Ficlet: Untitled [CSI:NY, Stella/Danny/Mac]
Written for blueraccoon. Inexplicit; no sex or language.
Stella hugs Mac close, her cheek pressed to his, and her fingers count the vertebrae in his spine, trace the contours of his back as she tries to soothe some of the tension out of him. At first he's rigid in her arms, so tight and tense that the muscles in his back feel like coiled wires. She stays where she is without moving and without trying to talk to him, without saying useless words that won't mean anything; they've never lied to each other before, and she doesn't see any reason to start now. He relaxes gradually, shoulders sagging and posture slumping, his body loosening as he leans into her. It feels more like he's giving up than like he's letting go, but she thinks that it's a good start.
She doesn't know how long they've been standing like that before she feels Danny's hand on her shoulder. She opens her eyes and looks at him, and he looks back at her without saying anything. His gaze is questioning, forehead creased in a frown and stress lines set deep around his mouth. But she's glad to have him there, and glad when he steps closer and slides his arm around her. Mac must know Danny is there, but he doesn't move.
Danny puts his other arm around Mac, and Mac doesn't even flinch. He turns his face so it's hidden against her hair and his hand comes up, cupping the small of her back, and Stella reaches out one hand so that she can touch Danny, too. The air feels charged now, the way it would if there were a thunderstorm on the way, but the three of them stand there without moving for a long time.
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Stella hugs Mac close, her cheek pressed to his, and her fingers count the vertebrae in his spine, trace the contours of his back as she tries to soothe some of the tension out of him. At first he's rigid in her arms, so tight and tense that the muscles in his back feel like coiled wires. She stays where she is without moving and without trying to talk to him, without saying useless words that won't mean anything; they've never lied to each other before, and she doesn't see any reason to start now. He relaxes gradually, shoulders sagging and posture slumping, his body loosening as he leans into her. It feels more like he's giving up than like he's letting go, but she thinks that it's a good start.
She doesn't know how long they've been standing like that before she feels Danny's hand on her shoulder. She opens her eyes and looks at him, and he looks back at her without saying anything. His gaze is questioning, forehead creased in a frown and stress lines set deep around his mouth. But she's glad to have him there, and glad when he steps closer and slides his arm around her. Mac must know Danny is there, but he doesn't move.
Danny puts his other arm around Mac, and Mac doesn't even flinch. He turns his face so it's hidden against her hair and his hand comes up, cupping the small of her back, and Stella reaches out one hand so that she can touch Danny, too. The air feels charged now, the way it would if there were a thunderstorm on the way, but the three of them stand there without moving for a long time.
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