mj0621
Pathologist
A Right Mistake
By: mj0621
Disclaimer: Again, I don’t own anything except for my random (crazy) ideas. –sniff- oh, and my OC.
Rating: T/PG13 –raising it is VERY tempting but I gotta control myself. XD I do have an idea what to do with the cut scenes though.
Stay tuned.
Genre: Romance/General –I know it was Romance/Humor, it still is, I just need to add the plot… some act/adv here and there… drama… -shrugs-
Pairing/s: Smacked/MacStella, M&Ms/DL, FlackOC –still dunno about Hawkes.
Chapter Eight: Unspoken Rule
Is it right to just give into temptations and forget the consequences that comes with it?
Mac’s POV:
A strong scent of tropical fruits wakes me up from my sleep… no, nap is more appropriate to use. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know what that is nor what (or rather who) was against me. It’s my (new) wife. I breathe in deep, opened my eyes and took my time observing my surroundings, no; not like a new crime scene but like a place you know very well that changed over the past few days without you noticing. Blame it on work –as always. Every detail of the room was slowly absorbed and I smile. It’s been a while since I last felt this… comfortable… in my room (apartment)… on my bed.
Why does this feel so damn right?
I carefully looked beside me to see what time is it.
Two hours before shift starts.
Meaning two hours of sleep… er nap.
She is not going to like that. I gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and inhaled her scent. The thought of work destroyed my moment. I started gathering my will power to get up but it seems I couldn’t. It’s like all my strength is being absorbed by the woman beside me.
It was that comfortable… that… nice.
I paused from my task and again stared at the goddess who was still asleep. I felt her arms tighten around me as she stirred and sigh.
Screw work…
Wait what? Did I just…
Who am I kidding, I know I want to. It’s very enticing to just stay and lay here with her.
I admit; I was startled when I felt her move and stand up without saying a word (before I could even react). Towards the bathroom I assume.
What just happened?
Dreams have to end sometimes… too soon for my liking. I shrugged it off. I guess I got to prepare for work then.
I grabbed my towel and strode to the other bathroom. A cold shower should help me.
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I found her lying on the bed again (still in her gown which covered diminutive of her frame) as I walked in the room… (whilst burying the throbbing feeling inside me). I can’t blame her. I want to go back to bed myself (Eherm… that came out wrong). I grabbed my shirt and pants I placed on the bed post earlier and started getting dressed. I know I should do the inevitable…
“Stella, wake up. Work.”
She grumbles.
“You’ll be late.”
She mumbles something in Greek and puts the pillow on her head, her curls spreading on the sheets.
After buttoning my shirt, I sat on the bedside behind opposite of her and placed my hand on her shoulder.
“Your boss might lecture you on being on time for work.”
What she replied to me was a mystery (and I don’t think I’d like to know, guessing it’s a threat). I slightly lean down to her and slowly grabbed the pillow on her head.
“Stel…”
She puffed some air out in annoyance. As she turned to face me, my heart stopped. The way she looks took my breath away. Her natural beauty is beyond words. (Frankly, I prefer her like this than with makeup, not that I don’t like that either…) She might have notice this slight reaction and gave me a smile. I inwardly groaned…
Stella sits on the bed and makes sure I won’t pull away by seizing me by my collar. Not that she needed to do that; I was already immobilized.
Her soft silky hand touches my face while using the other to pull me closer (bringing me on the bed once again). Just like that, I felt my lips on hers, savoring her taste with a mint of the toothpaste she just used. She slightly pulls away and whispers in a low voice,
“I don’t plan on leaving this spot yet. It’s warm and cozy here you know?”
I nodded and didn’t utter a word for it might just… screw things up. (Poor choice of words I know.) Stella pulls me with her down on the bed with this irresistible smile. Again, she furnished me into another pulse-sprinting kiss.
“Stella-“ I tried to reason with her… work is…
“Screw work.” That… sounded very familiar.
The rain that started pouring outside may have cooled the city but things were heating up in my room. Her hands started to work on my clothing (making my body respond by releasing a tide of craving in me). I literally ached for her… wanted more… to feel her…
“Mac…” she panted in my ear, “let’s continue where we were rudely interrupted last night shall we?”
I gave her a nip on her neck as my response. A man can be blamed for being irrational but with his weakness presented in front of him, panting his name, grasping him tightly, what’s a man got to do?
Yes, she is my weakness, I admit. Whether she knows this or not, she affects me in a big way; she’s a huge impact in my life. Losing her would be the end of me. No, I won’t let that happen… again.
She held me against her figure and mewled in anticipation, “Mac…”
I started my quest in relishing her, marking her as my own. I want to make sure I feel every inch of her.
“Stella…”
She clutches my hair, closed her eyes and tilted her head… sensing every move I make.
“Mac I-“
RING…
She voices out both our thoughts. “Damn it.”
Without wholly moving from my position, I grabbed my phone on the bedside table. It was Lindsay.
“Mac… er… Morning. Please don’t kill the messenger. I got the shortest straw… Didn’t mean to-“
She was babbling. Nervous.
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well, this is the first part of chap eight. i didnt post this yet in ff.net for the obvious reason... its not done yet :lol: school isnt forgiving so bear with me.
By: mj0621
Disclaimer: Again, I don’t own anything except for my random (crazy) ideas. –sniff- oh, and my OC.
Rating: T/PG13 –raising it is VERY tempting but I gotta control myself. XD I do have an idea what to do with the cut scenes though.
Stay tuned.Genre: Romance/General –I know it was Romance/Humor, it still is, I just need to add the plot… some act/adv here and there… drama… -shrugs-
Pairing/s: Smacked/MacStella, M&Ms/DL, FlackOC –still dunno about Hawkes.
Chapter Eight: Unspoken Rule
Is it right to just give into temptations and forget the consequences that comes with it?
Mac’s POV:
A strong scent of tropical fruits wakes me up from my sleep… no, nap is more appropriate to use. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know what that is nor what (or rather who) was against me. It’s my (new) wife. I breathe in deep, opened my eyes and took my time observing my surroundings, no; not like a new crime scene but like a place you know very well that changed over the past few days without you noticing. Blame it on work –as always. Every detail of the room was slowly absorbed and I smile. It’s been a while since I last felt this… comfortable… in my room (apartment)… on my bed.
Why does this feel so damn right?
I carefully looked beside me to see what time is it.
Two hours before shift starts.
Meaning two hours of sleep… er nap.
She is not going to like that. I gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and inhaled her scent. The thought of work destroyed my moment. I started gathering my will power to get up but it seems I couldn’t. It’s like all my strength is being absorbed by the woman beside me.
It was that comfortable… that… nice.
I paused from my task and again stared at the goddess who was still asleep. I felt her arms tighten around me as she stirred and sigh.
Screw work…
Wait what? Did I just…
Who am I kidding, I know I want to. It’s very enticing to just stay and lay here with her.
I admit; I was startled when I felt her move and stand up without saying a word (before I could even react). Towards the bathroom I assume.
What just happened?
Dreams have to end sometimes… too soon for my liking. I shrugged it off. I guess I got to prepare for work then.
I grabbed my towel and strode to the other bathroom. A cold shower should help me.
------------------------------------------------------
I found her lying on the bed again (still in her gown which covered diminutive of her frame) as I walked in the room… (whilst burying the throbbing feeling inside me). I can’t blame her. I want to go back to bed myself (Eherm… that came out wrong). I grabbed my shirt and pants I placed on the bed post earlier and started getting dressed. I know I should do the inevitable…
“Stella, wake up. Work.”
She grumbles.
“You’ll be late.”
She mumbles something in Greek and puts the pillow on her head, her curls spreading on the sheets.
After buttoning my shirt, I sat on the bedside behind opposite of her and placed my hand on her shoulder.
“Your boss might lecture you on being on time for work.”
What she replied to me was a mystery (and I don’t think I’d like to know, guessing it’s a threat). I slightly lean down to her and slowly grabbed the pillow on her head.
“Stel…”
She puffed some air out in annoyance. As she turned to face me, my heart stopped. The way she looks took my breath away. Her natural beauty is beyond words. (Frankly, I prefer her like this than with makeup, not that I don’t like that either…) She might have notice this slight reaction and gave me a smile. I inwardly groaned…
Stella sits on the bed and makes sure I won’t pull away by seizing me by my collar. Not that she needed to do that; I was already immobilized.
Her soft silky hand touches my face while using the other to pull me closer (bringing me on the bed once again). Just like that, I felt my lips on hers, savoring her taste with a mint of the toothpaste she just used. She slightly pulls away and whispers in a low voice,
“I don’t plan on leaving this spot yet. It’s warm and cozy here you know?”
I nodded and didn’t utter a word for it might just… screw things up. (Poor choice of words I know.) Stella pulls me with her down on the bed with this irresistible smile. Again, she furnished me into another pulse-sprinting kiss.
“Stella-“ I tried to reason with her… work is…
“Screw work.” That… sounded very familiar.
The rain that started pouring outside may have cooled the city but things were heating up in my room. Her hands started to work on my clothing (making my body respond by releasing a tide of craving in me). I literally ached for her… wanted more… to feel her…
“Mac…” she panted in my ear, “let’s continue where we were rudely interrupted last night shall we?”
I gave her a nip on her neck as my response. A man can be blamed for being irrational but with his weakness presented in front of him, panting his name, grasping him tightly, what’s a man got to do?
Yes, she is my weakness, I admit. Whether she knows this or not, she affects me in a big way; she’s a huge impact in my life. Losing her would be the end of me. No, I won’t let that happen… again.
She held me against her figure and mewled in anticipation, “Mac…”
I started my quest in relishing her, marking her as my own. I want to make sure I feel every inch of her.
“Stella…”
She clutches my hair, closed her eyes and tilted her head… sensing every move I make.
“Mac I-“
RING…
She voices out both our thoughts. “Damn it.”
Without wholly moving from my position, I grabbed my phone on the bedside table. It was Lindsay.
“Mac… er… Morning. Please don’t kill the messenger. I got the shortest straw… Didn’t mean to-“
She was babbling. Nervous.
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well, this is the first part of chap eight. i didnt post this yet in ff.net for the obvious reason... its not done yet :lol: school isnt forgiving so bear with me.
