Posted by Kim on 7/28/2001, 8:51 pm "Coming," Dara shouted as she raced from her bedroom. It was 9:45 and Dara was grateful that Mac's late arrival gave her 15 more minutes to get ready. She looked through the peephole and saw Mac standing there with a small duffel bag. "Hi, come on in," Dara said as she opened the door and stood aside so that Mac could enter. He had to catch his breath as he gazed at Dara. She was wearing no makeup and her shoulder-length dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. "A die-hard Chicago Cubs fan" is what Mac thought when he saw that she was wearing a short-sleeved Chicago Cubs baseball shirt as nightwear. The shirt came almost to her knees in the front and back, but there were openings at the bottom of the shirt on the sides that exposed the sides of her caramel colored legs to the middle of her thighs. She wasn't wearing shoes but only white ankle-length socks on her feet. Mac blushed as he couldn't keep his mind from wondering what she was wearing underneath the baseball shirt. Dara noticed that Mac didn't say a word when he entered the apartment but that he just continued looking at her. "I hope that I'm not making you uncomfortable by changing into my night clothes," she apologized. "I was so anxious to relax that I didn't want to change into another set of clothes after getting out of my suit." Prior to Mac's arrival Dara knew that she was very casually dressed - after all, she thought, people wear less clothes on outside than I have on right now. However as Mac's eyes slowly rose from staring at her legs to her shirt to her face, Dara began to feel extremely underdressed. She continued speaking, "But it's no big deal, let me go and grab a pair of jeans." Mac reached out his hand and gently grabbed her arm. "No, please don't. I guess I did have a look of an idiot just now. It's just that you look so, so.." "You look beautiful." He simply said. Mac then pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "And I certainly don't want you to change your routine or anything else because I'm here. Please don't change clothes. Besides, but the time I leave tomorrow I'll be used to the fact that my pulse can operate steadily at a 20% faster rate than normal," he joked. "You're good for a lot of things Mac Scorpio but you're especially good for my ego." Dara took his coat and told him to make himself comfortable while she brought the simple supper that she'd prepare to the living room. Mac slipped out of his shoes in the foyer and headed into the living room. Coming further into the living room, Mac couldn't help but grin broadly as he saw a pillow, a sheet and a blanket placed next to the foldout couch. "I guess there's no doubt about where I'll be sleeping tonight," Mac thought to himself. While Dara was preparing things he mentioned that they had a few leads on who the shooter might have been and that there should be much more information tomorrow morning. Sensing that at the moment Dara did not want to have an extended conversation now about what happened early, Mac excused himself for a few minutes. He went into the bathroom and washed his face and hands, and he removed the sweater that he wore while leaving on the long sleeved white cotton shirt that was underneath. Lingering in the bathroom for a moment he recognized that it smelled lightly of the scented oil that he could detect on Dara when he kissed her a few moments earlier. "This is bad," Mac thought. He honestly came to Dara's apartment tonight to listen to her, hold her, and provide any emotional support she needed after her horrendous experience today. Instead, all he'd done since stepping foot in the apartment is to daydream and fantasize about caressing and kissing her, inhaling the scent of her as his face would press against hers, and... "Get a grip Mac," he scolded himself. Tonight think only of what Dara wants and not of yourself. After splashing some cold water on his face, Mac emerged from the bathroom just in time to help Dara bring the food and drinks to the living room. "This smells great," Mac said setting a tureen of soup on the coffee table. "What is it?" "Hungarian goulash. I actually made it myself this past weekend," Dara proudly replied. Dara didn't cook often but when she put her time and effort into it, Dara could prepare quite delicious dishes. "Wow, this is really good" Mac commented. "Hey, don't act so surprised," laughed Dara. "I like to cook when I have time, like on the weekend or holidays. But during the work week it's strictly carryout." During the rest of supper Mac and Dara kept the conversation focused on lightweight topics and they didn't discuss the shooting. Dara wondered if Felicia ever got in contact with Mac today. However, Mac didn't mention anything and next to the shooting, Felicia was the topic Dara least liked to discuss. After placing the dishes in the dishwasher, Dara asked Mac if he'd like to pull out the bed and turn in for the night. When he replied "Not yet," Dara sat down at the end of the couch and motioned for Mac to sit besides her. As he did so Dara positioned him so that he turned and placed his feet on the couch and his head in Dara's lap. "Mmmmmm," sighed Mac as Dara stroked her slender manicured fingers through Mac's curly hair. "Mind you, I'm not complaining but shouldn't I be doing this for you?" To Mac it almost seemed as if Dara was taking care of him instead of Mac taking care of her, which is what he had planned for tonight. "You mean that I should have my head on your lap instead of you having your head on mine?" Dara suppressed a chuckle; she couldn't help herself. It seemed so easy these days to tease Mac and he walked right into that one with his question. Sure enough, Dara observed that Mac was starting to blush again as he stared up into her face. As payback for her continuous teasing, Mac decided to turn the tables. "As I remember, this morning in my office you said something about needing more practice kissing," he challenged her sitting up and twisting his body so that he was now facing her. "Let's start now with practice session number one." Mac wrapped one arm around her waist and used his other hand to pull Dara's face towards his so that he could capture her lips. As much as he wanted to deepen the kiss, Mac only kissed Dara softly with slightly parted lips. He wanted Dara to take the lead on any intimacy that might occur tonight and he was surprised that he didn't have to wait long for Dara's response. She used her tongue to lightly graze it over Mac's lips. The fingers on her right hand stroked the area of his shirt over his chest. Mac inhaled his breath sharply as he became aroused by Dara's response and at that second Dara's tongue entered Mac's mouth to deepen the kiss. All thoughts of restraint immediately disappeared from Mac's mind. While still kissing Dara he wrapped his arm under both of Dara's knees and pulled her legs up onto the couch and under his body. Dara couldn't suppress a moan as Mac pressed his lower body into hers. They kissed each other passionately and fervently as the moments passed. Mac sprayed kisses on Dara's neck and collarbone as he reached between them to unbutton the button on her shirt. By the time he had undone the third button the baseball shirt was open almost to Dara's navel. He spread the shirt open wider and confirmed his suspicion that Dara wasn't wearing a bra. Mac kissed and tasted and caressed Dara's breast until she screamed his name and pulled him up until they were face to face once more. Mac made a conscious effort to keep his hands above Dara's waist because he didn't trust controlling himself if they ventured lower down her body. Dara however had no such apprehensions and she kissed him deeply as she shifted Mac's body a bit and placed her hand between their hips to touch Mac. "Dara, wait." Mac gasped as he clasped her wrist, stilling her caresses. Mac wanted nothing more than to make love to Dara, but he had to know how she felt about it. Looking into her eyes he asked earnestly, "Do you want to make love tonight?" Dara returned Mac's gaze hoping that the love she felt for him could be expressed through her eyes. She would tell him soon but tonight she wanted to act on all of the feelings for him that she'd been suppressing. "Yes, Mac. I do. I can't say that the events today have nothing to do with me wanting to take this step with you tonight. I wouldn't be completely honest if I said that. But I've been holding back expressing my feelings for you and I don't want to do it anymore. I can candidly say that this moment probably would have occurred days from now even without the attack today, but since you're actually here tonight, I don't want to wait anymore. Do you?" No more encouragement was needed for Mac. He stood from the couch and kissed Dara as he lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. After he settled Dara on her feet, he quickly started to remove his clothes. Dara walked to the door, closed it, and turned the bedroom light off. Immediately Mac opened the door again so that the light from the living room illuminated the bedroom. Staring at her he first removed the tie in her hair allowing Dara's hair to hang loosely and softly frame her face and neck. He then hungrily kissed her as he opened the baseball shirt completely and let it slip from her shoulder to the floor. Leading her to the bed he murmured between kisses, "I want
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