CSI NY

Once again:
* A sort of romantic-perverted ff [smacked].
** I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to CSI NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D

Someone appreciated the story so I’m gonna continue it :D

~Previously…
She felt his grip tighten and pull her closer to him. She felt his warm breath on her neck and something hard pressing against her buttocks.. hmm.. What could it be? >:]
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Stella took a moment to think about what was pressing against her ass.
Mac, you pervert. She thought to herself. She felt around under the blanket for his hand,...

* A sort of romantic-perverted ff [smacked].
sorry for the stupid, not suitable title. my cousin suggested it and my brain was really blank so...

** I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to CSI NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D

The whole team is at the hospital, except for Stella who just arrived sprinting through the double doors of the ER.

“What happened, Flack?” asked Stella while gasping to catch her breath.

“We were at the scene, already packing up – getting ready to leave. Suddenly this kid comes out from nowhere and points his...

It was a very difficult week for the team, it seemed the city was crazy, to resolve several cases and finally came when the weekend Mac saw an opportunity to relax and see that Stella was also leaving that building he once said:
"Stella leaves the paperwork for tomorrow and we will dine and talk about anything that does not work. you choose the place! "
Without thinking it was already getting your coat and pulling his arm to the elevator. They arrived at an Italian restaurant that Stella loved, but was crowded, so they went Mac’s home that was closer and started to prepare dinner. They did...

A little story... enjoy :)

He knew something was wrong. He knew it since he’s crawled into bed beside her. She’s been unusually quiet. He knew it by the way she’s kissed him to say ‘Good night’ and he knew it by the way she was breathing now. She wasn’t sleeping. It was late almost 4 in the morning. But she wasn’t sleeping.
“Stel?”
“Hmmm?”
This came a little bit too fast. He’s been right. She’s waited for his concern the whole time.
“What is it? What is bothering you?” He reached for the lamp on the bedside table and turned the light on.
“Noth…”
“Don’t lie....