Fic: All Good Things Come From NO SLEEP...
Title: All Good Things Come From NO SLEEP...
Pairing: Mac/Stella
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1400...ish
Summary: We all know what Mac and Stella do seperately when they can't sleep, but what do they do when they both can't sleep? Established relationship.
Disclaimer: Not mine, all credit given where absoultely necessary.
Not mine, i swear it...yet, sometimes I wonder...everyone else seems to be hooking up with everyone else....I think I could almost see Hawkes and Sid, but come on! The most OBVIOUS pair in the whole show...and they DONT PAIR them up?
Hmmm....just a little something that I came up with when I COULDN'T SLEEP...
Mac rubbed at his temples for what seemed like the millionth time. He let out an exasperated sigh, letting the details of the day wash over him in one long stride of tedious work. Stella looked up from the couch, pint of ice cream in her lap as well as Dexter now forgotten as her main focus now prompt the man in front of her. She watched as he closed and popped his eyes open a sure sign of him trying to stay awake. Stella shook her head and methodically clicked the TV off, making her way past him to leave the ice cream in the freezer and ended up placing her arms around his neck. Mac tilted his head to the side and met her with a tired smile.
"Going to sleep gorgeous?"
She mirrored his smile with more emphasize, reached over and kissed his lips leisurely.
"Yup, and your coming with me." She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom where she stripped him down to a muscle shirt and boxers, pushed him onto the bed and covered him before he could come up with a proper retort. He looked at her and slammed his body against the bed letting out a tired sigh.
"Stella, I have to get back to that paperwork..."
"That can wait 'till morning," she said snuggling up to his chest, "sleep cant."
"You have plenty of time to sleep when you die."
"Yea and you could die from lack of sleep or no sleep at all which you so happened to be going near."
"That takes 10 days."
"You're a third there, so sleep!"
"Alright...I'm not promising anything..." he mumbled.
Mac stared at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity, time seeming to forward 1 minute but backtrack 2. He watched as the patterns from behind the curtains move, giving off a ghostly smiley face off to the corner. H looked around for more figures but was met with oblong shapes, like something out of the Rorschach experiment.
"Sleep," said Stella forcefully.
"I can't; I'm too tired to even try."
"I have an idea."
"What is it?"
"You know..." Stella said lifting her hand to slowly brush the top of Mac's head, "They say sex is the best cure to fall asleep to." She made her way to the tip of his nose, "Something about working hard"-down to flick his lower lip-"...makes a person fall sleep"-to his lower abs-"you know anything about that?"-and finally to the waistband of his boxers.-
Mac smiled. "No, can’t say I have. Never heard of such a ludicrous thing in my life. Can you enlighten me on the subject?"
"Hmmm I don't know." Stella slipped her hand past the waistband, now a mere inch from his ever growing bulge. She toyed with the skin around it, running her finger along it, watching Mac gulp and gasp at the sudden contact. Her hand lingered and smiled devilishly at him, running her hands from his chest to his He lets himself flinch for a second, as her mouth twirls around the head. His hands find themselves in her hair, fucking her mouth ever so gently its torturous and threatening in all one motion. She licks a long, wet line from the shaft to the head, twirling her tongue over and over again till in quick motion he feels himself jerk from the heat. She removes herself from him and smiles. He gives her an adorable pout.
"What, you think you’re going to get all the fun outta this?"
He licked his lips and looked at her, making quick work of her tank top, her breasts exposed to show off her nice and plump bust.
"I knew you wouldn’t leave me hanging."
"Ha, never Taylor. Not with such an impressive-"
Mac flipped them over and reached down to discard Stella's, well his boxers, off her, brushing against her entrance purposely. She yelped at the sudden movement.
"Where did all of this come from?"
He kissed her neck and began nibbling on her skin, turning hot beneath his fingertips, a thin sheet of perspiration appearing among both of them.
"...Endorphins release... adrenaline starts to rush..."
Pulling needlessly she opens her neck up even more to him, letting him suck and nibble in a torturous frenzy. She knew that she was in for a sheet gripping ride, acknowledging it with the use of her two hands rubbing in Mac's hair. Marginally he inches himself in, registering a bite to the shoulder. Moans escaped and slipped out, the perspiration turning into droplets of sweat, running off ones body. He pumped into her lazily, finally finding a rhythm that seemed to suit both of them., circling his hips, watching avidly as Stella reached up to grab the back of the headboard, the bed beginning to creak as well as thump increasing incrementally in sound.
"Oh...Mac..." Stella moaned.
Mac reached down and placed his hands firmly against her hips, moving one to slip down into her center, and began to massage her clit, matching his movements with that of his hips. Her breath became erratic and with quick movements of his eyes, he saw her stomach begin to quiver violently and at the moment, her walls came crashing down. Her walls split in half, closing her eyes in a sheer sheet gripping torturous orgasm, sending ripples of hot strings throughout her body. She cussed more times then he'd ever heard emanate from her, and felt her walls clench around him and it took every once of self will to not give into the moment. He let out a shaky breath and watched as she down from her high, spasming involuntarily at moments notice, never once deterring her effects on him.
"Mac."
"Hmm?"
"Get off."
He stopped his movements and gave her a confused face. "What happened? Did I hurt you?"
She laughed. "Oh no, you did the complete opposite. It’s your turn."
He arched an eyebrow at her. "As in flip over."
Mac complied and did indeed flip over. He watched intently as she slipped her leg over him, fixing him over her entrance and slowly sank down. Her movements began at a methodical pace, ever so often whispering his name into the air, her legs still shaky from the previous occasion.
"Now...who’s completely...vulnerable?" Stella asked between
"...Me"
She closed her eyes and began to rock more rhythmically. "Open them," he choked. She obeyed; watching as he licked his lips, reached up and kissed her frantically. Her name escaped his lips in a diligent whisper. They could feel each other near, each one gasping raucously. Mac reached his peak first, letting out an elongated moan, only to have Stella reach hers seconds late, engulfing one another in a slow tantalizing kiss, muffling each others cries. She collapsed on top of him, breathing raggedly.
Time came and went, Mac's hand lingering against Stella's back, tracing the taunt muscles beneath his fingertips. He kissed the top of her hair, the smell of almond and vanilla wafting over his nostrils. She looked up and kissed the hallow of his throat, smiling tiredly at him.
"Come over here," he says opening his arms to have her lay down next to him. She complies and rolls next to him, his arms encasing her between his body. "I think I'll be able to sleep peacefully today."
"Likewise."