Fic: That Shirt - CSI:NY Mac/Danny/Stella. Prompt 29. Shirt
Title: That Shirt
Author: Kaz | mickey_stone
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Danny/Stella
Rating: FRT-13
Word Count: 821
Prompt: 29. Shirt
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I do not own them!
Beta: Dee [calleigh_dee]
Crossposted: mickey_stone, threesome_fics, csi_triads
Authors Note: Written for the Threesome Week Challenge over at threesome_fics. Sorry its a bit late, PC problems and such. Enjoy!
Summary: She looked amazingly beautiful
The sun shone through the window, casting a square of sunlight across the large bed. Danny shifted and sighed, extending his hands to find his bed-partners. The only thing he felt under his hands was the sum-warmed crumpled sheets. He frowned and cracked his eyes open to look around the room. He immediately closed them again when the sun blinded him. He tried again, blinking a few times and squinting in the bright light. He lifted his head to look at the clock on the wall. The black hands told him that the time was 9:15, and the voices told him that his bed-partners were not in the bedroom but in the kitchen or living area.
He smiled and un-curled himself from the covers, flinging them back so he could get out of bed. He yawned and stretched languidly, relishing in the little clicks and cracks his bones made as they righted themselves. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants that had been flung haphazardly on the floor and slid them on, not bothering with boxers. He didn’t need to bother with anything really, considering it was just the three of them in the apartment, and he knew that they wouldn’t mind watching him go around naked. He smirked at that thought and made his way into the kitchen, grabbing his glasses from the night stand before he went.
He stopped when he got to the end of the hall and smiled, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms over his bare chest. His lovers were in the kitchen, making breakfast. Well, trying to at least. Mac was frying bacon in one frying pan, and Stella was doing some eggs in another. Both were arguing about something, but about what Danny didn’t know. It was only in jest, anyway. He could tell that from the wide smiles on their lips. Stella stuck her tongue out at Mac and turned to walk into the living room.
Danny followed her with his eyes. She walked with grace and poise, her long lean legs flexing and relaxing with each step. She wore nothing but a blue shirt of Mac’s, which was a little big for her. The sleeve buttons were un-done, and she had pushed them up to her forearms, but one sleeve slid back down again. The blue cotton was crinkled and creased from being in such a position for a long period a time. Danny saw her look down at her arm, and she sighed, slightly frustrated at the fabric for slipping down. She forcefully pushed it back up and Danny imagined she was telling it to do as it was told and stay where it was.
He watched as she walked over to the sofa and lent over the back of it. His eyes dipped to the hem of the shirt, which had just ridden high enough that Danny could see the soft curves of her ass. He unconsciously licked his lips and continued to stare at her rear, seeing her right leg flex and bend up in order to help her further over the sofa. She must have found what she was looking for, because it wasn’t long before she righted herself, standing by the sofa and holding some type of magazine in triumph.
She looked amazingly beautiful. No clothes (excluding the shirt), no make-up, her hair all over the place in a halo of chocolate spirals. She looked beautiful.
He must have said it out loud, because the next thing he knew, a voice whispered into his ear: “She is, isn’t she?” He shivered as the hot breath ghosted across his neck, and as the lips kissed his shoulder. Stella looked over to them and smiled, but Danny only caught a glimpse of its radiance before his eyes slid shut. He felt hands stroking his skin in slow, steady, sure motions, their intent clear. The lips kissed his skin again, this time lower down on his shoulder blade. Another set of lips kissed his, and he opened willingly under them. The playful tongue slid in and out, tangling and stroking his, but all too soon it left. Danny whimpered slightly, to which his answer was a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.
The body behind him backed away, but the arms around his waist tightened, telling Danny without words that he was to follow. The blond took a step back, and Danny felt Stella follow him. Mac stepped back again, and they followed. They walked like this back to the bedroom, where they would start the ancient dance again, and worship each other like only they could.
It was much later on, when morning had given way to afternoon and three sweaty and worn out bodies dozed on the large bed, when Danny tiredly looked over to the dressing table. There, hanging from the corner of the chair frame, was that blue cotton shirt.
Danny smiled.
-x-
Comments, anyone?
Author: Kaz | mickey_stone
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Danny/Stella
Rating: FRT-13
Word Count: 821
Prompt: 29. Shirt
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I do not own them!
Beta: Dee [calleigh_dee]
Crossposted: mickey_stone, threesome_fics, csi_triads
Authors Note: Written for the Threesome Week Challenge over at threesome_fics. Sorry its a bit late, PC problems and such. Enjoy!
Summary: She looked amazingly beautiful
The sun shone through the window, casting a square of sunlight across the large bed. Danny shifted and sighed, extending his hands to find his bed-partners. The only thing he felt under his hands was the sum-warmed crumpled sheets. He frowned and cracked his eyes open to look around the room. He immediately closed them again when the sun blinded him. He tried again, blinking a few times and squinting in the bright light. He lifted his head to look at the clock on the wall. The black hands told him that the time was 9:15, and the voices told him that his bed-partners were not in the bedroom but in the kitchen or living area.
He smiled and un-curled himself from the covers, flinging them back so he could get out of bed. He yawned and stretched languidly, relishing in the little clicks and cracks his bones made as they righted themselves. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants that had been flung haphazardly on the floor and slid them on, not bothering with boxers. He didn’t need to bother with anything really, considering it was just the three of them in the apartment, and he knew that they wouldn’t mind watching him go around naked. He smirked at that thought and made his way into the kitchen, grabbing his glasses from the night stand before he went.
He stopped when he got to the end of the hall and smiled, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms over his bare chest. His lovers were in the kitchen, making breakfast. Well, trying to at least. Mac was frying bacon in one frying pan, and Stella was doing some eggs in another. Both were arguing about something, but about what Danny didn’t know. It was only in jest, anyway. He could tell that from the wide smiles on their lips. Stella stuck her tongue out at Mac and turned to walk into the living room.
Danny followed her with his eyes. She walked with grace and poise, her long lean legs flexing and relaxing with each step. She wore nothing but a blue shirt of Mac’s, which was a little big for her. The sleeve buttons were un-done, and she had pushed them up to her forearms, but one sleeve slid back down again. The blue cotton was crinkled and creased from being in such a position for a long period a time. Danny saw her look down at her arm, and she sighed, slightly frustrated at the fabric for slipping down. She forcefully pushed it back up and Danny imagined she was telling it to do as it was told and stay where it was.
He watched as she walked over to the sofa and lent over the back of it. His eyes dipped to the hem of the shirt, which had just ridden high enough that Danny could see the soft curves of her ass. He unconsciously licked his lips and continued to stare at her rear, seeing her right leg flex and bend up in order to help her further over the sofa. She must have found what she was looking for, because it wasn’t long before she righted herself, standing by the sofa and holding some type of magazine in triumph.
She looked amazingly beautiful. No clothes (excluding the shirt), no make-up, her hair all over the place in a halo of chocolate spirals. She looked beautiful.
He must have said it out loud, because the next thing he knew, a voice whispered into his ear: “She is, isn’t she?” He shivered as the hot breath ghosted across his neck, and as the lips kissed his shoulder. Stella looked over to them and smiled, but Danny only caught a glimpse of its radiance before his eyes slid shut. He felt hands stroking his skin in slow, steady, sure motions, their intent clear. The lips kissed his skin again, this time lower down on his shoulder blade. Another set of lips kissed his, and he opened willingly under them. The playful tongue slid in and out, tangling and stroking his, but all too soon it left. Danny whimpered slightly, to which his answer was a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.
The body behind him backed away, but the arms around his waist tightened, telling Danny without words that he was to follow. The blond took a step back, and Danny felt Stella follow him. Mac stepped back again, and they followed. They walked like this back to the bedroom, where they would start the ancient dance again, and worship each other like only they could.
It was much later on, when morning had given way to afternoon and three sweaty and worn out bodies dozed on the large bed, when Danny tiredly looked over to the dressing table. There, hanging from the corner of the chair frame, was that blue cotton shirt.
Danny smiled.
-x-
Comments, anyone?