Title: What Feels Right
Summary: Fluffy little double drabble. Assume Mac and Stella have been dating a few weeks(or months or whatever makes you happy). If you want to think of it as set in current canon, ignore most of 5x11 "Forbidden Fruit." Written for Lisa.
He walked up behind her and brought his hand to her waist. Leaning in, he whispered, "You look beautiful."
A smile crept onto Stella's face. "Compliments will get you everywhere."
Mac smiled. "Will they get me a dance?"
Stella turned her head to look at him. "I thought you'd never ask."
He led her out to the dance floor and pulled her in close as the sounds of "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" floated around them.
For the most part, Mac was a man of few regrets when it came to his personal life. He wished he'd gotten up the courage to ask his high school crush to go to the Senior Prom with him, that he'd had kids with Claire, and that he'd opened his eyes sooner to his feelings for Stella.
Maybe it was the season, or the wine, or the kiss they'd shared earlier under the mistletoe even though everyone was watching, but as they swayed in time with the music he was caught for the millionth time that night thinking about how right it felt to be there with her.
Stella smiled at him, and the corners of Mac's lips curled. Yes, this was right.