Fic: A Lifetime, But Not Enough (Mac/Stella)
Title: A Lifetime, But Not Enough
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #001 a black shirt
Word Count: 337
Rating: G
Notes: Written for 2x5obsessions. Oct 29, 2008.
Beta: citymusings.
The first thing she remembers when she replays their first kiss in her mind is that he was wearing a black shirt. It was a formal shirt with buttons forming a line down his front.
She had convinced him earlier to loosen up and leave the first couple of buttons undone and so the collar stuck out casually. She could see the skin of his chest, sprayed with tiny hairs. She hadn’t told him the reasoning behind her request of course: that she liked to see him relaxed. He’d have likely laughed at her if he knew she wanted to see some skin.
She remembers trailing her hands over the flat of his chest, feeling the fabric beneath her fingertips.
She recalls playing almost absentmindedly with the collar of his shirt, teasing the edges gently.
She recalls his hand stilling hers on his shoulders, and the look of absolute desire, love, and lust on his face. And then it had happened.
His lips met hers and they were soft and warm and everything she had imagined they would be. She melted into him, breathed his scent in, and tangled her hands in his hair when his wandered down to her waist.
It was a lifetime before their kiss ended and they broke apart, barely able to breathe. It was a lifetime and yet it was not enough.
“Feel like getting out of here?” she asked.
His smile was enough answer.
She took his hand in hers, and they moved past the gyrating bodies of those left dancing in the club and out onto the street.
And now here she is, waiting for him to pick her up for their first actual date. Usually the first kiss comes after the first date, she ponders, rather than the other way around. She closes her eyes and replays the kiss another time. His black shirt is so very vivid an image in her mind.
Then again, she thinks with a grin, when did they ever do anything the normal way?
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #001 a black shirt
Word Count: 337
Rating: G
Notes: Written for 2x5obsessions. Oct 29, 2008.
Beta: citymusings.
The first thing she remembers when she replays their first kiss in her mind is that he was wearing a black shirt. It was a formal shirt with buttons forming a line down his front.
She had convinced him earlier to loosen up and leave the first couple of buttons undone and so the collar stuck out casually. She could see the skin of his chest, sprayed with tiny hairs. She hadn’t told him the reasoning behind her request of course: that she liked to see him relaxed. He’d have likely laughed at her if he knew she wanted to see some skin.
She remembers trailing her hands over the flat of his chest, feeling the fabric beneath her fingertips.
She recalls playing almost absentmindedly with the collar of his shirt, teasing the edges gently.
She recalls his hand stilling hers on his shoulders, and the look of absolute desire, love, and lust on his face. And then it had happened.
His lips met hers and they were soft and warm and everything she had imagined they would be. She melted into him, breathed his scent in, and tangled her hands in his hair when his wandered down to her waist.
It was a lifetime before their kiss ended and they broke apart, barely able to breathe. It was a lifetime and yet it was not enough.
“Feel like getting out of here?” she asked.
His smile was enough answer.
She took his hand in hers, and they moved past the gyrating bodies of those left dancing in the club and out onto the street.
And now here she is, waiting for him to pick her up for their first actual date. Usually the first kiss comes after the first date, she ponders, rather than the other way around. She closes her eyes and replays the kiss another time. His black shirt is so very vivid an image in her mind.
Then again, she thinks with a grin, when did they ever do anything the normal way?