This is a small chapter and entirely set in the CSI: NY portion of this story.
I don't own anyone.
( New York City)
Stella and Mac's new love shack as Danny had been calling his " Superiors " new apartment much to Lindsay's displeasure, was turning out to be a great fit as they began unloading Mac's things. Stella's stuff had been moved in the prior weekend. She just happened to be spending the last week at Mac's.
The menfolk went about moving the heavier items such as Mac's bed into the master and setting up the home theatre in the living room. Even Lucy helped by testing Mac's pillow for softness and comfort with a nap. A couple hours later saw the exit of the Messer bunch and not to long the departure of Flack. After he'd christened their new place by raiding the fridge. The only thing left really was the nit picking.
Their combined income offered a nice advantage, more space. Which Mac discover was a desperate need when it came to closet space. Stella's clothing already filled the bedroom closet and like every other wise man. Mac's clothes wound up in the small bedroom closet for the linens. Thankful for the small section of hanging space for his suits and the shelves worked just fine for his home clothes. Both Mac and Stella loved having three bedrooms. They were able to furnish a guest bedroom where Stella's former bed found it's new home. Mac just happened to have a comfier bed according to Stella. Mac really didn't notice a difference but he went with it. The last bedroom was a very small bedroom and they decided it'd become Lucy's room. Since they both agreed they'd keep Lucy one weekend a month.
The day was drawing to a close and Mac and Stella were both taking care of stocking their end tables. Both of them enjoying what the other seemed to view as end table stuffers and learning new things about each other a long the way.
In her top drawer Stella put her cell phone, pager and her keys. The green iPod nano Mac bought her the christmas before along with some nifty pink headphones which were her birthday present along with her current read of the month. She also threw in a rainbow rubber ball in the top drawer. Her day purse was placed on the bottom shelf. There was no bottom drawer.
Mac threw his cell phone and pager under his pillow and his keys were on the kitchen counter. Mac on the other hand put his underwear and his own iPod in his end table and later tossed in an inhaler.
"Mac?"
Stella questioned and glanced over at his drawer
" Oh Love, I've always put my underwear in my end table"
" Clair thought it was silly to" Mac said with a small smirk
" Mom always put mine in my bedside table so I'd remember to put them on in the morning"
Chuckling she made her question more obvious
" I meant the inhaler?"
" That's because I'm slightly asthmatic and sometimes I'll need it I'm really sick and maybe on some rare occasions"
" I never knew"
" I just forgot to mention it, it's not something at the forefront of my mind. Because it hardly effects me and I don't care to publicize the matter"
Mac said as he tossed his crossword book onto the lower shelf. Looking over Stella was already comfortably lounged out on the bed in her nightie. It personally was one of his favourites it was a soft light blue nightie meant for the colder months. It was really soft and reminded him of the mornings he spent cuddled up in his Dad's robe watching the morning cartoons.
Mac stood up and stretched and then stripped down to his boxers and grabbed an old Marine Corps t-shirt and gracefully jumped onto the bed. He barely missed Stella's foot and received a sharp poke in the side.
Mac rolled over onto his stomach and threw a protective arm over stella's middle. Stella loved the fact that Mac slept on his stomach. She found it endearing and not to mention she preferred to sleep on her back and this just worked out perfectly for them. It was so rare she got the chance at watching Mac sleep but tonight was one of those rare moments. It didn't take much before Stella had joined Mac in the world of sleep.
