* I don’t own anything, they belong to CBS and anyone who has rights to CSI:NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D
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Previously:
”Hang on … Back up… Things I love about him? And fucking me senseless? What am I thinking?” She asked herself in disbelief.
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She almost scared herself to death with her own thoughts.
”Maybe I do Amore him. But I shouldn’t. I don’t think he feels the same way.”
The memories of their little private moments together flooded back to her.
When she put herself out there and flirted with him, he steps forward, as if to receive her.
But then he seems to take 2 steps back in hesitation.
”Maybe he’s just not sure how I feel? Maybe he’s afraid of being rejected?” She tried to avvolgere her mind around every possibility looking for an explanation that would clarify everything.
Stella opened her eyes as she exhaled deeply.
She stared at the tile floor as if expecting an answer from it.
There was absolute silence.
She was deeply immersed in her thoughts; it was as if she was Lost in a world of her own.
She took a deep breath and blinked her eyes slowly. Her consciousness was now back in the waking world.
Mac Taylor’s song rang across the locker room.
His deep voice echoed among the walls.
Stella’s thoughts were once again lost, her consciousness now immersed in his song.
She suddenly felt her heat building up from her core; she was turned on.
She tried to shake it off but she miserably failed. It was crazy how a simple song and the thought of Mac showering just inches away from her drove her nuts.
Feeling her orgasm build, she decided to rub herself and release her nectar.
She felt wet inside and outside. Her cuore was pounding against her chest like a huge drum.
The heat she had released from within made her legs shake. She collapsed on the floor with her back against the wall.
Her breathing labored, sweat dripping from her face; she smiled like never before.
”I’ve always found his deep voice really sexy but I never thought that just listening to him would turn me on like that.”
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A cespuglio, bush of curly hair emerged from the locker room in a graceful, energetic gait.
“Heya, Stell.” Danny greeted her. Noticing the smile fixed on her face, he asked, “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.” She replied and went on her way.
Danny headed towards the locker room to change to his off duty clothes.
Coincidentally, Mac had just stepped out of the doccia and was putting his clothes on when Danny entered the room.
He had a huge smile on his face, similar to Stella’s.
It was unusual for anyone to catch him in this kind of mood, seeing as he always keeps a serious look on his face and rarely ever smiles. As a bonus, he was also happily whistling a tune.
“Heya, Mac.” Noticing the rare smile on his boss’ face, he asked, “What’s up with you?”
Mac smirked and answered, “Nothing, I just had a good shower.”
But the reality was, he was smiling because he was really looking inoltrare, avanti to hanging out with Stella later that night.
Mac walked out of the locker room still keeping a smile on his face.
Danny’s deductive reasoning kicked into high gear.
”Stella plus Mac.. Both smiling.. Locker room.. Mac just got out of the shower..”
His eyes widened in shock and a sly look formed on his face.
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Sitting behind her desk, Stella recalled her little locker room adventure.
She quietly smiled to herself as she recalled the image of Mac’s silhouette on the doccia door.
“Stell? Stell. Hey.” Mac walked into her office moments after talking on his cellphone.
“Oh, Mac. Hey, what’s up?” she was startled da him. She blushed a little, having been caught off guard once again.
“Uh, sorry to say this, Stell…I gotta cancella our plans tonight. The band called, detto they got us a last minuto calesse, concerto tonight at this place we’ve been trying to get into for quite a while.”
A disappointed look appeared on Stella’s face. Mac stared at her and felt ashamed of himself.
“Let me make it up to te tomorrow. I’ll cook cena for the two of us.” He smiled at her; hoping for redemption.
“Alright. Tomorrow night it is then. cena better be damn good, Mac.”
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Alone at home, Stella sat on her divano cursing at Mac’s bandmates.
”Stupid gig… Stupid band…”
She couldn’t help but feel irritated… and bored.
Her bacheca clock ticked 9:04 pm.
”Hmm.. I wonder..”
She got up from her seat, took her giacca and headed out.
About a half an ora later, she found herself in this cozy, medium-sized Jazz club.
She squeezed through the crowd, shuffled her feet on the floor and sat herself at the vacant tavolo in the front row.
There he was on stage; handsomely playing his basso guitar.
The band was playing a song that was a bit upbeat but Mac’s mood didn’t seem to match their song.
Mac was obviously upset that he had to cancella his hang-out night with Stella.
He played his notes like some emotionless robot; he didn’t look at the crowd and he didn’t sposta much either.
His shoulders were starting to feel tired because of the weight of his guitar.
He stretched his neck upward and tried to relax his muscles.
For the first time tonight, he set his eyes on the crowd.
There on the corner table, his eyes caught sight of a bunch of glorious curls; a beautiful woman staring at him.
His eyes caught her gaze; he flashed her a smile as his face turned pomodoro red.
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When they finished their last song, Mac hurriedly got off the stage and joined Stella on her table.
“Hey.” His eyes almost twinkled with joy. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I was getting lonely at home and…” she suddenly stopped. “I missed te already.”, she thought.
“And?” He asked rather eagerly.
“And… I wanted to see te play. I also wanted to see what was so special with this jazz club that te dumped me for it.” They both laughed.
“Well you’re here now.” They shared a prolonged gaze.
Stella found it romantic, the way he stared at her.
“Let’s get out of here. We can still go out and get dinner.” Mac gently grabbed her wrist and guided her out of the crowded club.
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Another cliffhanger. Sorry, couldn't resist. (lol)
At least i gave te something to smile about in this chapter. :)
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~Chap. End~
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Thanks for reading!
Rate and commento please! :)
--
Previously:
”Hang on … Back up… Things I love about him? And fucking me senseless? What am I thinking?” She asked herself in disbelief.
--
She almost scared herself to death with her own thoughts.
”Maybe I do Amore him. But I shouldn’t. I don’t think he feels the same way.”
The memories of their little private moments together flooded back to her.
When she put herself out there and flirted with him, he steps forward, as if to receive her.
But then he seems to take 2 steps back in hesitation.
”Maybe he’s just not sure how I feel? Maybe he’s afraid of being rejected?” She tried to avvolgere her mind around every possibility looking for an explanation that would clarify everything.
Stella opened her eyes as she exhaled deeply.
She stared at the tile floor as if expecting an answer from it.
There was absolute silence.
She was deeply immersed in her thoughts; it was as if she was Lost in a world of her own.
She took a deep breath and blinked her eyes slowly. Her consciousness was now back in the waking world.
Mac Taylor’s song rang across the locker room.
His deep voice echoed among the walls.
Stella’s thoughts were once again lost, her consciousness now immersed in his song.
She suddenly felt her heat building up from her core; she was turned on.
She tried to shake it off but she miserably failed. It was crazy how a simple song and the thought of Mac showering just inches away from her drove her nuts.
Feeling her orgasm build, she decided to rub herself and release her nectar.
She felt wet inside and outside. Her cuore was pounding against her chest like a huge drum.
The heat she had released from within made her legs shake. She collapsed on the floor with her back against the wall.
Her breathing labored, sweat dripping from her face; she smiled like never before.
”I’ve always found his deep voice really sexy but I never thought that just listening to him would turn me on like that.”
---
A cespuglio, bush of curly hair emerged from the locker room in a graceful, energetic gait.
“Heya, Stell.” Danny greeted her. Noticing the smile fixed on her face, he asked, “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.” She replied and went on her way.
Danny headed towards the locker room to change to his off duty clothes.
Coincidentally, Mac had just stepped out of the doccia and was putting his clothes on when Danny entered the room.
He had a huge smile on his face, similar to Stella’s.
It was unusual for anyone to catch him in this kind of mood, seeing as he always keeps a serious look on his face and rarely ever smiles. As a bonus, he was also happily whistling a tune.
“Heya, Mac.” Noticing the rare smile on his boss’ face, he asked, “What’s up with you?”
Mac smirked and answered, “Nothing, I just had a good shower.”
But the reality was, he was smiling because he was really looking inoltrare, avanti to hanging out with Stella later that night.
Mac walked out of the locker room still keeping a smile on his face.
Danny’s deductive reasoning kicked into high gear.
”Stella plus Mac.. Both smiling.. Locker room.. Mac just got out of the shower..”
His eyes widened in shock and a sly look formed on his face.
---
Sitting behind her desk, Stella recalled her little locker room adventure.
She quietly smiled to herself as she recalled the image of Mac’s silhouette on the doccia door.
“Stell? Stell. Hey.” Mac walked into her office moments after talking on his cellphone.
“Oh, Mac. Hey, what’s up?” she was startled da him. She blushed a little, having been caught off guard once again.
“Uh, sorry to say this, Stell…I gotta cancella our plans tonight. The band called, detto they got us a last minuto calesse, concerto tonight at this place we’ve been trying to get into for quite a while.”
A disappointed look appeared on Stella’s face. Mac stared at her and felt ashamed of himself.
“Let me make it up to te tomorrow. I’ll cook cena for the two of us.” He smiled at her; hoping for redemption.
“Alright. Tomorrow night it is then. cena better be damn good, Mac.”
---
Alone at home, Stella sat on her divano cursing at Mac’s bandmates.
”Stupid gig… Stupid band…”
She couldn’t help but feel irritated… and bored.
Her bacheca clock ticked 9:04 pm.
”Hmm.. I wonder..”
She got up from her seat, took her giacca and headed out.
About a half an ora later, she found herself in this cozy, medium-sized Jazz club.
She squeezed through the crowd, shuffled her feet on the floor and sat herself at the vacant tavolo in the front row.
There he was on stage; handsomely playing his basso guitar.
The band was playing a song that was a bit upbeat but Mac’s mood didn’t seem to match their song.
Mac was obviously upset that he had to cancella his hang-out night with Stella.
He played his notes like some emotionless robot; he didn’t look at the crowd and he didn’t sposta much either.
His shoulders were starting to feel tired because of the weight of his guitar.
He stretched his neck upward and tried to relax his muscles.
For the first time tonight, he set his eyes on the crowd.
There on the corner table, his eyes caught sight of a bunch of glorious curls; a beautiful woman staring at him.
His eyes caught her gaze; he flashed her a smile as his face turned pomodoro red.
--
When they finished their last song, Mac hurriedly got off the stage and joined Stella on her table.
“Hey.” His eyes almost twinkled with joy. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I was getting lonely at home and…” she suddenly stopped. “I missed te already.”, she thought.
“And?” He asked rather eagerly.
“And… I wanted to see te play. I also wanted to see what was so special with this jazz club that te dumped me for it.” They both laughed.
“Well you’re here now.” They shared a prolonged gaze.
Stella found it romantic, the way he stared at her.
“Let’s get out of here. We can still go out and get dinner.” Mac gently grabbed her wrist and guided her out of the crowded club.
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Another cliffhanger. Sorry, couldn't resist. (lol)
At least i gave te something to smile about in this chapter. :)
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~Chap. End~
As Stella's 2 mese went da so fast As her 3rd mese hit
~~~~~~In the locker room~~~~~~
"Hey Mac can te put my clothes on the bench Asked Stella"As she Turned On the Shower
"Sure sweetheart detto Mac" as normal as he could."
"Thank-You.I Amore you! Whispered Stella'
"Stella I have to go I have to check up on the team"I Amore te whispered Mac"
As Stella Turned off the doccia water and Dried off she saw her Stomach Sticks out!
"Great te can see my Baby Bump How nice yelled Stella"
As Stella Ran to her office to make sure that nobody saw her stomach stick out of her shirt!
"Hello sweetheart"
"Hello! Do te notice anything sticking out" Asked Stella
"Your stomach" Yelled Mac!
"We Have To Tell The Team! o they will Figure it out them selfs"Explined Stella
"You are Right! Stella When Do te Get te Sonogram"Asked Mac
"I Think successivo Week"
~~~~~~In the locker room~~~~~~
"Hey Mac can te put my clothes on the bench Asked Stella"As she Turned On the Shower
"Sure sweetheart detto Mac" as normal as he could."
"Thank-You.I Amore you! Whispered Stella'
"Stella I have to go I have to check up on the team"I Amore te whispered Mac"
As Stella Turned off the doccia water and Dried off she saw her Stomach Sticks out!
"Great te can see my Baby Bump How nice yelled Stella"
As Stella Ran to her office to make sure that nobody saw her stomach stick out of her shirt!
"Hello sweetheart"
"Hello! Do te notice anything sticking out" Asked Stella
"Your stomach" Yelled Mac!
"We Have To Tell The Team! o they will Figure it out them selfs"Explined Stella
"You are Right! Stella When Do te Get te Sonogram"Asked Mac
"I Think successivo Week"
