Disclaimer: I don't own anything, expect what's in my apartment, and well, my mind. Rating: R-ish. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mac forcefully pushed Stella up against the scarlet red, smooth bacheca of his bedroom of his apartment, pinning her against it. Stella felt strong hands plant themselves on her wrists and then gently, yet expertly, pinned those against the bacheca as well. The rest of her body was pushed up da his own body weight. She could feel his warmth, his heat. She felt his abdominal muscles tightened and felt his cuore race. He smirked at her, taking in all that...
[Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY o the character they belong to Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer, and CBS. I do not gain any profit from these stories.
Author’s Note: This is a one-shot where Mac reflects on his life. The lyrics in italics are to the song “Simple Man” da Lynyrd Skynyrd. I was inspired to write this fic while listening to the song for like the thousandth time the other day, to me it fits Mac perfectly.]
I was sitting alone in my office one giorno after a tough case had just closed and was reflecting on my life so far.
Warning im not responsible for the wierness of ur brain after u read this caution caution u could lose brain cells - Jackie
Not alot of u guys dont no me so just let me start off da saying im a lazy speller so just deal with it. im 5ft3 in gr 8 well bassicly 9 now. im still 13 for the fact my bdays in october the 5th actually. I live in the awsome canada. Dudes i talk to myself well to clairsy the voice in my head shes my opposite and ilove her. theirs actually a story behind it actuall my friend is called corrisa but she wore bunny earsw and one giorno she got all muddy chasing patrick so i started...