Title: All I Need is You
Chapter 2 - Welcome to Athens!

A/N 1: thanks guys for the great reviews! So remember on TV and in real life Mac and Stella's age doesn't match (54/42 respectively) their said characters. I think they said she was I believe 34 or so and Mac to me is only a few years older. If you don't agree and want to flame, please just take with a grain of salt as this is "fiction".

A/N 2: this site is doing weird things. I made a new one shot called Two Diamonds. Please check it out if you haven't and enjoy! NOTE: if I have to reupload and you get another notice it's b/c the site has once again deleted this chapter as it did yesterday. Shesh I need a drink! Lol

~New York City, New York~

"And they say women are bad when it comes to packing," Stella laughed as she helped Mac finish his packing later that night.

"My mind is elsewhere," he frowned, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Stella noticed the look on her husband's handsome face and slowly sat down beside him. She took his hand in hers, gently squeezed it, which forced his eyes to lock with hers.

"What is really bothering you? If you don't think we can afford it, you know you can tell me."

"It's not the cost."

"Because we did get some generous monetary donations and..."

"Stella, we can afford the two weeks, trust me," Mac eased her mind.

"Please don't be afraid to tell me."

"I am wondering if I'll make a good father," he huffed, his back tensed; his hand tightened around hers with anxiety.

Stella offered a loving smile as she gently lifted his anguished face to look at hers. She leaned in and planted a warm kiss on his lips.

"I know you'll make a terrific mother but I...Stella I would never want our child, son or daughter to face the atrocities of war as I have, but I cannot tell them not to do something I did or feel so strongly about inside and..." his voice trailed off in a heated panic; forcing her to smile once more.

"I think the fact that you are so worried about their future even now, means you'll make an even better father than you think."

"Stella, I'm scared. Aren't you?"

"Hell yes I'm scared," she admitted; rewarded as his lips curled into a small smirk. "I have never been a mother either Mac and have none to look up to as you have. I think I'll be too overprotective and bossy," she laughed as her eyes looked down. "I guess we'll both have to work together as the great team we are right now to make this a success. Do you think we can?" She wondered, looking back up at him with the same look of uncertainty he offered her.

"I know we can together," his body exhaled heavily. "I really want a family with you," Mac admitted.

"Well I really want a family with you. I think we are both mature enough to understand our lives will change forever, but outside of taking less on call days, not much will change."

"What?"

"Think about it Mac; you and I spend most of our time together, we are best friends and lovers; partners and now marriage mates. The time we spend on projects is usually with the other and we both have the same schedule; well for the most part. We don't need to let a whole group of regular Friday night friends know that we can't party with them as we are usually too busy coming home after work and having hot sex," she stated, his lips quick to reward her with a wide grin.

"That part better not change until it has to," Mac stated.

"We also need to pick out names for either a girl or boy."

"No more Mac's," Mac huffed. "Two in my family tree is enough!"

"I like Mac. Besides a Mini Mac would be fun. I mean we already have a Big Mac. Why not a little Mac?"

"No more Mac's," he chuckled.

Stella laughed as his words as she planted one more kiss on his warm lips. "Come on daddy," she teased. "Time for bed."

"Kinda like it when you say that," he smiled as he pushed himself up off the edge of the bed and hurried to get ready; finally putting everything else away and then when he was done, climbed into bed beside his wife; his arms pulled her against his chest, his lips planted a warm kiss on her cheek.

"Goodnight Stella."

"Goodnight Mac."

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"Can't believe we almost slept in," Mac groaned as he pulled both suitcases to the curb; his mind now in a panic to make it to the airport in time.

"We'll make it Mac," Stella laughed as she got into the backseat. Mac closed the trunk of the cab and then climbed in beside his wife, the driver already having received the directions from Mac. They had left the spare key with Flack and Jessica; the designated checkers while they were away, just to ensure all was okay with no one there for two weeks.

Mac looked over at Stella who seemed lost in thought; his mind now drifted back to the night before. His mind still wanted to offer panicked thoughts about their becoming new parents but her words from last night gave him confidence once again. Her face slightly frowned as he guessed she was thinking about something important; him? their new family? something else entirely?

But she gave him the confidence he needed to actually want this future; a family, perhaps two children with her as their mother. She wanted it just as much as he and was just as scared; but her posture would never betray that to anyone around them. To the outside world, Stella Taylor was a strong, independent, confident woman. She had to take care of herself from a young girl and even as a strong woman today, sometimes needed to be reminded that he was put on this earth to take care of her; that was his duty to her and would be the same to his new family.

"Mac?"

"Yeah?"

"Still thinking about last night?" She asked; as if able to reach into his very soul and pick out his exact thoughts.

"A little," he admitted. "One or two?"

"One or two what?"

"Children?"

"How about we start with one first?" She teased, her fingers giving his a firm squeeze. "Mac, we might not even survive that. What if I can only have one?"

"What do you mean?" Mac questioned; his brain now worried.

"Well let's face it, I'm not in my twenties and when a woman hits her thirties there are added risks that come with age."

"Such as?" He asked in dread; his grip already tightened.

"Mac, it's nothing to be worried about. Dr. Adams has given me the name of a very good pre-natal doctor and I'll call her as soon as we are back."

"But..."

"I didn't tell you any of that to worry you my love," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "But I think you should know everything that is going on. Much like our wedding, you are going to have a big part in this future."

"I don't think I'd want it any other way. I will be there Stella, for it all. I promise you that," Mac smiled, as he quickly kissed her cheek and then pulled back; not wanting to offer anything too much in the way of a public display of affection in the strange car.

They finally reached JFK and as they headed into the ticket booth; through security and then customs, Mac watched Stella in amazement. She was already telling him things to expect in Athens; although she had never been there personally, he listened with fascination. His mind was once again at ease; his future secure and now he just wanted to spend the next two weeks, enjoying their time alone and away from work; everything would now have to wait.

"So with us wanting to start a family does that mean we get to have sex more often?" Mac teased, as his arm pulled her closer to him in the waiting area seats; his breath tickled her ear as he made his flirty suggestion.

"Seriously is that all you think about?"

"Stella, I'm a man. Do you really expect me to answer that?"

"I heard that men think about sex every four minutes?"

"That long?" He teased. "I thought it was every 56 seconds?"

"Where on earth did you get that statistic?"

"Cosmo?" He remarked. "So seriously, speaking of practicing..."

"Mac I think we did that enough of that yesterday to last a while."

"What? You mean..."

"That's right, no more sex for yesterday," she teased in return, laughing as he rolled his eyes. "Mac it's already tomorrow in Greece, trust me we'll need a day to figure things out."

"So if we gain a day coming back then..." his voice trailed off as they finally heard their row being called and slowly headed for the gate to board the plane. They continued their flirty debate as they slowly walked onto the large jumbo jet and then settled in for the direct flight to Athens; Mac on the isle and Stella lucking out with an empty seat beside her; next to the window. Mac watched Stella pull out a small travelers handbook on Athens and then snuggled in closer beside him as the plane lifted them into the air; her ears taking delight in the sound of his smooth voice as he read various highlights of the place they were heading; fun things to see and do.

"Think they'll offer My Big Fat Greek Wedding as the in-flight entertainment?" Stella questioned as their TV stations started to buzz to life.

"My Big Fat...what?" Mac wondered.

"What was the actual last movie you paid to see?" Stella queried.

"As in the theater or rental?"

"I think I'm afraid to ask," she laughed and he frowned.

"With or without you?"

"Oh right I was able to con you into going to see GI Joe," she stated and he smirked. "Actually it was pretty good."

"Changed a lot from what I remembered as a kid," Mac sighed as he leaned back in his seat and looked at her with a soft smile. "What movie is playing?"

"GI Joe," she laughed.

"Not Forest Gump?" He teased.

"Mac, don't tease, that is a great movie. You know that actor Gary Sinise lost his legs in that."

"Yeah poor guy. Lieutenant Dan," Mac laughed.

"He's hot," Stella whispered. "Kinda reminds me of someone I am married to. But you have better legs."

"Thanks," Mac deadpanned as the movie came to life. "Are you going to watch?"

"Actually..." she started as she flipped to a nature show and stopped it to watch. "Turn to channel 5."

Mac did as she suggested and soon they were sharing one small set of ear plugs, their light conversation still focused on the small book held firmly in Mac's hand; the other still held onto his wife's warm one. A few times he would pull his gaze away from either the book or the small TV screen and look at the wedding band on her left hand and his lips would curl into a warm smile.

He never would have imagined that she would marry; certainly never saw this future offered so many years ago. She never needed anyone; never allowed anyone to get close, to penetrate the solid walls she had spent years perfecting. Much like himself, she seemed destined to be alone; needing to prove to the world around that she could take care of herself and anyone who stood against that notion be damned. But it was her strength of will and strength of love inside her mind and heart that would carry them through whatever lay ahead; he never had to fear her love for him. He did, however, sometimes fear he never showed enough love in return; never showed her all that she was worth or what she meant to him. And while he never second guessed himself when it came to duty to the city or his job; raising a child would be a whole other story.

He watched her face light up as her lips offered a warm laugh toward something on the small screen before her. His grip around her tightened, her fingers intertwined with his offered warmth and desire as she planted a warm kiss on them, before turning to him and giving him a wink.

He felt his face warm at her gesture but was quick to remind his body that now wasn't the time to display his need for her and so was thankful when she changed the subject; her words drew his attention to something else of interest in the small handbook and by the time the meal arrived; their conversation was away from love making and all about their small Mediterranean hideaway.

"How did you find this place Mac?" Stella asked again as they finished their meal, Stella's head now rested on his shoulder.

"I Googled it," Mac answered and Stella laughed, making his brow crease. "What?" He asked in defense.

"Just funny to hear you use such "hip" terms," she teased, making him slightly squirm.

"Funny," Mac huffed and she kissed his cheek.

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Although it was small, the fact that Mac still seemed to amaze her, surprised Stella even now. He Googled it, she laughed inwardly, but knew that it was just one more thing that would draw them all the more closer together. Mac tried to come across to the world around him as rigid and unyielding in life; however when alone together, at work or at home, his true self was offered to her and her alone and that warmed her heart in ways he would never understand.

When she first met him, she was intimidated by this military stance; cold and commanding. Then she learned about his wife's death on 9/11 and her view of him changed. She finally understood why he didn't eat or sleep; barely smiled and never showed feeling or emotion, outside of a few smart ass comments to those that incurred his wrath.

He had protected his heart; shielding it away from a future filled with love and happiness. For a brief period she was jealous when he finally tested the relationship waters with a woman she still doesn't trust. But that didn't last; his heart didn't belong to Peyton and neither did his future. They were always there waiting to be claimed by her. And now as she gazed upon the brand new band of gold on his finger she knew in her heart this is where she belonged; this was the man she loved more than life itself; this was the man who was now to look after her and their forthcoming family until that right was taken away by death. She knew whatever fears he was feeling, she was fearing the same; but knew in her heart they would make it together, together nothing was impossible.

His warm voice brought her back to reality as he mentioned a few things to do in Greece.

"We have to see the temple of Zeus, Mac," Stella insisted. "And the Acropolis."

"Oh I think I could be bribed to see both of those," he playfully teased.

"You want to have sex when we get back home?"

"Ouch," he frowned as she laughed. He simply shook his head, while she lay hers back down on his shoulder and finally closed her eyes, his warm hand still firmly grasped hers as he handed the tray to the attendant and settled in beside her. She felt his warm lips kiss the top of her head as darkness called to her.

Finally a few hours later, she felt Mac nudge her awake.

"We are about to land," Mac told her warmly.

Stella's body offered a slight stretch, and she laughed as Mac's finger poked her in the side before he offered her a small playful grin, which she happily kissed off his face. The plane touched down and soon both were greeted by the warm muggy Mediterranean air.

~Athens, Greece~

Mac watched Stella's face as they headed outside toward their waiting cab; her enthusiasm and joy for what was before them, thrilled his mind and warmed his heart, telling him that all his efforts would be worth it. He told her their villa was right in the heart of places they wanted to see, but also close enough to the ocean for them to be able to walk to; so he figured a rental car wasn't needed.

"Still can't believe you rented a scooter for a few days," Stella smiled as she climbed into the back of the cab, seated beside her husband as they pulled away from the Athens International Airport.

"Why?"

"Another surprise is all," she teased.

"Just love the feel of you holding onto me," he admitted with a low tone.

"I will certainly not complain about that," she answered in haste. The cab ride to their private villa, Stella would gently grab Mac's arm as she forced his attention in whatever direction she saw something of interest. She explained a brief piece of history in Greek and his delight for their chosen destination continued to grow as each minute passed.

They finally reached their private honeymoon villa and Mac helped Stella with her suitcase as they headed away from the cab. The driver pulled back down the private driveway, leaving the couple to fend for themselves.

"Wow Mac, this place is amazing."

"Glad you approve."

Mac headed into the small house to greet the caretaker, who followed him back outside with two keys in her hand.

"Welcome Mr. & Mrs. Taylor," the Grecian woman greeted them with a heavy accent.

Stella replied in Greek and the woman pulled her into her arms and offered a warm hug. The caretaker looked at Mac and then back at Stella before she offered some words and then turned to lead them to their home for the next two weeks.

"What did she say?" Mac questioned.

"She said we'd have beautiful children," Stella answered with a warm smile. "I agreed."

Mac smiled warmly at his wife as they hovered outside as the caretaker arranged a few things inside and then walked back to them before she said a few more things in Greek and then walked away.

Mac followed Stella inside, his face taking delight in her obvious joy over the place he picked for their honeymoon. It was the only one on the property; it had a large bedroom, modest kitchen with a private balcony that overlooked the Mediterranean; a nice sized bathroom with large soaker tub and shower and an area for relaxing in front of a small real wood fireplace if so desired.

Mac headed outside onto the private balcony and then smiled as he felt his wife's arms wrap around his waist as she planted a warm kiss on his neck.

"Mac, this place is beautiful," she praised warmly. "Mac look at the view."

"It is pretty fantastic," he agrees, twisting himself around to face her, his arms still holding her close. "Makes me happy that you approve so much."

"More than approve," she replied.

"Enough to make me get lucky tonight?" He teased.

"If you behave until then," she told him as he pouted.

"So then if I did this..." he started as he scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her into the large bedroom, gently tossing her onto the King sized bed and hurrying on after her. "I wouldn't be behaving?" He smiled down as he gently captured her wrists above her head with his hands.

"Hmm actions like this might garner you some punishment," she teased as his lips lowered to hers.

"You have to get free first," Mac stated in a low warm tone.

And before she could offer another word, his mouth silenced hers as his arms gently gathered her closer, her arms wrapped around his neck as she deepened the kiss. However, just as Mac was about to remove his wife's top, a knock was heard at the door and their actions immediately ceased.

"I'll get it," Stella smiled, as she motioned with her head to her husband's obvious state of arousal.

"Damn it!" Mac gently cursed as he tried to control his body if they were indeed to have company.

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Stella smiled to herself at Mac's personal indiscretion as she hurried for the door. She took a few deep breaths before she pulled it open and smiled at the older lady who offered some clean linens, a visitor's map of places she thought the newlyweds might like; a bottle of homemade Grecian wine and a welcome basket she made especially for them.

Stella thanked the lady with a hug and kiss, taking the items inside. She put them all down on the table just as Mac finally made his presence known, his bodily urges back to normal.

"What is all this stuff?" Mac asked as Stella gathered up the basket, wine and map as she took her husband by the arm and let him back outside onto the balcony.

"Time for a snack."

"But I was hoping to finish off where we started," Mac protested.

"This will give you energy," Stella winked.

"I don't need..."

"Mac, its perishable and I know you are hungry because I am. Now we have a few hours before dinner so bring your ass after me already."

Mac just smiled at her playful demands but was more than happy to comply as he sat down beside her at the small outside table and watched with a smile as she started to pull out a few things and spread them out on the table. Having lived with her for the past number of months, he had come to finally recognize certain ethnic foods and she had basically forced him to try new things or he'd have to go hungry at supper time. So when she handed him a plate of truly ethnic delights, he wasn't as apprehensive as he once was.

Stella smiled as Mac's face relaxed when the Greek food was offered. Over the past number of months of living together and being married; coupled with lots of threats to send him to bed hungry, Mac had surprised her by trying whatever she wanted to offer him. Watching him as he started to enjoy the various delights presented, made her smile and covered with her with a warm security she had never known before. He was at peace; happy and content. And to see him in such a state, truly made her heart swell with love and desire for him.

"What?" She questioned when his face offered a boyish crease; another expression that endeared him to her as the days passed.

"What is that?" He wondered, arching his brows when she informed him of the authentic Grecian delectable.

"Interesting," he stated without a further protest, leaving her to just shake her head.

Stella watched Mac's gaze turn from her toward the water that lay below them; a private path down to a secluded beach for them to enjoy some intimate time at later.

"It's beautiful Mac."

"Only the best for you Stella," he answered and she rewarded him with a heart melting smile. "So I know we have a great kitchen and you are an amazing cook, but I don't expect, or even want..."

"You don't want me to cook for us?"

"Stella, this is supposed to be a true holiday. What would you think of a husband that takes you away on your honeymoon and expects you to cook for him?"

Stella offered him a small smirk as she leaned forward, grasped his fingers in hers and gently squeezed. "First of all Mac, I love to cook, you know that; even more I love to cook just for you, for us. To make use of that great kitchen with local offerings would not be a burden by any means. Besides, kinda nice to not have to rush out of bed in the morning to get something to eat. Unless of course you want to?" She asked with a coy smile.

"Well now that you put it that way," Mac smiled in return.

"Besides, within walking distance there is a great market with fresh seafood and other items I know I can tempt you with."

"That is not very hard. You could tempt me with water," Mac retorted with a smile as he gently pulled her in closer and planted a warm kiss on her lips. "As I said, I have no power around you."

"Ah so then I am in control of you?"

"Haven't you always been?" His brows arched.

Stella replied with a wide grin as she eased back in her chair and they chatted about what they would do tomorrow and about an hour later, the basket was empty, their stomachs full as they slowly pushed their selves away from the table and hand in hand headed for the small path down to the beach.

"I love the smell of the salty air," Stella mentioned as she held onto Mac's strong hand as he led them down the small winding path, the promise of blue water and white sand that awaited them. "Enlivens the senses."

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Mac's heart warmed as he listened to his wife's happy enthusiasm about their present location; assured inside his heart and mind that he had indeed made the right choice for their honeymoon. They finally reached the bottom and watched as her eyes started to glisten with happy tears as she took in their amazing surroundings.

"This place is almost magical," she breathed as he led them over to a small grassy spot and then eased her down onto his lap, his arms already wrapped around her. Mac leaned back against the tree, Stella's head on his shoulder as both listened to the sound of the gentle waves, lapping on the warm sand, an invitation for some private swimming when the sun had fallen.

"Skinny dipping in order?" She questioned and his lips curled automatically.

Mac looked around to ensure that they indeed had their own private beach before he offered an agreement. "Looks like it'll just be us, so I think I could be persuaded to join you."

"And what could you be persuaded with?" Stella challenged.

"Let's see, you naked? Yeah pretty hard to persuade me against that."

"Oh really?" She teased as he started to press his lips against her warm neck. His ears delighted in the sounds of soft moans as his lips started to hungrily devour the warm flesh that was now offered.

"Have to use my energy before dinner," Mac whispered in her ear as he softly nibbled on it, still holding her captive against his rapidly beating heart.

"But Mac..." she started in protest as her body pressed further into his.

"Don't worry, you'll provide me more energy at dinner time."

Mac gently eased Stella down onto the grass as he gazed down at her with a warm smile. "I love you Mrs. Taylor," he mentioned in a warm, husky tone as he slowly lowered himself into her waiting embrace. And while he wasn't sure he had the nerve to have sex with the possibility of being seen, a hot make out session was more than in order.

He loved the feeling as her arms tightened around him, holding him close as his lips moved from her mouth to her neck. As her hunger for him deepened he felt his desire growing and his fingers moved to the zipper of his jeans. But just as he was about to offer himself to her a boat zoomed by with the two people inside shouting 'hellos' to the couple on the shore.

"Damn it!" Mac gently cursed as he pulled back, as his body immediately cooled. "It's a conspiracy right?" Mac huffed as he looked down at her with a slight frown.

"Think you need to make an offering to the sex gods for some alone time?" Stella looked up at him playfully.

"Something," he groaned as he rolled onto his back.

Stella pushed herself up and gazed down at her husbands flushed face with a loving smile. "We do have tonight," she whispered as she pushed aside some sweaty hair off his forehead and planted a warm kiss on the spot her fingers just left.

"As I said before, you could make me do just about anything," he whispered with a soft smile, his anxiety subsided. "Did you want to go for a walk and see what is nearby?"

"I think I would like that very much," she promised as she kissed his warm lips once more.

Mac pushed himself to his feet and then offered his arms to Stella, who willing took them and then it was her turn to lead them back to the top. Stella grabbed a canvas bag that had been provided and then willingly grasped Mac's warm hand once again as they slowly walked down the driveway toward the street. They casually talked about the large acreage their private villa was located; the olive and fruit trees that dotted the surrounding horizon; the generous vineyard and the soft sounds of nearby farm animals.

Mac of course took the outside position; always to assure Stella that she was safe and if anything was to happen it would be his life offered first. He delighted in the explanations she offered about surrounding points of interest as they neared the small but well stocked sea side market.

"What do you feel like for supper Mac?" Stella asked as they neared the first booth.

"Well I know what I want for dessert," he nuzzled her ear, his lips sending small shivers down her spine.

"Naughty boy," she teased in return as his grin widened. "Come on Mac, pick something."

"Okay so I did notice a barbeque and you know that is one thing I can at least do," he replied and she smirked at his being so unsure of some things. "How about some grilled vegetables and fresh seafood?"

Stella looked at him with an arched brow before he started to gently squirm under her gaze.

"What?"

"Sounds great. You are full of surprises as of late Mr. Taylor."

"Gotta keep you interested," he grinned as her hand rested on his ass.

"Yeah you really have to work very hard on that," she deadpanned as she kissed his lips and then pulled back, leaving his face flushed once again with her brazen display.

Mac just shook his head as he watched Stella walk up to the first vendor and started to talk in Greek to the older woman. The older woman laughed at something Stella said before she looked past her and then stared at Mac.

"Yes, he's my husband," he delighted to hear her tell the older woman. Mac nodded a polite hello as Stella continued to shop for what they needed for supper. Mac wandered down to another stall that was offering fresh native flowers and happily bought a bouquet for his wife, while she bought dinner for them. He returned to her side and smiled as her eyes looked from the flowers to his before he was rewarded with another brief kiss on the cheek.

Mac took the bag of fresh vegetables and bread before they headed down to some fisherman who had just unloaded their catch of the day.

"Lobster or crab? I'll just have to make due with your muscles," she teased him, making him blush before the two portly fisherman, who simply laughed at the nervous CSI.

"A little of each?" Mac asked with a slight frown as Stella looked over at him in surprise. "You said I would work up energy at dinner..."

"You said that," she countered.

"Hence the combination," Mac replied as he gestured to the men to give them two fresh lobsters and two fresh crabs.

"And you are going to cook them right? I just don't feel like murdering anything right now," she informed him.

"Me?" Mac stammered as the two fisherman just shook their heads before informing Stella in Greek that if they wanted to wait they could flash cook them right now and then enjoy them at home.

"We'll wait," Stella agreed, as she looked sideways at Mac, as he just frowned.

"What?"

"They said to make up for your lack of culinary skills they are going to enlist you onto their boat to fish for them."

"Oh really?" Mac smirked as his hand pulled her back up against his body once more. "So I am to be kidnapped am I?"

"Oh no, only I am allowed to kidnap you. They just want to enlist you, think of it as your duty to your country."

Mac laughed at his wife's playful stance as they continued to talk quietly while they waited for their dinner to be made for them. Mac finally accepted the freshly cooked seafood in a container and then followed Stella back to the road and as they headed back to their villa.

Once inside, Stella took the flowers while Mac headed outside to start up the barbeque as she set the table, the setting sun to be their backdrop for dinner.

"Smells good chef Taylor," Stella praised as she walked up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he finished with the veggies. His lips offered a smile as she planted a warm kiss just below his ear. A few minutes later they were once again seated at the table, fresh food, vintage wine and romantic candles setting the mood as the sun now started to disappear, leaving the warm salty air to pave the way for a romantic rendezvous in the waters below.

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Stella listened as Mac offered stories about other places he had travelled to in the marine's as they ate their delicious dinner; both happy and content just to be alone, away from the hustle and bustle of New York. Stella finished her last drop of wine as she looked up at Mac and noticed an odd expression on his handsome face.

"Mac what is it?"

"I only hear waves," he replied and she grinned.

"Right now," she winked and his face reddened.

"Ah."

"But I agree. Where is the traffic? The sirens?"

"Flack's insistent questions?" Mac added and Stella laughed. "Do we really have to go back?"

Stella leaned back in her chair and offered a warm smile to her husband; he really was at peace, something she prayed he'd achieve by coming here. His faced was relaxed, body untensed and fists uncurled; a somewhat odd sight for the always busy ex-marine.

"We could just get a small house by the beach and retire here."

"Retire?" Mac arched his brows. "Kinda like the sound of that."

"Something to keep in mind."

"But not yet," Mac's voice trailed off.

"I know you Mac, you're not ready to retire just yet."

He offered her no words, she knew she was right. Stella leaned in, reached for a small piece of Baklava and then held it for him to try.

"What is it?"

"Heaven," she whispered as her eyes sparkled in the candle light.

"Really?" Mac smiled as he carefully held her hand in his and then quickly consumed the piece. "Very good," he agreed as she leaned in and tenderly kissed the remaining gooey pieces from his tasty lips.

"Mmm Mac for dessert," she teased as she licked his lips once more; which forced him to gently grab her chin and force her lips back to his.

"Not so fast," he teased as he returned the favor. "You taste just as tempting."

"I think I need some water," Stella mentioned and Mac frowned as he pulled back and offered her a small glass. She looked at his gestured and laughed to which of course he offered her a wondering look.

"No?"

"How about something a little more blue with you in it? Perhaps naked?" She winked and he quickly caught on.

"Right."

"Unless of course you are too tired."

"Never that tired," he assured her as he quickly stood up and offered his hand once again. They headed back inside the villa to change. However once inside Stella watched as Mac gathered up his robe and headed into the other room.

"Mac?" She asked as she hurried after him.

"Stella, I can't change with you in there," he huffed. "Otherwise we won't make it to the water."

Stella grinned at her husbands words but knew he was probably right so hurried back into the bedroom and then reappeared a few minutes later naked under a fresh robe, her appearance matched his.

"Smart man," she rewarded as he guided them with a small candle down the path to the dimly lit area, the deep blue, gently bathed in pale moonlight as it called to the two lovers to make use of all it offered to them.

Stella, watched with a warm smile as Mac quickly tossed his robe aside, slipped his shoes off and slowly headed toward the water. His lips offered a slight wince as the cool water collided with warm skin, but just nodded in approval as he slipped in further. He turned around and offered his arms, eagerly waiting her arrival.

"Come to me my Grecian Angel," Mac warmly called to her.

Stella slowly allowed the robe to slide off her body, as her husband delighted in her seductive actions. She slowly walked toward him and let out a small squeal as the cool water started to send small shivers up to her face.

"I'll make you warm," her husband's husky voice offered as she carefully made her way toward him. She offered herself willingly into his open arms as they firmly wrapped around her, her next words silenced by passionate kisses.

Mac's wet fingers intertwined themselves with her damp curls as his lips continued to hungrily devour her mouth and then moved lower to her neck. Stella's body arched into his; his desire already known, his hands moved her into position to receive him. She gently gripped his back as their body started to create small waves in the dark sapphire waters that surrounded them.

"Make love to me Mac," Stella lightly commanded as her fingers grasped some damp hair and her teeth started to nibble his tender skin. Her actions were rewarded with groans from his lips before she silenced him once more with her mouth, gently forcing her tongue to explore whatever it could.

"Oh god Stella..." Mac groaned as she pressed up tighter against his wet naked body, salty water gently lapped as they continued.

The water was now warm; the moon smiled down upon the happy lovers and the area around them ensured their privacy was contained and they could continue unhindered.

"I love you Mac!" Stella gasped one last time. Her lips silenced Mac's last groan before the water around them started to subside. "I always will..." she breathed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and hard, their union complete.

"I love you too Stella, I always will...only you."

~Albany, New York~

"How did I do today, Mrs. Matthews?" Ella asked in haste, her heart anxious as her eyes darted nervously around.

"Ella, you have made excellent progress," Mrs. Beatrice Matthews praised. "In fact I am sure you'll be going back home in few weeks, just as you want."

"How many weeks?"

"I can't say for sure. Shall we shoot for a month?"

"Really?" Ella questioned, her eyes wet; almost spilled over.

"Well it's a point to shoot for and then we'll reevaluate."

"That sounds too good to be true."

"Yes and then you and your man will finally be together. What was his name again?"

"Mac. He's the man in my heart; the man that I love."

"Well from what you have told me over the past six months he sounds very special and fond of you. You are one lucky girl."

"Do you really think so?" Ella beamed under the false praise; words offered as a result of the lies she offered to those around her.

"With all he did to help you? How he rescued you and took care of you? Yes I think you are one lucky girl that he is waiting for you right now."

"Do you think I can make him happy, like he makes me happy?"

"Yes Ella, I think you and Mac will be very happy together."

"Oh I knew it! Thank you Mrs. Matthews; thank you so much. I can't wait until I see my Mac again."

A/N: Okay so with them in Greece in this story and also in 'Target Specific' I am trying to keep things as different as possible. If somethings are similar, please send me some money so I can sue myself! Lolotherwise hope you all enjoyed this chapter. As you can see I am building snippets for Ella's return so she just doesn't show up suddenly. Also the next few chapters will be smacked fluff as they are on their honeymoon, but dont worry, as with my other stories it doesn't drag and will get back to the mix of smex and action! Thoughts on that?

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PS: Target Specific Updated (Tuesday). This site is driving me crazy!