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xfirefly9x) wrote2009-01-16 07:36 pm
xfirefly9x) wrote2009-01-16 07:36 pm
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#096 Just A Paper Cut (Mac/Stella)
Title: Just A Paper Cut
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #096 Paper Cut
Word Count: 209
Rating: T+
Summary: He’s staring into space thinking about their latest case when Stella cries out.
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xyamountofwords. September 30.
He’s staring into space thinking about their latest case when Stella cries out. He glances up immediately, fixing concerned eyes on her where she sits beside him. “What? What’s wrong?” His heart races.
“Ow!” she says again. She gingerly touches a finger to her left thumb. She winces.
“Are you hurt?” he asks, narrowing his eyes slightly when he realizes what he’s just said. Stupid question.
She looks up from her cradled thumb to offer a pained smile. “It’s just a paper cut,” she explains. “It’s nothing.”
He feels his heart rate slow back to normal. Still, he reaches for her hand. “Let me see.”
She raises an eyebrow at him and an exasperated smile forms on her face, but she obeys. “Really, Mac. I’m fine. It’s just – “
He inspects her thumb closely. A fine line where the paper cut her mars the otherwise unblemished skin. He raises his eyes to meet hers as he lifts her hand to his lips and gently kisses it.
“ – a paper cut,” she finishes weakly.
He smiles. “All better.”
She shakes her head in disbelief, though her smile widens.
“You know what?” she says. “It does feel much better now. Thanks, Mac.”
They share a look.
He nods. “Works every time.”
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #096 Paper Cut
Word Count: 209
Rating: T+
Summary: He’s staring into space thinking about their latest case when Stella cries out.
Notes: Written for
xyamountofwords. September 30.He’s staring into space thinking about their latest case when Stella cries out. He glances up immediately, fixing concerned eyes on her where she sits beside him. “What? What’s wrong?” His heart races.
“Ow!” she says again. She gingerly touches a finger to her left thumb. She winces.
“Are you hurt?” he asks, narrowing his eyes slightly when he realizes what he’s just said. Stupid question.
She looks up from her cradled thumb to offer a pained smile. “It’s just a paper cut,” she explains. “It’s nothing.”
He feels his heart rate slow back to normal. Still, he reaches for her hand. “Let me see.”
She raises an eyebrow at him and an exasperated smile forms on her face, but she obeys. “Really, Mac. I’m fine. It’s just – “
He inspects her thumb closely. A fine line where the paper cut her mars the otherwise unblemished skin. He raises his eyes to meet hers as he lifts her hand to his lips and gently kisses it.
“ – a paper cut,” she finishes weakly.
He smiles. “All better.”
She shakes her head in disbelief, though her smile widens.
“You know what?” she says. “It does feel much better now. Thanks, Mac.”
They share a look.
He nods. “Works every time.”
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