A/N: WARNING: This story is moving to M territory. If you're either underage, or in any way disturbed by reading consensual pshysical interaction between two adults, then perhaps it's time for you to exit left. I appreciate your interest so far!
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The day of the fundraiser there was a slight nervous undercurrent running throughout the whole building. Even in accounting a couple of young blond party girls were getting excited about the whole thing. Sequestered in her office, Emma Lou Stevens was relieving the memory of another fundraiser, back in 1999.
She had been in the force for merely 6 months, but she was perfectly aware of how things worked in the force, and that the best action could be found with the Homicide Detectives and the CSI's. So she had befriended the only female working in the area, Det. Stella Bonasera. She didn't particularly care about the lanky woman, but she was the perfect vehicle to befriend the hunky males she worked with. For some stupid reason she had yet to understand, that special breed of NY's finest didn't mingle with anyone outside their departments, so her chances of actually socializing with them where almost non-existent. Becoming close to Stella had been, in her opinion, a stroke of genius.
It had been so easy to gain her confidence! Emma Lou had always had the ability to detect other people's weaknesses and she usually exploited it in her favour. Stella's mistake had been to trust her with her deepest secret, that being that she had been secretly in love with Mac Taylor for the past couple of years. She had never done anything about it, mainly because she knew Mac was in a serious relationship. Stella had kept her feelings to herself, and saw no harm in confiding to the only female friend she had at work, as she was certain that it would never become public knowledge.
And it would have probably remain a secret, had she not step on Emma Lou's toes. Since it was policy that only Chiefs of Section and ranks above could bring their spouses to the party, leaving the rest of the force to improvise so-called dates among coworkers. Back then, Mac hadn't yet made entry level, so he was forced to go sans Claire, to whom he was engaged at the time. This suited Emma Lou perfectly, as she had also the hots for the handsome marine. "Engaged" was synonym to "available" in Emma Lou's book, and she had big plans for the two of them that night. To put in plainly, Emma Lou Stevens was dead set on fucking Mac Taylor before the weekend was over, and she had just the right dress to get her what she wanted.
Her plan, however, backfired. She had indeed looked ravish-able, as many of her male coworkers were quick to point out. But Stella was not only wearing one of Stefan's creations, she had also agreed to come as Mac's date, and she was planning to live the part for all it was worth... within acceptable limits. None of this was acceptable for Emma Lou, who was a lousy loser, and who favoured the "if I can't have him, no one else can" philosophy. As soon as dinner was over, the admin employee let the proverbial cat out of the bag, publicly humiliating Stella by bringing attention to her crush on Mac.
Emma Lou had hoped that Stella would wither and die after such revelation, but she had miscalculated the strength of the tall woman, so she resorted to more "catty" maneuvers, accusing Stella of trying to bed Mac and destroying his relationship with Claire. Emma Lou went as far as calling Stella a "tramp", and that did it for Stella's patience. Evening gown be damned, the two women were soon rolling on the floor, ripping hair and accessories in their brawl.
Physically, Emma Lou got the worse part. Same went for her social standing, as she was no longer considered "personna grata" in many departments, including her own. Work-wise, however, Stella got the loosing hand. Even after all this years the incident was still written in her record, and it resurfaced over and over again whenever her character and efficiency was called into question. Emma Lou? She had been let go with simply a hand slap and a warning never to behave so childishly in public, again.
Fast forward seven years. Emma Lou hadn't exactly forgiven Stella for ruining what surely would have been "her" night, but she hadn't found the right timing for her vengeance. This year, however, she had been playing close attention to the rumour mill, and it seemed that not only Stella had a female protegee in the department, she was also seeing a YOUNGER guy as well. Emma Lou felt entitled to create havoc in Stella's life and the timing seemed right: she's loose a friend and a lover. Plus, she had also heard that Mac was seemingly finally coming out of his grieving period, and he was still quite bedable. Doable. Fuckable.
All in all, the upcoming fundraiser was indeed the perfect time for Emma Lou to sow her oaths... and she could hardly wait. Stella Bonasera was getting what was coming to her.
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Stella had to supress a smile when she saw him in the elevator. She ackowledged his presence with a nod and began chatting with the two lab analysts that were also riding in the car whilst he pretended to be engrossed in the file he had in his hand. But as soon as the other girls had left the car, he quickly moved to stand behind her.
"Need I remind you that there are video cameras inside the elevator?" She asked in hushed tones, shivering a bit from his closeness.
"Video feed only, no audio. I know. Otherwise you'de be trapped between my body and the elevator wall right now..."
The implications of his words hit Stella hard, and she could feel arousal coming off his body as well as hers. He wasn't making things easier for her, pretending to drop the file and usind the opportunity to caress her lower legs.
"Stop it! Or..."
"Or what?"
Stella didn't have a clue how to finish her treath, since having him pull his hands off her was the farthest thing in her mind. This man knew exactly how to act to make her feel not only loved and protected, but desired as well, and he had soon learned just how to touch her to leave her dizzy with need.
"My, my, Det. Bonasera, cat got your tongue? That would be such a shame... I've grown fond of it and its talents. Maybe I could help getting yours back by using mine, whatcha think?" He was standing right behind her, half whispering and without actually touching her, but Stella felt as though he had set her on fire. "You know what I'd love to do just now? Run my tongue on the insides of your tighs. You taste so damn good... and the view... magnificent... if it weren't for the camera I'd push the stop button and drop to my knees in front of you... and I'd lick and kiss my way into your orgasm. I love it when you come in my mouth Stella..."
Just then, the elevator stopped and the doors opened, and he left the car without another word. Stella willed herself to remain sready for another two floors, but as soon as she got to her destination, she ran out of the elevator and collapsed on the first available chair she found. "Damn him!" she thought, "the bloody man can make me come just by taking sex to me!"
A noise behind her alerted her to the presence of someone else in the room, and she quickly tried to recover her composure. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Danny Messer getting a fresh cup of coffee and throwing worrisome looks he way. Stella quickly got up, grabbed a lab coat, and left the resting lounge...
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... leaving a slightly confused Danny Messer behind. "Huh" he thought to himself, "If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn Stella was having a near orgasmic experience just now."
He chastised himself for the thought. "Not everyone in this lab is a horny dog like you, Messer, so cool it."
Easier said that done, though. After 2 weeks of agonizing over it, he had finally gathered the courage to ask Lindsay as his date to the Fundraiser. She had quickly answered that she was arriving with Stella, but, and she hurriedly added this upon noticing Danny's crestfallen expression, she'd gladly dance with him after dinner. To Danny, those words were like music to his ears. So what if he hated to dance? It might very well be the only chance he'd ever have of having Montana in his arms.
That had been two days ago, and now Danny was nervous as hell. He had gone all the way and rented a tux, for once not complaining about the cost, deeming it "money well spent". He had asked Montana what colour dress she was wearing so he colud get a matching bow and waistband. He prayed that no one else but her would notice it, for he was sure he'd never live down the jokes at Headquarter's shower room. The things he did for Lindsay Monroe...
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A/N: We're slowly, but surely getting there. Just a couple more loose ends to tie in before hitting that party. Please tell me if you're enjoying the ride so far...