drabble for stellaluna_ since so far she is the only one to request........
Drabble that grew totally out of control for stellaluna_
Not beta'd cause it's FOR my beta....
Mac sits down at his desk in a hurry, buried in the current case file, tired from their almost 24 hour marathon. High profile, high stress with a possibly escalating killer. Enough to put them all on edge and living off caffeine.
Suddenly his chair lowers spontaneously, making him jump and trying to push away from the desk. A pair of hands grab his legs, keeping him from moving, and he struggles and begins to panic, kicking at his unknown assailant.
“Dammit Mac! Don’t kick me!” A muffled feminine growls emerge from below his desk. He must be extremely sleep deprived to somehow that the furniture is grabbing and talking to him, sounding like Stella-
“Stella? What the hell are you doing down there?” He tries to push away again, and she digs her fingernails into his calves painfully so he won’t move, and he grunts in pain.
“Well, I was intending on making you take a break.”
“What? How? Would you please come out from there?”
“For once in your life, Mac Taylor, can you just sit back and not question absolutely everything? And no.” He can hear the annoyance in her voice and decides that it might be in his best interest to just go along with whatever she’s decided to do, and consciously relaxes and tries to sit still.
He sits there, looking down in confusion at the top of the desk as if he could see through it and see her tangled up underneath it, trying to get an idea of what exactly she is doing down there.
He jumps as he feels her hand glide up the inside of his thigh, fingers lightly running a smooth line up the slowly forming bulge at the juncture of his legs, hands headed straight for the zipper.
She unzips his trousers, and Mac jumps again, as her cool fingers encounter warming flesh. He tries desperately to school his face into normal indifference, or to look like he is concentrating on the file in front of him while wet warmth surrounds his slowly stirring arousal.
He can’t keep up the facade, and lets his head fall backward, looking up at the ceiling. He forces himself completely still, trying desperately to not do anything to draw attention to him if anyone decides to look in at him, and muffles a choked moan after she flicks her tongue in just the right way to send shivers up his spine.
His heavy breathing echoes in the room, but to anyone looking in, he’s cool and composed, staring down in great concentration at a case file. One hand slips under the desktop to run his fingertips on her face and gently tangles his fingers in her curls. She leans into the acknowledgment and kisses his hand.
Two or twenty minutes could have passed-he couldn’t tell you which. All he does know when the rush of orgasm hits him is that she was right about needing the break.
When he regains his senses, after he internally panics that someone might have seen or correctly interpreted anything that was going on, one question lingered in his mind-- How was he going to make sure she going to get her “break”?
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Not beta'd cause it's FOR my beta....
Mac sits down at his desk in a hurry, buried in the current case file, tired from their almost 24 hour marathon. High profile, high stress with a possibly escalating killer. Enough to put them all on edge and living off caffeine.
Suddenly his chair lowers spontaneously, making him jump and trying to push away from the desk. A pair of hands grab his legs, keeping him from moving, and he struggles and begins to panic, kicking at his unknown assailant.
“Dammit Mac! Don’t kick me!” A muffled feminine growls emerge from below his desk. He must be extremely sleep deprived to somehow that the furniture is grabbing and talking to him, sounding like Stella-
“Stella? What the hell are you doing down there?” He tries to push away again, and she digs her fingernails into his calves painfully so he won’t move, and he grunts in pain.
“Well, I was intending on making you take a break.”
“What? How? Would you please come out from there?”
“For once in your life, Mac Taylor, can you just sit back and not question absolutely everything? And no.” He can hear the annoyance in her voice and decides that it might be in his best interest to just go along with whatever she’s decided to do, and consciously relaxes and tries to sit still.
He sits there, looking down in confusion at the top of the desk as if he could see through it and see her tangled up underneath it, trying to get an idea of what exactly she is doing down there.
He jumps as he feels her hand glide up the inside of his thigh, fingers lightly running a smooth line up the slowly forming bulge at the juncture of his legs, hands headed straight for the zipper.
She unzips his trousers, and Mac jumps again, as her cool fingers encounter warming flesh. He tries desperately to school his face into normal indifference, or to look like he is concentrating on the file in front of him while wet warmth surrounds his slowly stirring arousal.
He can’t keep up the facade, and lets his head fall backward, looking up at the ceiling. He forces himself completely still, trying desperately to not do anything to draw attention to him if anyone decides to look in at him, and muffles a choked moan after she flicks her tongue in just the right way to send shivers up his spine.
His heavy breathing echoes in the room, but to anyone looking in, he’s cool and composed, staring down in great concentration at a case file. One hand slips under the desktop to run his fingertips on her face and gently tangles his fingers in her curls. She leans into the acknowledgment and kisses his hand.
Two or twenty minutes could have passed-he couldn’t tell you which. All he does know when the rush of orgasm hits him is that she was right about needing the break.
When he regains his senses, after he internally panics that someone might have seen or correctly interpreted anything that was going on, one question lingered in his mind-- How was he going to make sure she going to get her “break”?
Link to all of my stories