A/N: Hey! Want some action? And you got it. But uhm… I "hired" my cousin to co-write with me. I can't write a risqué scene without … never mind. She's a great writer (graduated with a degree in Journalism in college hahahaha) and she's agreed to help me out.

So this chapter is written by my cousin Roselle and yours truly. Enjoy!

She reciprocated with fervor. "You're way overdressed, Mac. Are you sure, you're not hot under there?" she whispered in his ear all the while unbuttoning his dress shirt. She has seen him shirtless before, but in very different circumstances. Mac was in a bombing incident and the paramedics had to remove his clothing while talking to her. When she got home after that case, she was dreaming she was in the Kingdom of Mac-a-lot. This is the closest she can get to her dream.

Mac suppressed a moan when Stella planted kisses on every bared skin down to his bellybutton. He could feel her smooth skin under his rough hands as he pulled her up for another kiss. She pulled away again and placed her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat and kissing his old battle scar. She looked into his eyes and said, "You know how much I love scars… your scars."

He drew little circles on her back and said, "You do? How come?" He sat up, taking her with him, placing her on his lap.

"Oh, is that your gun in your pocket, Detective Taylor?" she laughed. She felt his erection on her bare thigh through his thin boxer shorts. "Or are you just happy to see me?"

"Very classic, Stella Bonasera," he chuckled back, completely shrugging off his shirt. It was her turn to stare. It was only fair. She ran her hands up his chest and down his sweaty back. She then began to nip his neck, careful not to leave marks. "This…" he tried to speak, "doesn't answer my question." Stella stopped her trek and reached for his belt.

"Why are you trying to ruin the moment, Mac?" she sighed disbelievingly. He was about to answer back but all coherencies left him when he felt Stella's soft lips dancing above his navel. She popped the pants button and was about to reach for the zipper when she almost squealed in delight. "So… he has been enjoying my little show," she chuckled to herself. "My, my, Taylor – I thought you left the marines already?" He arched an eyebrow at her in question. "Why are we standing in attention?" she said with a naughty wink.

Mac blushed. He didn't have the heart to confess that this isn't the first time Stella made him sport such an erection. "Stella, I…" he started again.

"Think you're still overdressed," she finished for him. He meant to say another thing but his brain was on autopilot. His hips rose to let the woman before him slide his trousers off. Stella sat back on his lap. His hard-on was throbbing painfully. A moan escaped Mac's lips.

He kissed her again, this time, with no shyness – full with pure passion. They've played this game long enough. The years of seeing Stella in low-cut tops and tight pants, the times of holding her close, comforting her, touching her through layers of clothing – all came to this moment. He's in his arms at last, scarcely dressed, no less.

Stella couldn't hold it in either. Their friendly banter couldn't stay innocent and purely professional anymore. She can't seem to keep her mind from the gutter when she has a conversation with him lately. Even his signature line "everything is connected"… she managed to find a double meaning. At this moment, they are connected physically by their lips; connected through their feelings.

Mac reached up Stella's back, to the clasp of her bra. She had a firm hand on the base his erection through the opening of his shorts. The hand there lay unmoving although he willed it to. He broke away for her lips and traveled down to her chest. Through the lace, he licked a protruding nipple while he played with the other one. Stella arched to the touch, raking her nails down his back as he gently bit the tip.

"Stell, you're the one overdressed this time," he mumbled as she felt her bra looser and Mac's hands cup her breasts. She went wild as his thumbs played with her already hard nipples. She slipped off her bra and enjoyed the sensations he was giving her. Their lips connected once more and she began gyrating her hips. Mac then turned his attention to her exposed breasts. Stella's hands came back up, pulling Mac closer to her.

At that moment, Stella was so worked up that she couldn't form a complete thought either in English or Greek. The man she often dreamt about was laving her body with his tongue and was about to give her the orgasm of her life just by that. He tried to stop her humping but she was too close to stop. "Oh Mac, please… so close…"

That was all the permission Mac needed to touch her there. She managed to pull him out of his boxers, through the opening and standing in perfect attention. He pulled the crotch of her panties aside and tentatively tested her wetness. Her guttural moan against his neck was the green light he was waiting for. He carefully inserted a finger inside her, then another, working her to her climax. Stella's hips moved together with his fingers when he started paying her love button equal attention.

She got hold of his manhood and spread the moisture on the tip with her thumb. Mac stilled his movements for a moment to regain composure. He's as far off as she is. The warmth of her hand around his erection only caused him to speed up his hand and bring Stella to an orgasm she wouldn't forget. But she had other plans, "Mac… inside…" she panted, licking his ear in between words, "now!" She made her point by grinding down on her fingers inside her. "Ah Mac!" she cried out as she climaxed unexpectedly.

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