Title- Hopeless Romantic

Author- Charmed Heiress

Rating- M

Pairing- Mac/Stella

Disclaimer- I don't own CSI:NY or any of it's characters. I'm just a hopeless, obsessed SMACked fan. MS 4eva!

A/N This is my first attempt at a CSI:NY fanfic so please review. This might get a bit kinky depending on where the plot takes me. This chapter will be short, it's just to get things started.

She brushed a curl out of her eyes as she stared aimlessly out the window while the rain continued to pelt down relentlessly. She shivered, despite the fact her heater was going full blast. Even though she had spent her entire life in New York, the cold was the one thing she couldn't get used to. A sharp knock at her door jolted her out of her thoughts. Glancing at the clock, she noted the time to be well past midnight.Who could possibly be visiting at this hour? She swung open the door to reveal a familiar figure.

"Mac?" she asked incredulously.

"One and only." He gave her an uncharacteristically dopey smile. Stella's eyes narrowed suspiciously as she stared at her boss. He was wearing his usual work attire minus his jacket and tie (though that had been absent lately anyway) and was drenched with from head to toe. The water caused his white (now see-through) shirt to cling to his torso, showing off his toned chest and abs...

"So what are you doing here?"

"I just want to talk." His wide grin never leaving his face. Stella nodded cautiously wondering what was causing Mac's strange behaviour.

"Come on in."He stepped inside, stumbling as he did so. Stella caught him in her arms and she could smell the alchohol on his breath.

" Have you been drinking?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Just a little...hiccup" Suddenly he pushed her against the door roughly.

"...Mac..." she struggled to break free, but Mac was much too strong. He brushed his lips gently against hers.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this..." Mac whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

A million thoughts raced through her mind. What did he mean? Wanted what exactly? Was he drunk? No...but then again, he wasn't sober either...

He planted his lips against hers again. Her heart logde itself in her throat. This time she let him inside, his tongue massaging against hers. They eventually pulled away and Mac moved onto her neck, planting little hot kisses down her neck and collarbone, which soon turned into little hot bites. Her hands roamed his back suggestively and she could feel him growing hard against her thigh...

She jolted awake. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she took a few deep, calming breaths. Damn, and it was just getting to the good part... This was the third time this week she had dreamt about him and they were starting to interrupt her sleeping patterns. Slowly, she rose from her bed, making her way to the bathroom. A hot shower always made her feel better.

A/N Sorry this chapter is so short. The others will be longer, I promise. Please Review!