She couldn't deny the moan that escaped her lips, the sound an involuntary reply to Mac's voice. It had sent a shiver down her spine that Mac had felt and sent his head reeling. Had he done that? Just one word and she had reacted in such a way?

He was shocked, maybe even apprehensive now as he pulled away. He looked at her swollen lips, the glisten to them as they parted for a breath, her dilated pupils as she met his gaze.

God, she was beautiful.

"Mac," she breathed. "We can… can blame that on the whisky if you wanted. Never talk about it again and go back to normal." She swallowed, "Or…"

"Or?"

She lifted a hand to his cheek, the pad of her thumb stroking across the end-of-the-day stubble. "Or you can kiss me again."

He swallowed, gave her the benefit of a moment's thought, before stepping back to her and kissing her again. He wound his arm around her back as she arched into his embrace, the hand on his cheek gliding to his neck and keeping him right where she wanted him.

She opened her legs and he stepped between her thighs, her ankles wrapping around his calf and keeping him locked to her body. She moaned again and, God, if he didn't just take her then and there… How had they managed to stay apart for so long? Fifteen years without him hearing that noise bubbling from her throat, without feeling her hands smooth up his torso and slide the jacket from his arms.

She rucked the shirt from his trousers before tucking her fingers beneath the hem of her own jumper and pulling it over her head, her intentions without doubt now. She fastened her lips back to his before he was able to see her, but he could feel the silken skin beneath his fingers and it was exactly like he imagined. All those nights with nothing but his imagination and here it was, in the flesh and all his.

He jerked her towards him, her hands caught between them from where she attempted to unbutton the shirt. His fingers splayed across her bare back as he ran his tongue along her lips, entry quickly granted.

Her legs wrapped tighter around him, his hand finding her knee and bending it up to his hip. She could feel him, the bulge beneath his trousers now pressing against her stomach.

She splayed both hands across his chest and pushed him away.

He gave a momentary look of confusion and fear, his lips red and plump, before he realised her intentions as she pushed him down into his desk chair. She threw her leg over and straddled his hips, grinding into him as her fingers found the shirt buttons again and she attached her lips to his.

She didn't stay there. She moved to his jaw, pressing kisses across the stubble en route to his ear. She pulled his earlobe between her teeth just as his hands travelled from her hips and up her sides, over her breasts and into her hair. Her breath caught in her throat as his heavy touch passed over her nipples, the lace of her bra providing blessed friction but not enough contact.

He pulled her mouth back to his, his tongue duelling with hers as one hand slid back down her body. He grinded a palm into her breast, squeezing as the nipple hardened beneath his touch. She stilled, lost in the moment of ecstasy as his hand squeezed her again, and again, his knuckles bumping over her nipple before capturing it between his fingers. He stole her breath in his kiss, her body jerking into his touch.

No, she had to get some control. She began kissing him again, finally managing to coordinate her shaking hands into finishing unbuttoning his shirt and she pulled it from him; Just enough so that his arms stuck to his side and he was at her mercy.

Her kisses followed her earlier path to his ear, taking the lobe between her teeth and biting everso lightly. She grinded into him with her hips, feeling his erection against her and God she just wanted to go right there. Forget all the tease, forgo the foreplay and just sink into him and get some release. His name escaped her mouth on a breath and he grunted, straining against his makeshift restraints.

She traced her tongue around the shell of his ear, soothing where her teeth had nipped seconds before, and kissed down to his neck. She trailed the tip her tongue up and down, before nipping, biting at the flesh as her hips gyrated into him again. She felt the groan beneath her lips before it left his mouth. She grinded again and he suddenly surged forward, breaking free of her restraints and circling an arm around her before she fell from his lap.

He pulled her back into him and Holy Christ he was right there. Right there. His length was pressed against her, his lips were around her nipple and he shrugged his other arm free from the shirt to unbutton her jeans with surprising dexterity.

She was powerless, barely able to keep her nails from digging into his shoulders as he unzipped her fly and meandered a hand beneath. He slicked a large, thick finger beneath her folds and pressed into her swollen clit. She jerked at the contact, her back arching and her head falling back as he began a tortuously slow circle of the mound of nerves. Sounds escaped her parted lips and her body reacted with fire and spasms at his touch, her hips grinding against his hand in rhythm with his ministrations.

Yes. Yes. There. There.

His teeth clamp down on her nipple, capturing it beneath the lacy bra as his tongue flicked the bud. He synchronised his tongue and finger, circling around, around, around until her stomach was quivering in time and his name was escaping from her lips with nondescript sounds.

He had never been more aroused. Never. Never in his forty six years had the sound of his name being spoken in two broken syllables been so incredibly erotic until it was Stella Bonasera writhing beneath his touch, pleading for release.

He slid his hand lower. His finger left her clit and quickly found her opening, slick with arousal and clenching in time with the tongue on her breast.

"Oh God…!" she managed to say, feeling his thick finger slide inside her. Her walls immediately clamped down on it, attempting to hold it in place but Mac had other ideas. He pulled out, slowly, determinedly despite her protests.

In.

Out.

In.

Out. In.

Out. In.

Soon, the rhythm quickened; his name sounding like a plea from her lips as her hips pressed against him, her muscles spasming, her nails digging almost-painfully into his flesh. He added another finger and she came immediately. Her walls clenched so hard that he was unable to move his fingers at all, his tongue providing the only continued ministrations as she rode out her orgasm, her head thrown back as her body stilled.

He was most definitely in pain now. Not only from the cramp of having his hand stuck in an awkward position, but his erection was straining for its own release. The material of his trousers was tight enough but where her hips straddled him pulled on what slack was left.

His kissed up her body to her mouth, bringing her around with kisses on her lips.

"Mac," she kissed him. "That was…"

He brought her fully upright and flush against his body, his erection pressing into her still-sensitive core. She sparked back to mobility in an instant, a hand reaching down between them and unbuckling his belt. It was his turn for his breath to hitch in his throat as her hand stroked up his length. "Stella…"

His eyes closed at the contact, God how he needed it. He bucked into her hand but his eyes snapped open as he felt her climb off him. Worried for a second that he wouldn't get his own release, he watched in wonderment as she peeled the tight jeans from her legs, taking her panties with them.

He watched her nimble fingers make light work of his button and zip before pulling the trousers delicately over his cock and then quickly from his legs. She climbed back on top of him, her warm, silken skin gliding over his as she lifted her herself up on the legs of the chair and guided him to her opening.

She caught his eye as her hand slid down his length, pumping him then holding him steady in tortuous ecstasy. She circled her hips, the sensation was amazing but the look on Mac's face was even better: dazed, amazed and slack-jawed.

She couldn't wait any longer; the anticipation, the desire, the sheer unadulterated need was too much.

She sank her body onto him.

Just that act, having him slide into her, made their eyes roll back into their heads and a moan whisper from their mouths. His fingers clenched into her hips; he tried to not hurt her but every ounce of control he had was focused on not exploding immediately. God, she felt amazing. Tight and silken and warm…

And then she moved.

A slight gyration; a twist of her hips and he felt his fingers dig further into her hips as did hers on his arms. Single stabs of sweet pain as her nails dug into his skin unbeknownst of their owner.

Maybe it was a dream. No, a fantasy. Maybe he was actually in bed, his eyes shielded behind the crook of his elbow, the other hand twisted around the bed linen as his mind plagued him with sensations that were oh so real.

He bucked, only realising he was doing it when she beared down onto him, countering his movement. Words escaped his mouth he only half heard, half understood.

She moaned, moving her hands to his shoulders as she sought a rhythm. Moving on him, around him, above him; groaning as he matched her movements, gliding his hands up her sides and pulling her towards him. He latched on to her neck, nipping at the pulse point as she rode him.

He bit, he licked, she moaned – panting as the sweet frustration of an impending orgasm twisted in her stomach, flowed through her veins, curled her toes. She never wanted it to end but Jesus, she needed the release.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his head from her clavicle and attaching her lips to his. Tongues swirled as his hands dropped from the attention he was bestowing upon her breasts and back to her hips, pulling her into him with growing force, growing necessity as they both raced towards the climax.

Yes, yes, oh God, yes!

So close, so close!

Pleas-

It felt like her body stilled; her breathing, her heart, stock still. Just the ecstasy coursing through her veins, the clenching of her muscles around Mac as her orgasm exploded within her. She was vaguely aware that she hadn't taken a breath, vaguely aware that she must have been hurting him with how tight her thighs clenched his hips and how deeply her nails were imbedded in his skin.

He didn't feel any of that; Not in a way he disliked at least. In fact, it was incredible. Beyond incredible. Feeling her let go, feeling her come around him with his name on her lips, was too much; he couldn't hold on a second longer and pounded up into her one last time. He buried his head in her shoulder, her name whispered into her skin as he eyes screwed together in the strongest release he'd had since… God only knew when.

He felt her go limp in his arms, collapse against his body. He didn't want her to move, he wanted to just hold her like that a little while longer. Stave off the onslaught of reality, hide from the enormity of what just happened, what might happen in the future, for just a little bit.

"Mac…"

"Hmm…"

"We…"

She was a woman of many words or none at all, so he couldn't deny the smirk that she was rendered to single syllables; that he had rendered her to single syllables.

"Mac…" she breathed, again. She smoothed her hands down his chest before pushing herself up and off.

She crouched for her clothes, tossing him his shirt from the floor. He bent for his trousers and boxer briefs, pulling them up his legs and standing to secure them around his waist.

Her back was to him as she threaded her head back through her sweater, her curls bouncing from beneath the collar as she slid her hands around her neck.

He reached out, smoothing his hand down her arm and entwining their fingers. "Stella."

She turned to him, a smirk tilting her lips as she melded her body back with his, placing a kiss on his lips.

He smoothed a hand over her hair, "Who needs handcuffs?" he scoffed.

Placing another kiss on his lips, she leant to his ear, whispering "Never say never."