Thanks to Herrera and RoseTyler-Smith-Doctor's wife for reviewing :) I really appreciate it :D this update is a little longer. Hope you enjoy it :D
Mac smiled to himself, two cups of coffee in his hands. He was always took by surprise by how much he enjoyed Stella's company. This worried him a little. Surely he should have welcomed Abigail with the same open arms he was offering Stella. He decided not to think about why this was, which worried him further. This was not like him, this careless thinking and disregard for other people's feelings. He knew the reasons behind this but did not want to bring it up. Instead, he continued into his office, the coffee steaming into the air and was about to say something when he was stopped dead in his tracks.
Stella was asleep on his couch. His eyes couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked. Her gorgeous brown curls framing her long face beautifully. Her perfect lips were parted ever so slightly and her head was resting against her slender fingers. Mac felt a smile creep onto his face. She looked like Sleeping Beauty, just with brown hair rather than blonde. He preferred the brown haired version.
Damn.
Abigail was blonde.
What was he doing dating a blonde woman again?
He shook his head to clear it and thought it best to wake the sleeping princess up. He softly placed the coffee on his desk and moved closer to the couch.
'Stella?' He whispered. Her eyes fluttered open and confusion set into them. 'You were asleep in my office.' He laughed quietly as she sat up quickly, brushing down her dark blue top. Mac couldn't help but notice how good that colour looked next to her olive skin.
'Oh gosh. Sorry Mac, I must have dozed off.' She mumbled. Mac chuckled again.
'It's okay Stel. Maybe it is best if we both go home. I don't think either of us are up to any late night paperwork.'
Stella nodded slowly and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Mac swallowed. This time for the reason he should have swallowed for when Abigail was sat on his knee. He couldn't help the reactions he was having today. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the sheer beauty of the woman sat on his couch. Maybe it was a bit of both. Either way, nothing could explain what made him do what he did next.
Without a word, he strode up to the puzzled Stella and gently cupped her face in his hands. He brought her lips down to hers and they touched for the briefest of moments. Then, parting, he looked into her dazzling green eyes, which were now more puzzled than before, and whispered one word.
'Goodnight.' And with that, he strode out of the room, leaving his coat and a very confused Stella behind.
*
Stella was barely listening to Adam. He was talking to her about something he had watched on TV last night but her attention was caught up by the man who had just walked into his office. Mac Taylor.
'So then he walked over to the guy and shot him and I was like, well it was obviously him all along, how stupid could you be? I mean…' Adam was mumbling and Stella cut him off.
'Adam, do you mind if I just go and see Mac?' She asked, seeing the disappointment in his eyes. He still hadn't given up hope. She really wished he had.
'Er. Yeah. Sure'. He nodded and walked away. Her heart dropped a little. It was stupid and selfish sleeping with him. She knew that when she had done it but the man she really wanted to be with was no company at the time. She shook her head sadly and walked into Mac's office, not even bothering to knock. He looked around, his hands on his hips as he faced the window, the setting sun setting his office aglow with a fiery orange.
'Hey Stella.' He said as if he had expected her.
'Mac, we need to talk.'
He sighed, turning to face her. 'I know.'
No-one did though. The silence spreading through the room awkwardly.
'Would you like to start by explaining what the other day was?' She broke the tension with her question and Mac sighed again, walking around his office to face his door, his back now to Stella again. She continued. 'I mean, you couldn't have got us confused Mac no matter how tired you were. Abigail's blonde and, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not.'
'I know.' Mac repeated. Stella sighed in irritation, one hand resting on her hip.
'Well?' She challenged.
'Well what?' He asked.
'Aren't you going to explain what was going on?' She waited for his answer. After a few moments, he finally opened his mouth to speak.
'No. But I have just realised something.' He said. She waited, one eyebrow raised. 'Blonde really isn't my type.' He stated and walked out of the room once more and leaving Stella, once again, confused and slightly irritated.
*
Mac strode down the corridor, cursing himself. How could he keep doing this? Doing stupid things. Saying stupid things. Thinking stupid things. He didn't know where he was going, he just had to get away from Stella before he did something else he might regret. Ahead, he saw the shape of Abigail moving toward him and he groaned internally. Not now. Just then, a voice from behind him added to his stress.
'Don't you dare walk away from me like that Mac Taylor!' Mac skidded to a stop and turned to face an angry Stella who was storming up to him.
'Hey hun, my shifts over now, do you want to get out of here?' Abigail called from his other side. Mac turned his head and saw her sickly sweet smile and realised he'd prefer to look at the other woman coming his way.
Another stupid thought.
He was now stuck. Stella had come to a stop next to him and Abigail had mirrored her actions. Abigail spoke whilst Stella stood quietly, her arms folded.
'Sorry Stella but we were just leaving.' She said, linking her arm in Mac's. Stella's eyes narrowed and Mac tried to plead with her with his own. She seemed to get the message and hers softened momentarily.
'Actually Abigail, I was hoping that Mac could finish his paper work. You see he hasn't quite finished it all. That's what I was trying to talk to him about. Paperwork.' She looked at Mac meaningfully before shifting her gaze to Abigail's annoyed face. Mac detected the double meaning in her words.
'But I thought you stayed last night to do it hun?' Abigail questioned and Mac had to stop himself from wincing at the pet name he had been given.
'I did but I, er, fell asleep.' He raised his eyebrow quickly at Stella and she looked down at the floor.
'Oh.' Was Abigail's response but her hold on Mac loosened. 'Well I guess I will see you tomorrow then.' Unexpectedly, her smile returned. 'Night hun.' And with that, Mac felt himself be yanked towards her, her lips crushing his own. He stood awkwardly as Abigail moulded into him, her hands roaming all over him. Stella clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes and Abigail finally ceased in attacking him. Mac straightened himself out as she flicked her hair and walked toward the elevator. He looked at Stella, surprise all over his face and Stella shook her head in disgust and began to walk into her office. Only now did Mac realise where his feet had been taking him and he quickly followed suit as she held open the door.
So it is time for Mac and Stella to chat next :) I wonder what will be revealed??.. Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think! :)
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