Some Things Should Be Expected
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Some Things Should Be Expected
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Stella Bonasera
Prompt: 1. Motion
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of CSI:NY, but please ask before you use any of my OC’s.
Authors Note: Written for iluvroadrunner6 who wanted me to continue a sentence from my 1sentece claim.
He went through the motions over and over in his head until his head actually hurt from thinking about it too much because he couldn't explain it to himself or to Stella why he and Truly kept ending up in bed together. And he knew he was going to pay for that answer when Stella looked at him like he was a teenager who'd been told one to many times not to sneak out of the house to see his girlfriend.
And what do you know? The day after he left Truly’s apartment, half from guilt of taking advantage of her and half because Stella had show up at eight o’clock in the morning. Who does that? Especially Stella, who knew Don wasn’t just going to go over there for five minutes, say goodnight and leave.
So why was she looking at him like she had a secret? It wasn’t one. Everyone knew that it was bound to happen eventually. She should be looking at him like she wanted to hit him, not like she wanted to geek out with him.
"If you’re going to tease me," began Don as Stella walked over to him. "Don’t."
"Why would I tease you?" asked Stella innocently. "You got laid, that’s nothing to tease about. It is, in fact, a very serious matter."
"I don’t want to hear it," said Don with a sigh.
"Then why do you keep doing it?" asked Stella, folding her arms across her chest and looking at him with an amused expression on her face, like she expected to get some long complicated answer.
"I don’t know," said Don softly, looking at the floor. "Damn it I wish I did because it hurts not knowing, and if you know why, Stella, by all means tell me so I can avoid doing it."
Stella didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just stared at Don looking so dejected and pitiful in front of her.
"Because you love her," she said simply, patting Don on the shoulder and leaving him alone, but stopping in her tracks when she heard him speak up again.
"No, I don’t."
Title: Some Things Should Be Expected
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Stella Bonasera
Prompt: 1. Motion
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of CSI:NY, but please ask before you use any of my OC’s.
Authors Note: Written for iluvroadrunner6 who wanted me to continue a sentence from my 1sentece claim.
He went through the motions over and over in his head until his head actually hurt from thinking about it too much because he couldn't explain it to himself or to Stella why he and Truly kept ending up in bed together. And he knew he was going to pay for that answer when Stella looked at him like he was a teenager who'd been told one to many times not to sneak out of the house to see his girlfriend.
And what do you know? The day after he left Truly’s apartment, half from guilt of taking advantage of her and half because Stella had show up at eight o’clock in the morning. Who does that? Especially Stella, who knew Don wasn’t just going to go over there for five minutes, say goodnight and leave.
So why was she looking at him like she had a secret? It wasn’t one. Everyone knew that it was bound to happen eventually. She should be looking at him like she wanted to hit him, not like she wanted to geek out with him.
"If you’re going to tease me," began Don as Stella walked over to him. "Don’t."
"Why would I tease you?" asked Stella innocently. "You got laid, that’s nothing to tease about. It is, in fact, a very serious matter."
"I don’t want to hear it," said Don with a sigh.
"Then why do you keep doing it?" asked Stella, folding her arms across her chest and looking at him with an amused expression on her face, like she expected to get some long complicated answer.
"I don’t know," said Don softly, looking at the floor. "Damn it I wish I did because it hurts not knowing, and if you know why, Stella, by all means tell me so I can avoid doing it."
Stella didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just stared at Don looking so dejected and pitiful in front of her.
"Because you love her," she said simply, patting Don on the shoulder and leaving him alone, but stopping in her tracks when she heard him speak up again.
"No, I don’t."