A/N Thanks to everyone who's read so far and special thanks to jorga fan86 for your greek translation. This chap's a bit smutty so don't read if you don't like that sort of stuff. So sorry his took so long, this is the last chap so I hope you enjoy! Disclaimer- They don't belong to me.

She had no idea how it happenned, one minute they were watching the movie, having an innocent conversation, the next they were all over each other. She should probrably stop, ask him if this was okay, but she couldn't. Her mind abandoned all reason, the taste was...intoxicating...addictive, even. By now she was sitting on his lap, straddling him, his hands roaming her backside without boundaries, the movie long forgotten. Neither was too sure how long they sat there, making out like a pair of hormonal teenageers. Their lips parted, Mac's teeth tugging on her lower lip.

"Stella..." Mac whispered, gazing into her eyes. She was mesmorized by the grey-blue of his.

"Mac..." she whispered back.

They didn't need to say any more. Words were just things that come out of the mouth, they were unimportant. Their connection ran so much deeper than that. Besides there were better things they could do with their tongues. Lifting her up in his arms, he carried her to the bedroom and sat her down on his bed. Smiling mischievously, Stella wrapped her arms around his neck, locking him in a deep, passionate kiss. The kiss soon turned into a fight for dominance, neither willing to give it up. Eventually Stella drew away, gasping for air. Smirking, Mac pinned her down and rolled on top. She tried to struggle free but found he was too strong. He kissed her lips softly before moving on. Planting butterfly kisses down her delicate neck, he stopped just above the collarbone. Lovingly, he sucked on it, marking her as his own. She moaned softly. She didn't think anything that felt this good was legal. His lips met hers again.

"Filas orea" she purred in his ear. Mac gave her a quizzical look.

"It means you kiss good" she explained. They kissed again, this time as they pulled away Stella gently sucked on his tongue, as though she was trying to give him a hickey on it. It made Mac weak at the knees.

"You. kiss. good. too." he gasped between each word as Stella began nibbling on his neck.

His hands tugged at her dress but didn't try to remove it, as though he was asking permission. She nodded. He took it off, his hands tracing her figure delicately...slowly, her skin tingling wherever he touch. She grasped at his shirt in desperation. Stella didn't have the sort of patience Mac did and contended herself by tearing off his shirt without remorse. They continued to make out as they desparately tried to rid each other of their clothes. They stopped when they reached their underwear. She glanced at his body up and down, his blue eyes, gorgeous smile, broad shoulders, toned chest and abs...it was enough to make her drool. Mac must of seen this as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Like what you see?"

"Very much" she smiled coyly "I'll be right back." Mac looked confused as she disapeared momentarily. Stella returned, her desired item in hand. Mac chuckled as she she looped the tie around his neck and did it up. Using it to pull him towards her, she purred.

"Now where were we?"

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Stella stirred in her sleep, trying to find a source of warmth that wasn't there. Her eyes fluttered open. Slowly she rose from the bed, the crumpled sheets drawn around her. She made her way to the kitchen where she could smell something cooking . And there he was, dressed in his work clothes, so innocent and dignified, the opposite of last night. Sensing someone was watching him, Mac turned to see her there, messy, unruly and as sexy as hell with only a sheet covering her body.

"Morning. Sleep well?" he said with a smile. She nodded drowsily as he handed her a plate of pancakes. Instantly her senses went ot full alert.

"What?" Mac asked worried with her sudden reaction. Stella held the plate as though she was expecting it to explode a any moment.

"It's...it's not burnt." she said incredulously. Mac chuckled a bit.

"Pancakes are they only thing I can make without burning the house down.''

"Alright then, next time you take care of breakfast and I'll make dinner...and dessert" she added the last part suggestively. She noticed the tie around his neck and reached out to undo it.

"I'm comfused, do you like the tie or not?" Mac asked.

"I do like the tie" was the reply "that's why your only allowed wear it when I say so." Mac smiled and nooded, letting her discard the tie on the kitchen bench. They sat down, eating breakfast in a comfortable silence. Every now and they glanced at each other, smiled a little and looked away again. It was Mac who finally decided to speak.

"I love you" he blurted out suddenly. Stella's heart skipped several beats. She had been waiting for so long to hear him say those words.

"Say it again" she whispered almost meekly, resting her head on his shoulder.

"What? I love you?" he asked confused. Stella smiled broadly.

"I love you too" she exclaimed excitedly and gave him in an impulsive kiss. Mac smiled and another moment of silence passed beween the two. With nothing else to say, he decided to share a little trivial fact about himself.

"You know, when I was a kid my parents always used to say I was a hopeless romantic. I never quite understood what that meant though." Stella smiled all too knowingly.

"Well, guess what? Now we're both just hopeful romantics."

A/N I know this chap wasn't very long, but trust me it took forever to write. Thanks so much to everyone that's read the story, please review! Hopefully I'll be able to write a Valentines one-shot, but no promises :)