MacsLovlyAngl
Head of the Graveyard Shift
SMACked: Taken from Times-up.
Written by MacsLovlyAngl
I do not own these characters or the title, just the story.
Chapter 1
As Stella reached Mac's office, she noticed he wasn't there. Walking over to his desk to drop off the file, she seen a piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up, she couldn't help but look. She knew she should put it down and leave, but she couldn't, for in her heart she knew it was from Peyton.
As she read it, she realized that Mac would need her company. Oh he wouldn't admit he needed her, but Stella knew different. Knowing Mac would be where the music was, she headed out to find him.
Walking into the bar, she seen him playing the bass on stage. As she watched, he noticed her, as he gave her a little smile. When they finished playing, Mac put down his bass, and walked over to where Stella sat.
"Stella. How did you know I was here?"
"I just knew Mac. I'm sorry. I found the letter on the ground in your office. I didn't mean to read it, and I'm sorry for doing so."
"That's okay Stella. I understand."
"So how you doing Mac? You going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine Stella, don't worry about me."
Looking into Mac's eyes, she could see his pain, the type of pain that tears you slowly from the inside out.
"She had no right to end it that way Mac. It was cowardly and uncalled for."
"It's okay Stella. I should have known it wouldn't work. I should have known when I left England. I mean all the time I was there in the Hotel, never once did she stay with me at night. She always went home."
Reaching her hand up, Stella stroked his face, as she gave him a small smile.
"Would you like to dance Mac?"
Smiling back, he replied....
"Sure Stel, let's go."
Taking her by the hand, they both felt the warmth. As they neared the center of the dance floor, Mac put his one hand in his pocket, and the other around her waist. Wrapping her hands around his neck, they began to move.
"You are a wonderful dancer Mac. I always thought you would be."
"As are you Stella."
Looking into each others eyes, they both felt a sensual pull. The type of pull that draws you into someones heart. Not being able to look at Mac's intense eyes for long, Stella moved in closer, and laid her head on his shoulder.
Moving sensually to the music, Mac couldn't help but feel Stella's body reacting to their swaying. He could feel the need, as she began raining little butterfly tip caresses around his nape.
Knowing she may not be aware of what she was doing, Mac allowed himself to feel as he took his hand out of his pocket, and place it around her waist. Wrapping her tighter and closer to him, his hands sensually slid down to her backside, where tiny caresses began.
Feeling the new touch, Stella didn't panic. Instead she pulled herself into Mac, as far as she could, grinding pelvis against pelvis.
"Maaaaac...."
As he heard her sigh out his name, he knew it was time to stop. But how could he, when she felt so right where she was. Knowing the song was coming to an end, Stella leaned her head off his shoulder and looked into his beautiful green blue eyes, and that's when he seen it. The passion, the passion that burned in her eyes from his touch. His touch, that had never been felt by her.
"Stel.....I think the music has stopped."
"I know Mac. But I don't think I can move. I don't think I can release you. I have this overwhelming desire to dance with you all night."
Mac knew what she was feeling, for he was feeling it too. Deep down he knew that this night would change their friendship forever.
Removing his hands, he placed them in his pockets where they were safe from wanting to touch her again.
"Come on Stel, I'll take you home."
Leading her to the car, Mac opened the door for her, and helped her in. Opening the drivers side, he got in and noticed her body was quivering.
"Are you cold Stella?"
"No. No I'm not cold Mac. But thanks for asking."
On the drive home Stella noticed how quiet they were both being. She knew too that their friendship had taken a turn down forbidden territory. Arriving at her home, Mac walked her to her door.
"I'll see you tomorrow Stella?"
"Yeah. Yeah you will Mac." she smiled.
As Mac walked back down the stairs, Stella knew this would be her only chance to explore what they had both felt tonight.
"Mac!!!!"
Turning to face her, he smiled.
"Yeah Stel?"
"Did you want to come up for coffee?"
"I'd like that. Thanks."
Walking back up her steps, she unlocked the door and invited him in.
"Make yourself comfortable Mac. I'm going to go start the coffee."
While Stella headed to the kitchen Mac looked over her Cd's. Finding one on slow Jazz, he slipped it into her stereo. As the music played Mac smiled.
Listen from the kitchen Stella couldn't help but smile too. For out of all her CD's, Mac picked the one she would have picked. It was one of her favorites. Bringing the coffee into the other room, they sat down to drink it.
As they drank it, Mac and Stella both noticed how quiet they had become. They both noticed that their friendship had indeed changed.
"Umm....thanks for the coffee Stel, but it's getting late, I should go."
Getting up off the sofa, Mac felt Stella take his hand. Turning to face her, he could see what she was asking without a spoken word.
Smiling softly at her, she walked with him to the door, and as he turned, he said....
"Stella. I know something has changed between us. I could feel it the moment you were dancing in my arms. But I also feel it's something we need to explore. Even though I think we both know where this heading, I'd like to ask you out tomorrow evening. We could have dinner at my place, and watch a movie."
Smiling at him she whispered....
"I'd like that Mac. How about around 8pm?"
"I'll see you then."
Opening her door, Mac turned one last time, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her in close, and kissed her cheek.
"Night Stella, sleep well."
"You too Mac."
Locking the door behind him, Stella smiled as she looked forward to tomorrow night. A night they both knew would be full of possibilities.
End Chapter.
Written by MacsLovlyAngl
I do not own these characters or the title, just the story.
Chapter 1
As Stella reached Mac's office, she noticed he wasn't there. Walking over to his desk to drop off the file, she seen a piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up, she couldn't help but look. She knew she should put it down and leave, but she couldn't, for in her heart she knew it was from Peyton.
As she read it, she realized that Mac would need her company. Oh he wouldn't admit he needed her, but Stella knew different. Knowing Mac would be where the music was, she headed out to find him.
Walking into the bar, she seen him playing the bass on stage. As she watched, he noticed her, as he gave her a little smile. When they finished playing, Mac put down his bass, and walked over to where Stella sat.
"Stella. How did you know I was here?"
"I just knew Mac. I'm sorry. I found the letter on the ground in your office. I didn't mean to read it, and I'm sorry for doing so."
"That's okay Stella. I understand."
"So how you doing Mac? You going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine Stella, don't worry about me."
Looking into Mac's eyes, she could see his pain, the type of pain that tears you slowly from the inside out.
"She had no right to end it that way Mac. It was cowardly and uncalled for."
"It's okay Stella. I should have known it wouldn't work. I should have known when I left England. I mean all the time I was there in the Hotel, never once did she stay with me at night. She always went home."
Reaching her hand up, Stella stroked his face, as she gave him a small smile.
"Would you like to dance Mac?"
Smiling back, he replied....
"Sure Stel, let's go."
Taking her by the hand, they both felt the warmth. As they neared the center of the dance floor, Mac put his one hand in his pocket, and the other around her waist. Wrapping her hands around his neck, they began to move.
"You are a wonderful dancer Mac. I always thought you would be."
"As are you Stella."
Looking into each others eyes, they both felt a sensual pull. The type of pull that draws you into someones heart. Not being able to look at Mac's intense eyes for long, Stella moved in closer, and laid her head on his shoulder.
Moving sensually to the music, Mac couldn't help but feel Stella's body reacting to their swaying. He could feel the need, as she began raining little butterfly tip caresses around his nape.
Knowing she may not be aware of what she was doing, Mac allowed himself to feel as he took his hand out of his pocket, and place it around her waist. Wrapping her tighter and closer to him, his hands sensually slid down to her backside, where tiny caresses began.
Feeling the new touch, Stella didn't panic. Instead she pulled herself into Mac, as far as she could, grinding pelvis against pelvis.
"Maaaaac...."
As he heard her sigh out his name, he knew it was time to stop. But how could he, when she felt so right where she was. Knowing the song was coming to an end, Stella leaned her head off his shoulder and looked into his beautiful green blue eyes, and that's when he seen it. The passion, the passion that burned in her eyes from his touch. His touch, that had never been felt by her.
"Stel.....I think the music has stopped."
"I know Mac. But I don't think I can move. I don't think I can release you. I have this overwhelming desire to dance with you all night."
Mac knew what she was feeling, for he was feeling it too. Deep down he knew that this night would change their friendship forever.
Removing his hands, he placed them in his pockets where they were safe from wanting to touch her again.
"Come on Stel, I'll take you home."
Leading her to the car, Mac opened the door for her, and helped her in. Opening the drivers side, he got in and noticed her body was quivering.
"Are you cold Stella?"
"No. No I'm not cold Mac. But thanks for asking."
On the drive home Stella noticed how quiet they were both being. She knew too that their friendship had taken a turn down forbidden territory. Arriving at her home, Mac walked her to her door.
"I'll see you tomorrow Stella?"
"Yeah. Yeah you will Mac." she smiled.
As Mac walked back down the stairs, Stella knew this would be her only chance to explore what they had both felt tonight.
"Mac!!!!"
Turning to face her, he smiled.
"Yeah Stel?"
"Did you want to come up for coffee?"
"I'd like that. Thanks."
Walking back up her steps, she unlocked the door and invited him in.
"Make yourself comfortable Mac. I'm going to go start the coffee."
While Stella headed to the kitchen Mac looked over her Cd's. Finding one on slow Jazz, he slipped it into her stereo. As the music played Mac smiled.
Listen from the kitchen Stella couldn't help but smile too. For out of all her CD's, Mac picked the one she would have picked. It was one of her favorites. Bringing the coffee into the other room, they sat down to drink it.
As they drank it, Mac and Stella both noticed how quiet they had become. They both noticed that their friendship had indeed changed.
"Umm....thanks for the coffee Stel, but it's getting late, I should go."
Getting up off the sofa, Mac felt Stella take his hand. Turning to face her, he could see what she was asking without a spoken word.
Smiling softly at her, she walked with him to the door, and as he turned, he said....
"Stella. I know something has changed between us. I could feel it the moment you were dancing in my arms. But I also feel it's something we need to explore. Even though I think we both know where this heading, I'd like to ask you out tomorrow evening. We could have dinner at my place, and watch a movie."
Smiling at him she whispered....
"I'd like that Mac. How about around 8pm?"
"I'll see you then."
Opening her door, Mac turned one last time, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her in close, and kissed her cheek.
"Night Stella, sleep well."
"You too Mac."
Locking the door behind him, Stella smiled as she looked forward to tomorrow night. A night they both knew would be full of possibilities.
End Chapter.
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