Title: We, and Only We
By: Callista_Mythol
Pairing: Mac/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A private moment between two lovers.

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I push the palms of my hands into my eyes and bite my lower lip with a strangled groan. Already I can feel my limbs trembling with the adrenaline coursing through my body, my heart a jackhammer in my chest as it thunders against my chest. It climbs higher as a wicked tongue makes intricate patterns over my body, teasing my already tingling flesh as lips then replace the sharp tip of the muscle with gentle kisses.

My hands slip a little down my face until I'm cupping my own neck, the curve of them resting over my pulse as my fingers alternatively grip and release when that sinful mouth reaches my chest and tongues at my nipples until they harden. I can't help myself as I arch towards it but an arm comes across my naked hips and pushes my body back onto the bed, a deep chuckle filling the otherwise quiet room. If I strain myself I can hear the commotion of New York traffic, the buzz of its population and the eccentricity that thrums through the city coming in through the window but a sharp nip to my hip drags me back to this room, this bed and to this man who tortures me slowly with pleasure.

A calloused hand begins to make its own journey down my body, that one arm still trapping me against the mattress, and I moan breathlessly, my tongue instinctively darting out to moisten my dry lips. Both hand and mouth are at my abdomen now and as the tongue fucks my navel the hand presses its fingers to the groove where my hip meets my thigh.

The fingertips smooth the sensitive flesh there, sliding across the line of the joint and stops mere centimetres from my now straining erection, close enough that my groin knows its there, but not enough to give any friction or release. It's frustrating in a bittersweet kind of way.

I try to move my hips towards them but I still can't move and I growl irritably. I need him to touch me, my entire body shaking in a way that it never has before, at least not during sex. I grip the arm holding me with one hand and squeeze it trying to convey my need. It seems to work as the fingers edge closer and closer until finally one slowly traces up the underside of my erection. It follows the vein and I both moan and sigh as I close my eyes.

I grit my teeth when a moment later soft, almost imagined kisses chase that finger to the tip of me where a more prominent kiss is placed. My hips jerk and that arm finally releases me so that two hands can grab my hips and pull my closer. Kisses are placed everywhere but never once am I taken into that mouth, the heat of air causing me to harden further but still not feeling the moist heat of actually being inside that beautiful mouth. I want to scream in frustration but if I know this man then I know he's just warming up. He doesn't intend to leave me like this.

The kisses are moving back up now, up, up to my stomach, my chest, my shoulders, my neck, my mouth. Lips latching onto mine as my tongue touches the one that has been so thoroughly torturing me into submission, the two dancing together in the space of our open-mouthed kisses.

I can feel him moving so he is kneeling between my spread legs, his stomach pressed against mine as he pushes further into the kiss so that his body warms my entire front. Everytime he takes in a breath I can feel it and it feels like my own, as though it is I trying to fill my lungs with air. The skin of his outer thighs are pressed against the skin of my inner ones and his cock rests against mine whilst my hands travel over his back. I move them in long sweeps so that I can feel every inch of the sweat drenched body under my palms and I can't resist the slight rock of my hips to create friction between us. His hips press back though so I don't think he minds all that much.

We move languidly together when one of his hands moves around under my body. He takes one cheek of my ass into his hand and gently digs his fingers into it possessively before slipping further until he's tracing the area around my opening. It causes me to release a shuddery breath and he smirks appreciatively at the whimper I let out. I personally flush at the needy sound but he seems to enjoy it and seeing as it's him I want then I can live with being like this.

"Danny..." his voice is huskier than usual and it just about slays me to hear it like that. To know I can make him sound like that is the greatest aphrodisiac for me and it doesn't hurt my ego either. If I heard that tone at work then I think I might just come undone regardless of who was around and a small part of me wishes that we could try it, spread out on a workbench or pressed up against one of the glass walls for all to see. For everyone to see me claimed and owned and cherished.

My thoughts are brought back to the now though as a cool wet finger pushes against my entrance and I spare a second to wonder when he'd grabbed the lube but then I stop caring about the facts and just let myself feel.

It amazes me that no matter how many times we do this I always feel full with just one finger but the minute he pulls it out I want more, and then the same with two, then three until I'm gasping and pleading for more. I sigh contently when he eventually places his tip against me and I lock my eyes onto his when he breaches me. I tilt my hips up at this point and bend my knees so that my feet are flat against the bed, both of us pushing until he's buried to the hilt inside me. I spread my legs wider for a moment simply enjoying our connection and then I move them up so that they're wrapped around his ribs and back. I tighten them briefly to indicate that I'm ready and finally he moves inside and around me.

It's slight at first, he pulls out only a few inches before carefully moving back in again and I let out a happy breathless moan everytime he's in me fully again. After a while though it's not nearly enough and I tighten my legs once more and force him forwards using my thighs. He quirks an eyebrow and his slightly parted lips move up on one side before he pulls back and then slams in so hard and fast that we both stop for a moment; me so I can arch my neck and back with a loud groan and him with his head hanging forwards as he gasps. Soon though we're both moving again and meeting almost violently as we rock into one another, thrusting to meet each others hips until I can feel that spiralling intoxicating tingling sensation that also aches in a delicious way building at the base of spine. I reach up and encircle his neck with my arms as he balances his weight on one arm, the other gripping the headboard causing the bed to crash loudly against the wall behind us. If my neighbours ever wondered about me before, they certainly know now.

I tumble over the edge and I hear my own hoarse voice cry out his name as my entire body arches into a bow, my chest pressed tightly to his and even as I feel my muscles go pliant from my climax I dredge up enough energy to tighten both my legs and my insides around him. He moans loudly and brokenly says my name again before he comes. His body stills over me, arms visibly vibrating either side my head until with an exhale he literally drops down onto me so we're pressed together almost seamlessly once more.

We both pant for air as I run one hand through his sweaty hair and the other in soothing circles at the small of his back so that I leave faint marks through the perspiration decorating his skin. A breeze comes from the window and I shudder from my rapidly cooling skin, which causes him in return to instinctively pull me closer. He nuzzles my neck and places a gentle kiss at the junction of my neck and shoulder before he rolls to one side bringing me with him so we're face to face on our sides. His nose is brushing mine and he rubs them lazily together making me smile softly even as my eyelids drop to half-mast. His own sex-heavy eyes are darting all over my face and he tentatively traces his fingertips over my cheeks, down my nose, across my lips and up to my eyebrows. He seems to marvel in stroking those for a while before the hand slips back and up into my hair to pull me closer for a kiss.

No matter how hard or gentle the sex is, whether we're making love or fucking the end result is always the same, him still doing the same exploration of a lover's face to ensure they're still there. Mac Taylor is a tender lover and I can imagine that losing Claire has heightened that need to reassure, to take in every detail because, as cynical as it may be, one never knows when the one they love will be taken from them.

And I know I am loved, even if Mac can't always say it or if he has to be the Supervisor rather than the Lover. Because whilst Mac may not always be able to say what he wants to say in words, I'm always awed and humbled in the way that he can convey entire emotions in a single touch.

And that's more than enough for me.

Finite

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