Fic: "Insomnia" (Mac/Stella, PG)
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Insomnia
Author: gin200168
Rating: PG
Summary: Late one rainy night.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Pairing/Characters: Mac Taylor/Stella Bonasera
A/N: stellaluna_ did the usual fixing. ♥
A/N #2: For wandering_sag. I'm sorry it's not *quite* what you were looking for so long ago, but I never forgot that I owed you *something* M/S. (I'm serious people-- I may be slow, but I *do* remember, and *do* try to get requests done.)
Stella stirs as the cold creeps into her skin, and reaches for the familiar heat that usually radiates from Mac as he sleeps. She frowns and opens her eyes when she finds his side of the bed cool and empty, sheets pulled neatly up across it-- habit when he's convinced he won't be returning to bed anytime soon. His consistent insomnia is a given, something she knew going into an intimate relationship with him, but it doesn't make her ache any less when she wakes up and he's not there.
She finds him staring out the window as the rain pounds against it, streaks of water casting staggered shadows like giant tear tracks down his face. It's late, or early, depending how you see it, and she knows he's been out here quite a while because of how cold his side of the bed was. He's curled himself into the corner of the couch, and even she can feel the tendrils of cold air creeping in from the cracks of the old windowframe from this far away.
She walks over to the side of the couch, placing a hand on his chest and leaning in slightly over him. She's surprised when he curls slightly into her touch, head digging gently into her stomach. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth and she encourages him to bury his face in her stomach further by leaning over him a little more.
He doesn't, but she feels the scrape of his stubble against the sliver of her stomach that peeks through her open shirt as she breathes.
She'd be content to stand there for quite a while if it wasn't so late and cold. They have to be up early for shift, and even though she knows how much of an insomniac he is, she tries to get him to spend the majority of their nights together asleep or at least quietly resting-- not feeding this emotional restlessness that he's projecting.
"You can't fix them all, Mac. God knows you try." She strokes his cheek gently. "Come back to bed, it's lonely without you."
He shifts, indecision obvious, and finally gets up. He kisses her gently, broad hands settling at her waist momentarily.
She grasps his hand and guides him back toward the bedroom; he follows willingly and silently.
Fin
3/07
Feedback always welcome.
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Title: Insomnia
Author: gin200168
Rating: PG
Summary: Late one rainy night.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Pairing/Characters: Mac Taylor/Stella Bonasera
A/N: stellaluna_ did the usual fixing. ♥
A/N #2: For wandering_sag. I'm sorry it's not *quite* what you were looking for so long ago, but I never forgot that I owed you *something* M/S. (I'm serious people-- I may be slow, but I *do* remember, and *do* try to get requests done.)
Stella stirs as the cold creeps into her skin, and reaches for the familiar heat that usually radiates from Mac as he sleeps. She frowns and opens her eyes when she finds his side of the bed cool and empty, sheets pulled neatly up across it-- habit when he's convinced he won't be returning to bed anytime soon. His consistent insomnia is a given, something she knew going into an intimate relationship with him, but it doesn't make her ache any less when she wakes up and he's not there.
She finds him staring out the window as the rain pounds against it, streaks of water casting staggered shadows like giant tear tracks down his face. It's late, or early, depending how you see it, and she knows he's been out here quite a while because of how cold his side of the bed was. He's curled himself into the corner of the couch, and even she can feel the tendrils of cold air creeping in from the cracks of the old windowframe from this far away.
She walks over to the side of the couch, placing a hand on his chest and leaning in slightly over him. She's surprised when he curls slightly into her touch, head digging gently into her stomach. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth and she encourages him to bury his face in her stomach further by leaning over him a little more.
He doesn't, but she feels the scrape of his stubble against the sliver of her stomach that peeks through her open shirt as she breathes.
She'd be content to stand there for quite a while if it wasn't so late and cold. They have to be up early for shift, and even though she knows how much of an insomniac he is, she tries to get him to spend the majority of their nights together asleep or at least quietly resting-- not feeding this emotional restlessness that he's projecting.
"You can't fix them all, Mac. God knows you try." She strokes his cheek gently. "Come back to bed, it's lonely without you."
He shifts, indecision obvious, and finally gets up. He kisses her gently, broad hands settling at her waist momentarily.
She grasps his hand and guides him back toward the bedroom; he follows willingly and silently.
Fin
3/07
Feedback always welcome.
Link to all of my stories