Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, duh.

He was sitting in his office sorting through paperwork when Lindsay walked in holding a file. She smiled and Mac looked up at her and returned it. He found himself staring at her lips again. She was talking but he wasn’t hearing it, all he could think about was how they would feel on his lips, on his body. Or how they tasted. Lindsay realized he wasn’t listening when she saw that his eyes had glazed over and smiled.

“Mac, Mac I was talking to you,” she said. He still didn’t register her words. Getting annoyed she threw a pen at him, it bounced off his forehead and he snapped out of his trance. He looked slightly embarrassed and cleared his throat.

“Sorry I…” he trailed off, unsure what to say. How could he tell her he was day dreaming about her, not in a way a boss should.

“Was not listening,” she said. “Well anyway we got the guy, his DNA matched,” she finished. Mac forced himself to look her in the eyes and not let his gaze slip to her lips. They looked so soft, and she never wore lipstick just lip gloss that caught his attention. Lindsay got up and left his office grinning at Mac’s current state of mind. Stella had watched them and finally came to a conclusion on Mac’s curios behavior.

“Have you ever caught Mac starring at you when he thinks no one’s looking? Or how he only gets that glazed look after he talks to you?” Stella asked Lindsay. She looked up at the older woman and frowned slightly. No that she thought about it he did seem to stare a bit too much.

“Now that I think about it,” she said. Stella smirked and stopped and looked at Lindsay.

“He’s starring at your lips,” she said. Then she walked off, leaving Lindsay to ponder her words. Lindsay decided to play with Mac, just to see if Stella was right. Although she probably was, the women could read anyone like an open book. She turned around and walked past Mac’s office. She wasn’t going to enter but she noticed his head snap up when she walked by and she changed her mind.

“You’re back,” he said after she had settled down in the chair across from him. She nodded and smiled shyly. Mac’s eyes darted to her lips and she grinned.

“I ran into Stella, who had a few things to say,” Lindsay said. He looked up into her eyes not getting what she was saying. He opened his mouth to say something when a light bulb went off over his head.

“Now what is she saying? She’s not still on the pink lipstick theory is she? Because I swear it isn’t true, I do not prefer pink lips to any other color,” Mac said. Lindsay laughed and he realized that wasn’t it. He coughed and she smirked then leaned forward.

“No it wasn’t that, she has a different theory. I just wanted to try it out,” she said. He looked up and she smiled. The action made him look at his lips, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Lindsay.

“See something you like?” she teased him. He looked up at her and smirked, then got out of the chair and leaned against his desk, standing in front of her.

“What’s it to you?” he asked her. She shrugged and stood up, the action brining them close together, with little room between them. He found himself looking at her lips again, and he knew she was watching him. Lindsay stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his then pulled back and smirked. She tried to step away but her caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. He brought his lips down to hers and savored her taste. Her lips were as soft and as sweet as he had imagined and that made him deepen the kiss and pull her as close as he could.

Lindsay broke the kiss and smiled up at him. He suddenly realized they were in a glass room, placed by a frequently traveled hallway. He looked up and saw a few people scurrying by when he looked up, acting like they hadn’t seen anything. Stella smirked at them as she walked past, then went back to reading her file. “So I guess Stella was right then,” Lindsay mumbled. He laughed and let her go.

“She’s always right, don’t tell her though, it’ll go straight to her head,” Mac said. She laughed and sat back down but kept her eyes locked onto his blue ones.

“You know we shouldn’t have done that, we could get in trouble for sexual harassment,” Lindsay said. He knelt down in front of her and put his hands on her knees.

“But we did, and you never said no,” Mac said. She smiled and put her hands on top of his then kissed his nose.

“So that makes it okay then,” she said. He laughed and kissed her again then got up and sat down behind his desk.

“As long as we don’t do any of that again while we’re in a glass office,” he said, smirking slightly. She grinned and leaned forward.

“But anywhere else is okay?” she teased him. He leaned forward and his smirk turned to a grin.

“You got someplace in mind?” he asked her raising his eyebrow. She shrugged and held out her hand. He got up and followed her out of the room and into the supply closet. She flicked on the overhead light and locked the door then backed him against the door and kissed him. He was taken back at first but finally caught up to her.

“Slow down Lindsay, I’m not as young as I used to be,” he muttered. She laughed and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yeah whatever you say old guy,” she teased him. He grinned and lifted her up allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and kiss her again.

A/N: Thank you for reading, a review would be nice. I took a chance with this and if you like it I’ll write more. Just say the word.