Hope you enjoyed the first part. Here's the second bit. What is Stella up to I wonder? :D

WARNING: Macis about to have a very natural failing, he is over fifty after all, but he's still gorgeous and sexy and we love him so we forgive him ;) He is only human after all.

Mac stared at her, completely speechless. Had she known he was here the whole time? How? And why had she just put him through hell?

Unfortunately for him his mouth was a little behind his brain and he just sat there and gaped at her.

She hunkered down and reached out, placing a small metal key on the floor in front of him.

"Here," she said softly. "Go get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom. There's a spare robe through there that should do you. I'll go put some coffee on."

And with that she got up and left the room once more.

It took Mac several seconds to process what she had just said but eventually he seemed to get the message and picked up the key, releasing himself from the cuffs and rubbing his red and sore wrist.

He hauled himself to his feet, his muscles complaining at being kept in such a small space for so long. Making his way to the bathroom he cleaned up as best he could and pulling on the spare robe, which he was glad to see was of the long navy blue towelling variety rather than the style Stella had been sporting, he made his way to the living room.

Stella was sat on the couch, waiting for him, two mugs of steaming coffee on the table in front of her.

"Uh Stella," he murmured as he approached her. He felt incredibly nervous, all those thoughts about betrayed confidence suddenly flooding back into his mind. But she smiled as she looked up at him and patted the seat next to her.

"Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," he replied. "Look Stella I want to apologise for all of this. It should never have happened and I know that you're probably going to hate me for quite a long time and believe me, you're entitled to that, I just… I just wish there was a way I could make it up to you."

She was still smiling.

"Sit down and drink your coffee," she directed.

As he couldn't think of anything else to do he did just that.

"Now be quiet and listen to what I'm about to tell you," she continued.

"I got called out to a scene tonight; smash and grab, one fatality, the guy handed himself in two hours later, said he hadn't meant to kill the guy."

Mac only nodded, not really seeing what this had to do with anything.

"I was at the lab when the news came in so I packed everything up and got ready to go home. On my way out I hear someone calling my name and when I turn around I see these three guys in army fatigues running down the street hollering at me to stop. By the time they reached me they were out of breath and it was a while before I could get them to tell me what was going on."

Mac groaned quietly.

"What did they say?" he asked, almost dreading the answer.

"They said that they were friends of yours and that they'd taken you out for a few drinks as they hadn't seen you in a while. They said they felt like playing a joke on you so they asked you a bunch of questions about your life and your job."

"And about you," Mac muttered.

"Yeh. Apparently they decided it would be a great idea to strip you down and tie you up for me to find, seeing as we were having trouble finding time together, or so you told them."

Another groan.

"Anyway, they got you good and smashed and then put you in a cab and brought you here, used your key to get in and well… left you here. They took the key and your clothes with them. Fortunately for you they then had a fit of conscience, seeing as that key was given to you in trust and they didn't want to get you in trouble so they came looking for me, to confess."

"Did you get your key back?" he asked, more concerned about that than about his own clothes.

"Yes, I got your key back," she replied, the subtle difference not lost on Mac. "But I decided to have a little fun of my own just to teach you a lesson."

She smirked at him.

"And it seemed to work pretty well," she added.

Mac had now gone scarlet.

"I'm sorry," he said, his eyes on his coffee. "I don't know what else to say. I was going to just let you know I was there but I was afraid you'd be pissed at me and then suddenly you were naked and…," he trailed off, going even redder.

"Mac," she said gently, reaching out to touch his face, "you don't have to apologise. Under any other circumstances I admit I would probably be extremely mad about finding a naked man in my closet."

She smiled warmly.

"But for you I'll happily make an exception."

And with that she leaned in and kissed him softly.

Mac couldn't help but react, putting his coffee down on the table and pulling her closer, returning her kiss warmly.

When they broke apart he rested his forehead lightly against hers.

"I'm still sorry," he murmured.

"I'm not," she told him.

She pulled back slightly, her turn to flush now as she said, "I guess while we're confessing things there's something I should tell you. That wouldn't be the first night I've…" she waved a hand in the air and he nodded in understanding.

"It's just that, what with Sinclair breathing down our necks and the lab being so busy lately, sometimes I get a little… frustrated."

Her blush deepened.

"But knowing you were there watching me, enjoying it, it… well I, I've never been that excited before."

"How did you know I was watching?" asked Mac carefully. "I could have been unconscious."

She giggled slightly.

"I could hear you," she revealed, leaning in to kiss him once more.

This time Mac wrapped his arms more firmly around her, his lips trailing across her jaw to her ear.

"Want to try the real thing?" he whispered daringly in her ear and he felt her smile against his skin.

"You bet," she murmured before pulling away and wiggling her eyebrows at him. "Where did you leave those handcuffs?" she asked cheekily but Mac shook his head.

"Oh no," he said, "this time I get to touch you."

"Mm," she murmured, coming in for another kiss. "I'm looking forward to it."

She squealed like a little kid when Mac suddenly bundled her into his arms, standing from the couch and carrying her back to her bedroom, letting her bounce gently down onto the mattress.

"Wow," she said breathlessly, "you're a lot stronger than I thought."

Mac smirked slightly.

"It's not like there was much of you to carry," he told her teasingly and received a slap on the arm.

"Hey! Are you trying to say I'm too skinny?" she challenged, sitting up, hands on her slim hips.

"Are you trying to say I look scrawny?" he retorted, squaring up to her, his broad muscular shoulders clearly in evidence.

Stella was unable to contain her smile, crawling towards him to wind her arms around his neck.

"No," she said. "Sorry, didn't mean to say it like that."

"Apology accepted," he replied, kissing her soundly, leaning over her, laying her down on the bed so that he covered her.

They continued kissing, both grinning like idiots, but after a couple of minutes Stella began to grow impatient. Being pinned beneath Mac with very little clothing between them after what had happened earlier was making her all hot and bothered again but Mac was showing no signs of making a move.

"You know," she muttered between kisses, "I could have sworn there was a reason we came through here."

Looking down at her Mac blushed slightly.

"I'm afraid you're gonna have to give me a minute Stella," he whispered. "I'm not sixteen anymore."

Stella frowned slightly but realisation dawned quickly and she smirked at him.

"Oh. In that case I think I might be able to help you. Roll over."

"What?"

"Roll over Mac."

He did as he was told, rolling over on his back so that Stella was now on top of him. She smiled sweetly at him, pulling his robe open to reveal his chest and stomach. Slowly she began to trail her tongue down his body, stopping every now and then to kiss and nip the bare flesh beneath her lips.

Mac moaned softly, everything south of his waist beginning to wake up again after its well needed rest.

"Better?" Stella asked, her eyes barely visible beneath her curtain of curls as she peeped at him from the level of his naval.

"Definitely," he breathed, closing his eyes as he felt her go lower, her mouth now teasing him to full hardness.

"Oh God Stella," he panted. "You're gonna have to stop that if you want this to go any further."

She chuckled lightly at him.

"Just one more thing," she told him, reaching over to the top drawer of her bedside table.

Mac wondered what the hell she could be looking for this time and was relieved to see her pull back with a small silver packet in her hand.

"Finishing touch," she said teasingly, rolling the condom down over his length.

She crawled slowly back up his body, keeping low so that his tip dragged against her skin, coming to straddle him, the two of them sliding together with satisfied moans.

Stella began to rock gently, her hands on his chest, bracing herself, the Chinese robe half off her shoulders, head thrown back, enjoying herself. It was absolutely one of the sexiest things Mac had ever seen; way better than Danny's Playboy back-issue collection which was currently hiding from Mrs Messer in a box at the back of one of Mac's cupboards until Danny decided whether or not to sell them.

Meanwhile Stella was harbouring similar thoughts about Mac, although her comparison resided with the kind of moustachioed Mr Universe types you got in foreign porn on late night cable whom Mac Taylor outstripped infinitely in brains, intelligence and downright hotness; especially when only half dressed and writhing beneath her in ecstasy.

She leaned forward, kissing him, his hands gently rubbing her thighs as he moaned into her mouth.

But it didn't last much longer as with a sudden sharp buck of his hips Mac released, calling Stella's name aloud and swearing vilely at himself inside his head.

Well done, he thought sarcastically, that's gonna make her real happy.

"Shit Stella I'm sorry," he panted, coming down form his abrupt high. "I'm sorry I…"

But she pressed a finger to his lips.

"It's okay," she shushed.

"No it isn't," he muttered darkly.

She leaned forward again and kissed him softly.

"Mac," she whispered, "it's okay. Besides, I have an idea."

She slip off of him, rolling over onto her back and motioning him to follow her.

"Come here," she whispered seductively, taking his hand and laying it against her breast bone.

"Stella?" he said with a frown and she smirked at him.

"Well," she said, "you did say you wanted to touch me this time. So touch me."

Once again it took Mac a second or two to digest her meaning but then he smiled and leaned in to kiss her again, letting his hand wander slowly down her body until it slipped between her legs. Stroking her gently he felt her buck against his hand in need, moaning into his mouth and wrapping her arms around his neck. He stoked harder and felt one of her own hands sliding between them to cover his, pushing him deeper until she cried out and came, panting in his arms.

He let her catch her breath and cast a look at the damp sheets that surrounded them.

"I think you may have to do the laundry tomorrow," he commented drily.

Stella chuckled in reply, pulling him close and cuddling up against him.

"Yeh well I don't have a washing machine so you can give me the dollar ninety-five for the laundromat seeing as all the mess is your fault."

"My fault! I didn't ask those guys to cuff me inside your closet!"

She giggled.

"You're right," she said. "Maybe I should just have everything dry-cleaned and bill your friends for the cost."

It was Mac's turn to laugh.

"Sounds like a good idea to me. Although," paused and she looked up at him.

"Although what?"

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Although I might have to send them a 'thank you' card along with the cheque," he said and she returned his little kiss with one of her own before cuddling into him once more.

"Shouldn't we tidy up a little?" he asked, aware that there were still half full coffee cups in the living room and all the lights were still on.

But Stella just shook her head, snuggling deeper against his chest.

"Nope," she murmured through a yawn.

Mac gave in, curling himself around her protectively. All things considered his evening could have been a lot worse.

Hope you all enjoyed it. Have pleasent dreams now ;)