frosting once more. He places a small dollop on her neck, and then uses his tongue to tease her damp skin before hungrily devouring her fragrant morning flesh. "Mmm you smell so good."

"Sex and chocolate, Mac, two best smells in the world," she offers warmly as his lips move back to hers, tasting them hungrily once more.

"I agree," he whispers as his body pushes into hers once more, climax nearing. Having her at his sexual mercy and the feeling if her body lightly struggling beneath him, is forcing him to cum faster than anticipated.

"Ohhh Mac..." Stella groans as his mouth gently sucks her bottom lip, his hands holding firmly onto her back and sides, sweat starting to pool on the sheets beneath them.

"Stella!" Mac gasps one last time as he pushes into her with one final thrust before it's his body comes to rest on hers and their bodies are still. Mac's fingers gently trace up Stella's arm, resting on her captive wrist.

"Mac..." Stella moans as she looks up at her husband with a slight frown.

"You get after me for frowning," Mac smiles as he kisses her damp forehead. "But if I must," he replies as he slowly undoes one of the pink fuzzy clasps, freeing his wife. As soon as her arm is free, her hand snakes to the back of his damp neck and pulls his lips back to hers.

"Love the frisky side of you."

"Learnt all my best stuff from my amazing wife," Mac admits as he slowly pulls himself out of her and then rests beside her on the bed.

"So let's see what else we have in here," Stella mumbles as she leans over Mac's damp body and pulls out an item from an anniversary past. Lying on his side and before he can react she gives his ass a soft 'whack', forcing an immediate burst of warm laughter from his lips.

"H-hey!" Mac states as she spanks him again. He tries to reach for the item but Stella pounces on his body and holds him down. Knowing his strength would be able to overpower her, he simply concedes defeat and allows her perfect body to hold his down; not minding in the least.

"We certainly got good use out of this," Stella giggles as she places the paddle back into their Tin adult box and pulls out another item. "Same with these wooden strip poker cards."

"I thought we used up all this stuff," Mac states as he takes out a bottle of the chocolate Kama Sutra warming edible massage oil.

"We did, that's new. What else did you find?"

"Well the edible ropes are gone," Mac pouts as he pulls out a few other items. "Really liked these," Mac smiles as his fingers play with the leather handcuffs from year three.

"How much?"

"Very much," he whispers as he leans in closer for a kiss.

"Good we'll use them later."

"Can I act surprised?" Mac teases as Stella just rolls her eyes. After most of the large toy Tin box was empty Mac flips it over and reads the inscription in the bottom. 'To my amazing wife for our amazing and x-rated anniversaries. Love Mac.'

"You know I never knew you had such a naughty mind," Stella mentions as she watches Mac's face study the items in his hands.

"I should have added a superscription that read, I owe it all to my wife," Mac replies as he kisses her once more. "Because that is the truth."

"Come on my modest husband, time to get this day started," Stella states as she kisses him once more and then heads for the dresser, her naked body tempting him once again.

"So I get to clean up huh?"

"Trust me you want to," she quips as she stuffs her curls into a messy pony tail and then heads for the bathroom, leaving Mac to clean up their toys, put them back into their Tin house and then make the bed. Mac puts on his robe and heads past the bathroom, smiling as he hears his wife singing in the shower; her happy sounds making his heart beat faster. He reaches the kitchen and starts up the coffee, allowing the tempting aroma of freshly brewed caffeine to fill their new condominium. Mac hears the water stop and knows his turn is next.

"Mmm shower Stella," Mac murmurs as he greets his freshly showered wife in the hall and nuzzles her neck, drinking in the scent of her freshly bathed skin.

Stella's lips offer small giggles of delight as his warm lips continue to tease a sensitive area. "Get going," she whispers as she kisses him on the cheek.

Stella watches Mac head into the shower and then turns and heads for the bedroom, dressing for the day they'll be spending at home and then heading back into the kitchen. This time it's her turn to smile as she hears Mac singing a classic rock tune in the shower.

"Love the smell of coffee in the morning," she mentions as she pours herself a small cup, getting started on their weekend pancake breakfast. She glances at the table and smiles at the gifts they'll enjoy opening together. Millie had already sent them a decorative Tin picture frame, a small engraving that read 'Happy Tenth Anniversary to my darling children. Mom.' Millie had also tried to stick to the traditional list; but unlike their sexy gifts for each other, always chose the more sensible route; giving them a bronze dinnerware set and then a pottery serving set the year before. The team always gave them gift cards and such but this year they'd be getting a party.

"You know we are going to the Messer's for our anniversary dinner tomorrow right?"

"For how long?" Mac calls out from the bedroom.

"Don't worry old man, we'll be back for your afternoon nap," Stella teases in return.

"Very funny," Mac reappears a few minutes later, dressed in casual clothing and using a small towel to dry his hair. "So seriously...I...Spam? You are making me Spam for supper?" Mac asks in surprise.

"Fried Spam Mac is actually very common."

"Salmon comes in a tin."

"Hmmm I wonder if I could get turned on if my husband smelt like fish?"

"Gee thanks," Mac deadpans as he slowly puts down the Tin of meat. "Okay so..." he starts as he busies himself beside Stella, taking over her job of mixing the batter, allowing her to cut up a fresh fruit platter to go with their breakfast offerings. Both make small talk during breakfast, mostly about what Monday might hold if Sinclair's temper didn't subside over the weekend.

"I love afternoons like this," Stella mentions as they sit beside each other on the couch in front of the new fireplace, Stella leaning against Mac and Mac reading one of her latest spy thrillers.

"So you seriously won't let me see?" Mac lightly moans as he sits patiently at the table waiting for his supper; banished from the kitchen so that he won't see what she's making him for a meal. Finally about ten minutes later, Stella brings two plates to the table and places them down in front of Mac.

"So everything, aside from the pork chops is from a Tin. Just couldn't bring myself to offer you canned fish for supper."

"All of this?" Mac raises his brows in wonder.

"The fruit salsa is all from a Tin of fruit medley. The pan roasted potatoes, baby corn and mushroom hash are also from a Tin as well as the Asian spring vegetables. And yes that is a piece of fried Spam," she finishes with a chuckle.

"Well it all um...looks interesting and smells amazing," Mac tells her in truth as he slowly cuts away a piece of the Spam. "And it...this is Spam?" He asks in shock.

"Only the best for my amazing husband," Stella smiles as they both start into their meal. "Well?"

"Actually not bad."

Their dinnertime conversation revolves around the rest of the Tin themed gifts they opened earlier in the day and what to expect from their anniversary dinner tomorrow at the Messer's. After dinner, they both retire to the couch and just allow supper to relax as they enjoy a shared after dinner coffee.

"How was dinner?"

"I have a whole new respect for Tinned food," Mac replies with a smile. "And my amazing wife. Seriously Stella, dinner was delicious."

"So are you," she whispers as she kisses his cheek. "Tired?"

"Hardly. Still waiting for my anniversary surprise."

"I think I can help with that. But you need to be undressed first."

"You said that last night."

"And did you enjoy last night?"

"Again with the rhetorical question," Mac smirks as they slowly stand up. "You want me..."

"I do want you," she replies and his smile widens. "Naked Mac, as in underwear off and everything."

"Like the sound of that," he states warmly as his hands rest on her arms and he kisses her on the lips before turning and heading for the bedroom to undress. Stella quickly sets about ensuring all the blinds are tightly drawn and the fireplace is set on medium; wanting the room to be very warm and relaxing for their next adventure. She quickly gathers up the leather handcuffs and then waits for her husband to return.

Mac rounds the corner and frowns when he sees her fully dressed. "I guess I was fast."

"Good enough to eat Mac," she praises and his face warms as he stands before his wife naked. "Come here handsome," she beckons with a soft whisper.

"Gladly."

"Hands behind your back Mac."

"We're not leaving here right?"

"No," she assures him. Mac turns around only to feel his wife capture his wrists in the thick leather handcuffs that she had bought for their third year anniversary. Although they had seen their fair share of usage, they came with a lifetime warranty and so were in perfect shape even now.

"Tightest setting?" Mac lightly moans as he finds no give in the adult restraint. "I can't move."

"That's the idea," Stella smiles as she leads him to a soft chair and forces him down.

"But..." Mac starts, looking up at her in wonder.

"You are a tempting man Mac Taylor," she interrupts and his face warms further; his body already starting to harden in sexual anticipation.

Mac watches as Stella heads for their small entertainment system and turns on some soft but sexy music before coming back to stand before him. His eyes widen and his lips curl as her body starts to gently sway to the music before him, her fingers starting to slowly unbutton her dress shirt, giving him tempting glimpses of black lace.

"Wow Stella," Mac praises as she slowly removes her shirt and then uses it to shimmy down her body before tempting his.

"Not...fair..." he tries to protest as his body makes a move to leave the chair.

"Nice try Mac, stay put," she tells him as she pushes him back to a seated position. "I can see you're almost ready," she eyes his growing erection. "I'm not just yet."

"But the more..." he groans as her fingers dance around the zipper to her jeans, slowly unzipping them and giving him another teasing glimpse black lacey underwear.

"Stella..." Mac begs as his member hardens further as she slowly starts to move her pants down, her body continuing to lightly sway before him, slowly turning in circles so she can give her husband a full view of every feature of what she has to offer.

"Damn it Stella," Mac huffs as her jeans slide to the floor and her fingers start to slowly move around her body, forcing his to the brink faster than anticipated. "I need you Stella," he whispers in sexual torment as her body continues to dance before him, delighting in watching him lightly struggle on the chair.

"Mmm my handsome captive," she praises as she watches his strong arms flex against the cuffs keeping him captive, his body flexing and arching as her motions continue to tempt him further.

"Stella," Mac frowns as her fingers slowly undo the clasp of her bra, her erect nipples inches from his face but her body pulling back before he can do anything. Mac's lips offer a small curse as her fingers move to her lacey panties, her body already wet in anticipation of their union.

"Will you be okay on the chair Mac?" Stella asks softly as she now stands before him naked.

"Trust me, I'd endure a bed of nails," he moans. "I need you so badly."

Stella positions herself over his erect shaft and pushes down, gasping as he makes penetration and feeling her body offer new sensations at the position they were now in. With his wrists cuffed behind his back, Stella grips the sides of the chair and uses them to help her move in rhythm with her husband.

"Stella..." Mac whispers before she leans in closer and plants warm kisses on his flushed lips. His mouth offering groans of delight as his body gently lifts off the chair with each powerful thrust.

"Feels so...good..." Stella gasps once more as she goes down hard on him once more. Careful not to put too much pressure on his captive arms or his legs as they support her weight as it presses down, she grips the sides of the chair once more, using the wooden stakes to absorb some of the impact.

"Stella I..." Mac moans as small beads of sweat slowly slide down his back, running into his captive wrists and teasing his trapped arms. Stella's lips move to his mouth, silencing any further moans of delight with warm, hungry kisses.

"Mmm love how you feel Mac," Stella whispers in his ear as her hands leave the sides of the chair and rest on his flexing muscles. Her lips gently nibble his damp neck, her brain delighting in his husky scent as their increased rhythm forces their bodies to generate more heat.

"Macccc..." Stella gasps once more as his body moves off the chair, pushing into hers and forcing her pelvic area to grip his in response.

"Wow Stella," Mac gently pants as he feels his body nearing climax. "Now Stella..."

"Come to me Mac..." Stella begs as she prepares for climax.

"Stella!" Mac calls her name once more as he pushes in to her one last time and then all is finally quiet. Mac leans his head back on the chair and looks at her with a satisfied smile. "Wow that was..."

"Another first for us Mac."

"Sex on a dining room chair, definitely a first," he replies with a smile as she gently pulls him forward and undoes the clasp that was keeping his wrists bound; freeing him at last. "And the strip tease?"

"Only for you Mac."

"Then I am truly honored."

"Did I hurt you at all?"

"Tired me out," Mac admits in truth as his wrists, still wrapped in the leather cuffs, wrap around her body and hold her close, tenderly stroking her warm back. "But I'm not hurt at all. Your body felt so amazing and I couldn't even hold you."

"Was that harder?"

"A little, but worth it," he smiles as he pushes some damp curls off her forehead and brings her lips back to his and kisses them hungrily. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Mac," Stella whispers as she slowly pulls them apart and then rests across Mac's lap, allowing his swollen groin to subside without further pain. Her fingers tenderly massage his damp scalp and then stroke his flushed face. She plans a warm kiss on his forehead before resting her head on his. "As I said before Mac, you are an amazing man."

"A man is only as amazing as his wife," he retorts and she kisses him again. "You feel so warm," Mac whispers as he plants a kiss on her pert breast, his lips resting against her warm, glistening skin. "Perfect," he adds as his warms hug her waist once more, pulling her warm body closer against his.

Stella rests her cheek on his head and closes her eyes, her lips offering a soft sigh of content. But before she can offer another word, Mac slowly eases her off his lap and then stands up beside her. He scoops her up in his arms and then holds her against him as he carries her to the bedroom, easing her into the covers and then spooning up beside her.

"I think year three was your favorite," Stella mentions as she holds up one of his wrists; still wrapped in a thick leather cuff.

"If I agree, does that mean you will wear that leather teddy again?"

"Tomorrow night? Will you wear these again?"

"No way, tomorrow I get to hold you."

"You can still wear them," she teases as she kisses his lips once more.

"Just for you," Mac replies as he pulls her into his embrace and kisses her once more. They linger together a bit longer before it's time to call it a night; the lights turn off and both are whisked into the blissful realm of sleep, each mind filled with erotic thoughts of the other.

Stella slowly opens her eyes as the sun starts to greet them the following morning. She looks over at her sleeping husband and smiles. She knows that his body went through a lot to please her the night before, but although he admitted he was tired he would never tell her it caused him pain; never wanting to hurt her feelings or stunt her sexual aggression toward him. But she knew it had to hurt a little; even though it offered her new sexual sensations. She watches his body flex under the sheets and smiles as he slightly moves and uncovers his smooth chest.

Her lips plant soft kisses on them before her head rests on his chest, his hand automatically moving to her back and adding extra warmth under his touch.

"Morning," he mumbles, slowly opening his eyes; her face twisting around and allowing emerald to collide with sapphire.

"Morning," she replies warmly as she leans in a bit further and tastes his lips for the first time today, but certainly not the last.

"So how long do we have to stay tonight?" Mac teases, forcing Stella to poke his naked side, forcing warm laughter from his lips.

"Forget how long, what I am I going to wear?"

"I think I can help with that," Mac pipes up.

"Yeah? And what should I wear tonight?"

"Well..." he starts as he twists his body around, pulls open his bedside small dresser drawer and retrieves a small Tin box and then holds it up for her to see. "How about this?"

"Mac?"

"For me?"

Stella slowly takes the small Tin box from her husband's fingers and slowly opens the lid to reveal the ten year diamond anniversary band. Feeling her eyes water instantly, she looks at him in warm surprise. "Mac...I..." she whispers as her lips gently quiver. "It's the most amazing gift I have ever gotten."

"You are a gift to me," he whispers as he takes the ring and slowly slides it up so that it now completes the wedding and engagement bands. "Happy Anniversary Stella," he whispers as his arms wrap around his wife and hold her close. "I love you."

"I love you too Mac. Happy Anniversary."

THE END!

A/N: Well there was a serious handcuff drought in the past few chapters to I had to make up for it! lol. Hopefully you liked my Tin offering and please leave a note before you leave (I need the smiles). Have a SMexy weekend everyone and AiP is trying to ignore the depressing news and get the muse in gear to get Promise of Tomorrow's update for tomorrow. And then starting Monday, every story will have an update! (hopefully!) lol We need happy SMACKED stuff right now to keep us going right? :)

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